Chapter 18 Villan Introduction 2(not your typical villan remember )

As Shubham joined college, deep inside, he was still bound by his old memories and experiences, but he now tried to overcome them.

After a few years, he became at least aware of his mistakes. He knew he should prioritize his career, but still, "a dog's tail cannot be straightened even if you keep it in a tube." He indulged in other things like pornography and self-relief.

He became addicted to this, and in his last year of college, this habit became more intense. He fought it, but this habit returned after some time. His determination was not strong. He knew that he was messed up. His promising years were passing, and he was doing nothing.

After finishing college, he received devastating news: his father had a heart problem. Still, with a positive attitude, he and his elder brother went to Delhi for his father's treatment. During all this, Shubham started to improve, and his life started to come on track, but destiny thought differently about him. Shubham was weak-minded, and his will had already been devastated for a long time.

Actually, his father recovered from his heart problem, but after recovering, a new health issue arose, requiring his father's right side leg to be amputated. Shubham again returned home for his father's care, but deep inside, he was sad about his family going through such a situation. But he couldn't do anything as he was jobless, so he couldn't pay or contribute. Such ideas ate away at him, gradually allowing frustration to take over. He started to hate everything and always asked, "Why, why, why."

Sometimes, he would also shout at his father, but later, he realized he felt more guilty and angry at himself for losing control. Time went on, and his father recovered again. Shubham prepared to go to appear in a government exam, but at the last moment, his father had a paralysis attack, forcing Shubham to abandon everything once again.

But here he was thinking about his father who was in pain. He asked why these things were happening in his family, why they couldn't live happily like everyone else, what they had done wrong, and why his father's pain recurred again and again. His faith in God started to waver. He prayed and prayed, but he felt helpless.

They hospitalized his father, and after a few treatments and months of hard work, his father started to respond. But the black cloud never faded. A second paralysis attack came and this time, his family was living in a tense atmosphere. He felt helpless. Frustration and helplessness grew day by day.

All this happening back to back, they were not getting any rest. Their mental health started to waver, but still, all the family members of Shubham's family still kept hope. Hope that they would return to being a happy family, hope that his father would stand again and live a normal life, hope that everything would return to normal.

But destiny was like playing with them as they fought back and showed their unending nature. Something happened again; this time, his father had a brain stroke, causing a blood clot to form inside his brain.

It felt like their world was shattering. Shubham wanted to cry, to shout, but he felt like a void, where all his emotions were not reacting. At some point, he felt nothing - no anger, no sadness, no joy, nothing but an emotionless machine just running and running.

After all this, they still kept hope and took care of his father, but one day all hope shattered. Father left them all from this world, leaving behind only his mortal body to embark on a new journey.

Shubham didn't know what to feel. On one side, he felt relieved that at least his father wouldn't have to feel pain anymore, wouldn't have to lay in bed all day and night, wouldn't have to depend on others, wouldn't have to go through all this disease. But on the other side, his father was no longer with them. He really left him alone.

Still, thinking about this cycle of the world, they moved forward.

Shubham started to prepare for exams, but destiny still didn't leave them alone. After some months, his mother had some health issues. His elder brother checked his mother into various hospitals, but no one could identify the actual problem.

After going to bigger hospitals, they discovered that his mother had a rare triple-negative breast cancer. Shubham started to go for prayer, praying for hours on end, praying to God Hanuman Ji, begging for his mother's recovery.

One day, he visited his mother in the ICU. She was attached to various machines and tubes, yet she smiled and said, "Son, everything is fine, I feel good."

But Shubham knew the actual condition, hidden behind her fake smile, and he simply held her hand, along with his elder brother and sister-in-law.

Keeping hope, Shubham went for prayers again in the temple. He made many promises, all he wanted was his mother's recovery. Still, no god seemed to listen. His mother also left them alone.

When Shubham heard this news, for a few moments, he blacked out, as if his brain shut down for a few minutes. His emotions had already shut down long ago. Here, he wanted to cry so badly, but no tears came. There was a contraction in his heart.

Both his elder brothers decided Shubham would perform his mother's last ritual. Shubham did the rituals as instructed.

Life started to feel empty. One day Shubham was writing in his diary; he wrote for his mother, and a tear finally left his eye. He cried and cried a lot, still keeping his voice low, not wanting to gather attention from his brother and sister-in-law.

After everything, Shubham decided to leave home and live with his second elder brother.

Both his brothers cared a lot about him. They gave him all comforts. Shubham decided to fully focus on the exam, but after 2 years, he still failed to clear it.

Sometimes, thoughts of suicide started to appear inside him, but he knew even though he was a loser in life, he was not a coward. He never took the path of a coward; he wouldn't attempt suicide.

He started meditation along with reading fantasy novels. After a few months, Shubham started having weird dreams of a person named Shiv.

At first, he neglected this, but those dreams became frequent, and now they started to feel so clear, like he was living another person's life and feeling the moments of his life.

PRESENT

Shubham sits at his study table, thinking about his dreams and keeping a diary for them also. He is writing about his experience. Now he has started to believe these are not dreams. Those detailed pieces of information, those feelings, a dream cannot depict at all.

A strange hope starting to emerge again ...