Revealing the Veil and The Mysterious Savior

I found myself roaming close to the perimeter of a historic palace as the hazy fog began to dissolve everything in its blind grasp and the terror of an unknown entity began to wreck my senses. Every footfall was amplified in the surrounding silence by the uncanny stillness that pervaded the air. I was completely taken in by the atmosphere when all of a sudden I noticed a strange group of individuals moving very quickly towards me. They emerged like an approaching storm, ready to consume all in their path, dressed in clothing dominated by the colours red and black. Their ghostly pale skin seemed to be draped in a white veil of ice, and their eyes burned a fiery red, reminiscent of a terrifying nightmare. The sight of them sent shivers down my spine, and I felt myself on the brink of fainting. My memories of what happened next became blurred, and I slipped into unconsciousness.

When I finally came to my senses, I found myself lying in my hostel room. Trisha, my dear friend, was standing beside me, her eyes red and her face washed with tears. Relief washed over her as she saw me awake, and she pulled me into a tight embrace.

"Tia, you have no idea how worried I was. When I saw you lying unconscious on the road, my heart was pounding in fear. I couldn't bear the thought of something happening to you," she sobbed, her emotions spilling over.

I tried to console her, "Trisha, I'm alright. Don't cry. But how did I end up here? Last I remember, I was near the old palace. And where are the scars on my feet?" Confusion clouded my mind as I struggled to piece together the events leading to my current state.

Trisha's surprise was evident as she replied, "We found you lying at the corner of the hostel. It seems like you lost consciousness due to the cold." Her explanation only added to my confusion, as it failed to account for the strange encounter I had experienced earlier.

Gathering my thoughts, I recounted the bizarre night to Trisha. She listened with an intrigued expression, seemingly surprised by the details I shared. After hearing my story, she attempted to rationalize my experience, attributing it to the pressure my brain had endured in the freezing temperatures, which could have led to wild hallucinations.

Though I accepted her explanation on the surface, I couldn't shake off the nagging sensation that there was more to the encounter than mere hallucinations. Deep within, an inexplicable connection to the surreal beings lingered, refusing to be dismissed as a mere figment of my imagination.

The following days saw me trying to put the strange occurrence behind me. Trisha's constant presence and support helped me return to my daily routine, and life seemed to return to normal. Yet, a lingering curiosity about the encounter gnawed at my mind.

About a week had passed since the peculiar incident, and my friendship with Dev had blossomed into something beautiful. We had grown incredibly close and started spending evenings on long drives together. However, one fateful night, when I returned to my hostel room, I was met with an unnerving sight. Some of my seniors were trespassing, indulging in drugs and alcohol. Fear gripped me, unsure of what to do.

Their eyes bore a threatening glare as one of them commanded, "Get out, Get out of here now."

Suppressing my fear, I mustered courage and retorted, "Why should I leave my own room? You have no right to be here illegally. I will report this to the warden."

The situation seemed tense, but one of them diffused it by saying, "Hey, calm down! We're leaving. No need to cause a scene."

Relieved, I watched them depart. The next morning, I told the affairs to Trisha, who cautioned me to be cautious around them, as they were not good people and might pose a threat.

Having put the unsettling night behind me, I focused on the college's upcoming cultural festival auditions. Trisha and I discussed our roles, and I decided to audition for singing, a passion of mine since childhood. Little did I know that this audition would lead to a momentous encounter that would leave the entire college in shock.

One day, as I strolled on the college campus, a red Mercedes glided through the gates. The sight of the luxurious car hinted at immense wealth, but the shock came when I recognized the man stepping out of it. He was wearing a striking ensemble of black, exuding a magnetic aura that left everyone captivated. I had seen him before; he was the one who saved me from a dangerous fall. Fate seemed to have brought him back into my life. Trisha and I followed him curiously.

He headed straight to the principal's office, and we discreetly peeped through the window. The air in the office became charged with tension as he confidently sat before the principal's desk, displaying an arrogance that left Sir irate.

"I didn't call you to the office, and who told you to sit down?" Sir exclaimed.

Introducing himself as Abhishek Singh, he explained that he wanted admission to the college but had no interest in showing his documents. This bold statement further angered the principal, who demanded to see his mark sheets and ID details.

With unwavering arrogance, Abhishek replied, "I don't turn around with papers. I don't have much time. You can ask me directly, and I'll answer." His eyes emitted an unmistakable air of superiority. He picked up a flower from a vase on the principal's table and continued, "Look, Sir, this flower looks beautiful today, but if you expose it to sunlight, it will wither. Your situation is no different."

Infuriated, the principal retorted, "What did you say? I want your papers. Your arrogance won't get you admitted here! Regardless of your contacts, it's your qualifications that matter, and you're not deserving of this college." He raised his voice, defending the college's principles.

Undeterred, Abhishek retorted, "Shut up! I can't stand your voice," before taking the principal's nameplate and reading his name aloud. "Goodbye, Sir. We'll never meet again in this college," he concluded, walking away with a dismissive attitude. The bystanders, including myself, were left stunned by his audacity.

Remembering that he had saved my life, I decided to thank him. However, he ignored my attempt, leaving me feeling insulted and hurt. Dev came to my rescue, urging me to focus on the audition for the cultural festival instead.

As I walked into the auditorium with Dev, a hush spread across the college. Abhishek had left a lasting impact, and his arrogance had created an aura of curiosity around him. Little did I know that this enigmatic young man's presence would change everything.