CHAPTER-15

The messenger named Narad giggled to himself as he watched the human youth in front of him.

To be honest there was no need for himself to come meet Jihan everytime he needed to buy something but Naarad felt very curious about this human in front of him.

Ever since Narad had come here he had seen many types of humans.

Some who had trouble adapting and kept trying to go back to their former lives since they had lost too much, while some who had lost so much that they now had put all their hopes in this new seemingly 'magical' world, unaware of what they were about to face.

Then there were few, who had adapted a little too fast, so much that they didn't notice there memories leaving them, while they kept moving forward leaving behind the very principles that made them human.

Though there was one thing common in all of them.

'The dreading sense of the 'idea' of hope abandoning them.'