Chapter 2: The Sound of Nothing
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The studio had always been Aarav’s refuge.
A place where sound obeyed rules.
Where noise could be adjusted, softened, controlled.
But tonight—
It felt unfamiliar.
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Too quiet.
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Aarav sat behind the console, his fingers resting lightly on the controls, his posture still but alert.
Across the glass, inside the recording booth, Reyansh stood under the dim overhead light.
Head slightly tilted.
Eyes half-lidded.
One hand gripping the mic stand loosely.
He looked… calm.
Too calm.
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“Ready?” Kabir’s voice came through the intercom.
Reyansh didn’t answer immediately.
He just nodded.
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Aarav watched him carefully.
Waiting.
Listening.
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Nothing.
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No hum of anticipation.
No flicker of nervousness.
No hidden storm beneath the surface.
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Just silence.
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It wasn’t natural.
And it was starting to get under his skin.
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“Rolling,” Kabir said.
The track began.
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A soft instrumental filled the room—guitar layered with a low, haunting beat.
Controlled.
Predictable.
Safe.
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And then—
Reyansh started singing.
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The first note hit like a crack in reality.
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Aarav’s breath caught.
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It was raw.
Not perfect—not polished in the way mainstream voices were—but real in a way that felt almost intrusive.
Like he wasn’t just hearing a voice—
He was stepping into something private.
Something unfinished.
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The lyrics were simple.
Painfully simple.
About loss.
About something left behind.
About a feeling that refused to fade.
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Anyone else would hear emotion.
Depth.
Intensity.
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But Aarav—
He heard nothing.
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No underlying sound.
No emotional echo.
No vibration beneath the voice.
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It didn’t make sense.
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Because the song—
The way Reyansh sang it—
It should have been loud.
Deafening.
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But instead—
It was empty.
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Aarav leaned forward slightly, his brows knitting together.
His fingers hovered over the controls, forgotten.
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This wasn’t right.
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His ability had never failed him before.
Not once.
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Even people who hid their feelings well—
Even those who pretended, who lied, who buried everything deep—
There was always something.
A crack.
A whisper.
A trace.
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But Reyansh—
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Nothing.
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And yet—
His voice said otherwise.
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A contradiction.
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Aarav’s chest tightened.
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“Focus.”
Kabir’s sharp voice snapped him back.
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Aarav blinked, quickly adjusting the levels, forcing himself to concentrate.
The recording continued.
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Minutes passed.
Or maybe longer.
Time felt… strange.
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Because every second near Reyansh felt stretched.
Heavy.
Unfamiliar.
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And then—
The music stopped.
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Silence filled the studio again.
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Reyansh stepped back from the mic, running a hand through his hair.
“Again,” he said.
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Kabir frowned slightly.
“That was good.”
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Reyansh shook his head.
“Not enough.”
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Aarav’s gaze flickered toward him.
There was no frustration in his voice.
No irritation.
No doubt.
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Just—
Flat certainty.
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“Fine,” Kabir sighed. “One more.”
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The track restarted.
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And again—
Reyansh sang.
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This time—
Louder.
Sharper.
More intense.
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The lyrics cut deeper.
The notes carried more weight.
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But still—
Nothing.
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Aarav felt it then.
A strange, unsettling feeling creeping up his spine.
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Because if he couldn’t hear Reyansh’s emotions—
Then what exactly was he hearing?
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The voice was real.
The song was real.
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But the feeling—
Was missing.
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It was like watching fire that didn’t burn.
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Beautiful.
Dangerous.
But somehow—
Wrong.
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The second take ended.
Then a third.
Then a fourth.
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Each one better than the last.
Each one more intense.
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And yet—
Still silent.
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“Okay, enough,” Kabir finally said. “We’ve got what we need.”
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Reyansh didn’t argue this time.
He just nodded and stepped out of the booth.
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The door opened.
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And suddenly—
He was closer.
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Too close.
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Aarav’s body went still.
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Because the moment Reyansh entered the room—
The silence became heavier.
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Not empty.
Not light.
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But dense.
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Like standing in the center of something vast and unknown.
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Reyansh walked past him without a word, heading toward the table where a bottle of water sat.
He took a sip, his movements slow, unbothered.
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Aarav watched him.
He couldn’t help it.
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There was something about him—
Something that didn’t fit.
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“You’re the sound guy?”
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The question came suddenly.
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Aarav blinked.
Reyansh was looking at him now.
Directly.
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For a second—
Aarav forgot how to respond.
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Then—
“Yeah.”
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Reyansh studied him for a moment.
Not intensely.
Not curiously.
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Just…
Looking.
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And for the first time—
Aarav felt something unfamiliar.
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Not sound.
Not emotion.
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Just—
Awareness.
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“You’re quiet,” Reyansh said.
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It wasn’t a question.
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Aarav exhaled softly.
“So are you.”
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A pause.
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Kabir glanced between them, sensing something but not understanding it.
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Reyansh tilted his head slightly.
A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
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“Am I?”
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Aarav held his gaze.
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Still nothing.
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“No,” he said quietly.
“You’re not.”
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And for a brief second—
Something flickered in Reyansh’s eyes.
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Too fast to understand.
Too subtle to name.
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But it was there.
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And then—
Gone.
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Reyansh looked away first.
“Interesting.”
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The word lingered in the air.
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Aarav didn’t ask what he meant.
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Because he wasn’t sure he wanted to know.
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The session ended soon after.
Kabir busied himself with saving files and talking about schedules.
Reyansh grabbed his jacket.
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And just like that—
He was leaving.
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No noise.
No presence.
No trace.
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Just silence.
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The door closed behind him.
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And suddenly—
The world rushed back.
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Aarav flinched.
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The hum of emotions returned all at once.
Kabir’s mild satisfaction buzzed softly.
The distant street noise crept back in.
Even the faint irritation from a passing thought hit him like static.
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It was overwhelming.
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Too loud.
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Aarav pressed his fingers against his temple.
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Because for a moment—
Just a moment—
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He had felt something different.
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Peace.
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And it had come from—
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Reyansh.
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His eyes shifted toward the door.
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A strange thought settled in his mind.
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Dangerous.
Unwanted.
Unavoidable.
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I need to understand him.
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Not out of curiosity anymore.
Not just because of the silence.
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But because for the first time in his life—
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Aarav had found someone
who didn’t hurt to be around.
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And he didn’t know if that was a blessing—
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Or the beginning of something far more dangerous.
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