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Arjun laughed nervously. “Nice intro.”

When he turned back, the movie had advanced. Now it showed the PG’s common kitchen. The time stamp in the corner read 10 minutes from now . In the video, Arjun watched himself walk in, pick up the kettle, and pour himself a cup of water. Only, the water was black. And as he drank, his reflection in the stainless steel sink didn’t mimic him. It smiled.

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In the video, his old Maruti Suzuki was stopped at a red light. A cement truck was barreling toward the intersection, brakes screaming like dying animals. The light turned green. His car rolled forward. The truck t-boned the driver’s side.

Relief, cold and sharp, flooded his chest.