The next morning Samrat woke up lazily with headache and felt like overslept, but how? He massaged his forehead, and then sensed something is weird.
He looked around and obtained that he was not in his room. It’s something else and seems like it’s moving.
Moving?
“What’s this?” Samrat blabbered and looked keenly at his surroundings by holding his forehead and got that it’s a cabin.
“Yes, it’s a cabin. A cabin of a jet plane.” Samrat’s eyes opened wide in shock.
“Oh, gosh, how I end up into a private jet, flying high and whose jet is this?” Samrat said while looking out of the widow and could see only clouds.
He got up and walked out of the cabin to seek answers to her questions, still massaging his forehead, and saw Simmi was sitting peacefully and munching on an apple.
Ahh, now he
