Chapter 3 A Decision“Beep beep!!” shouted the alarm clock that had been resting on the small wooden table adjacent to Amit’s lonely king-sized bed.
Unlike most lads of his age, Amit had never been vexed by that unpleasant noise, but that morning was different. Amit wanted his peaceful sleep to cloak his dark predictions, but alas! Mr alarm clock had an animosity to maintain.
“Shut up!” said Amit as he slashed the alarm clock from the table, damaging its digital display medium. He was acting lecherous that day and got up rubbing his red eyes in despair. He wasn’t to be blamed. He didn’t have had a chance to sleep for more than three damn hours till yesterday and yet he couldn’t sleep properly. That car crash incident had robbed his peace of him.
He left his bed, brushed his teeth and too
