Ch3-a collision of fate

Ankhush was terrified and traumatized, experiencing panic attacks every two minutes. He was anxiously waiting for the next chapter of the novel to be published, desperate to know what would happen next—what fate had in store for him.

At 7:25 AM, Mansh called Ankhush multiple times, aware of the mental state his friend was in. However, Ankhush, paralyzed with fear, couldn't bring himself to answer the phone. His mind was clouded with anxiety, his thoughts consumed by the novel.

Finally, at 7:30 AM, the new chapter was published on WbNovel app. As soon as Ankhush saw the notification, he rushed to grab his phone—but in his haste, he slipped, hit his head, and groaned in pain. Ignoring the throbbing ache, he quickly stood up, picked up his phone, and began reading.

Chapter 3 of the Novel:

Kokoro was traumatized, completely broken by what had happened to her—the kidnapper had almost raped her. She was like a living corpse, her soul seemingly detached from her body.

Nezumi, her closest friend, was well aware of Kokoro's suffering. But she, too, carried deep wounds from her own past. The traumatic incident with her mother still haunted her mind, filling her with guilt and helplessness.

Nezumi (thinking): Why is this happening to me? Why me? What should I do? Should I help my friend cope with her trauma, or should I try to fight the nightmares of what happend to my mother?

Nezumi's thoughts spiraled out of control, tormenting her. However, after a few minutes of inner turmoil, she made her decision—she would prioritize Kokoro over herself.

She immediately called Kokoro, but there was no response. Growing more concerned, Nezumi decided to go to Kokoro's house.

On her way there, she spotted Kokoro walking aimlessly down the road.

"Hi... It's me, Nezumi," she shouts.

As Nezumi approached, she noticed something alarming—a speeding truck coming straight toward Kokoro from behind.

"LOOK BEHIND YOU! A TRUCK!" she screamed in desperation.

But Kokoro zoned out, oblivious to the danger.

Nezumi had no time to think. She knew there was only one choice—if she wanted to save Kokoro, she had to act immediately. Without hesitation, she sprinted toward Kokoro as fast as she can and pushed her out of harm's way.

As she did, a single thought crossed her mind:"I have to repay you for what you did for my mother. You put your life—and your dignity—on the line to save her. Thank you... take care... goodbye forever."

The truck crashed into Nezumi, sending her flying onto the pavement. Blood pooled around her, but before she lost consciousness, she heard Kokoro screaming for help.

kokoro(screaming):HELP HELP SHE WILL DIE PLASEEEEeeee

Kokoro quickly called an ambulance. Thankfully, Nezumi survived, though gravely injured.

End of Chapter 3.

Ankhush's hands trembled as he finished reading. His mind raced with realizations.

He Realized;"If Nezumi represents me... and Kokoro represents Mansh... does that mean I'm in danger? But first... Mansh is in danger. What should I do? Should I protect myself, or should I protect my friend?"

Then, an idea struck him—there had to be a way to save them both.

Ankhush checked the time: 8:00 AM. "I may have about 30 minutes. I don't have much time!" he muttered to himself, fully anxious

He quickly dialed Mansh's number to tell him about what had happened in the novel and what was going to happen next. But, Mansh didn't pick up

Ankhush, growing more stressed by the second, muttered, "Why isn't he picking up?" He immediately sent Mansh a text, hoping to catch him with the news.

His mind raced. *What if something went wrong?* Thinking quickly, he decided to call Mansh's mother instead. The phone rang once, then twice, before she picked

Mansh's mom:"Hello? Ankhush?"

"Mansh's mom, is Mansh there?" Ankhush asked breathlessly

Mansh's mother sounded confused on the other end: "Mansh isn't home. He said he was coming over to your house. He left a while ago"

Ankhush didn't have the time to explain. His panic was mounting, and his thoughts were scattered. "Don't have time to explain! I have to go!" he blurted, before abruptly hanging up

Mansh's mother frowned, her brow furrowing in thought. "Something's not right… Mansh mentioned that his mother was almost assaulted recently. He must be traumatized... But Ankhush... he doesn't sound traumatized at all. He sounds... desperate

Meanwhile, Ankhush was already running frantically through the streets. His heart pounded in his chest as he searched for Mansh, his mind a whirl of confusion and dread. *Where could he be

Then—

A sudden impact.

Then, without warning, there was a sudden impact. Ankhush barely had time to register what happened before a truck collided with him, sending him flying through the air. The world spun uncontrollably as pain exploded throughout his body. His vision blurred, and then everything went dark

A few moments later, Mansh arrived at the scene. His eyes widened in horror as he saw Ankhush lying motionless on the ground, blood staining his clothes

"Ankhush!!" Mansh shouted, rushing to his side, his voice filled with panic

He checked for a pulse and, finding one faint but steady, immediately reached for his phone. He dialed the ambulance, his hands shaking as he gave them the necessary details. The paramedics arrived quickly, and Ankhush was rushed to the hospital.

Later that day, Mansh stood beside Ankhush's hospital bed, watching him sleep. The steady rhythm of the heart monitor was the only sound in the sterile room.

Mansh Feeling a surge of guilt. *This is my fault. I should have been there for him. I should have picked his call when he needed me.

He sighed deeply, the weight of everything settling in. He wasn't sure how long he stood there, staring at his unconscious friend, but when he finally turned to leave, it was with purpose

He needed to do something. He needed to show his appreciation for everything Ankhush had done for him. This time again in his life, Mansh owed Ankhush his life

Without a word, Mansh left the hospital to buy flowers for his friend. It was a small gesture, but he hoped it would convey the gratitude that words alone couldn't. Even if Ankhush didn't know it yet, Mansh was determined to make things right