vaishnavi sharma

An old friend of mine once told me that death is the ultimate end of a person. But I guess, her ultimate fate is different from ours.

It's a story about an 18-year-old girl, Naira Basu, an art student in Fine Art Valley, Masori. A single child of working parents, both were divorced long ago. Her mother is a lawyer and her father is a businessman, she was raised and loved by her nanny between all the quarrels of her parents.

It's her first day of college, and she's going to be late as it's already 08:55 in the morning(college starts at 09:00 in the morning).

"Get up my Lil princess! You're going to be late ." low and shaky voice of nanny lee.

"sh*t I'm going to be late on my very first day" hurriedly said.

(ding-dong, house bell ringing) "I'll go and see, you get ready fast. Your breakfast is on the table." nanny lee walking towards the door.

"Naira baby! Aisha baby is here. Please come down fast." Loudly saying nanny lee.

"Okay! Just five more minutes. Tell her to eat something." Naira.

(Aisha Rajpal, daughter of a politician, who is also an underworld mafia in Sri Lanka, mother died when she was 5 years old by cancer and Naira's only friend.)

"My lovely nanny lee why are you always working? Take a short vacation and take care of yourself." Aisha Hugging tightly.

"Don't you dare separate my nanny lee from me or I'm going to kill you." Naira angrily gazing Aisha.

"Okay! Sorry! Now don't scare me to death." Sobbing Aisha.

"Let's go!"

Both left with the chauffeur.

"We're late on the very first day of our college, just because of our little lazy princess." Trying to make Naira guilty.

"Don't worry! No one will say anything to you. Don't forget our parents are the largest funder." Naira trying to avoid talking much.

"Why are you always so cold towards everyone? If this goes on no boy will be your boyfriend."

"I don't want any." Cutting conversation short.

"Okay! No one can win in front of you. Let's go."

Both left for the first lecture.

Entering in the classroom.

(gossiping)

girl1, "aren't they the most popular Naira and Aisha ?"

girl2, " Yes! I have heard a lot of rumors about them."

(whispering continues)

"Hey, you disgusting bit*h! What are you whispering about? I think you need a massage of my hand." angry Aisha shouting.

(massage means beating in Aisha's own language)

"Leave them! Don't fight." Ignorant Naira.

Overlooking the gossips, the set on the last two chairs.

What will you do if one day you suddenly get to know, you are going to die in few years?

This is the hilarious part of life, DEATH. But what if death is not actually a death for you and a chance to relive and save furthers of your generation.

It's said that if our ancestors carry any curse, then that curse goes on for centuries, generations over generations. No matter how powerful you are or how rich you are, you can't dodge an ancestral curse.

Only once in a lifetime, you'll get the opportunity to remove the curse. If you missed it, then no one can save you.