Dristi, lost everything after her parents died in a car accident, or so that was what she was told by her uncle and aunt.
At 15 , she met with an accident . A brutal one .
"When God says everything happens for a reason ,
Believe me there has to be a reason "
Dristi- POV
Am I in heaven? Or hell ? Why is it so dark?
Most be in hell , or else why God will want trouble in heaven, like me .
But shouldn't I be meeting with Yamraj? .
Why is he late?
Argh, Even gods are not punctual.
"Uhm-uhm , I am always punctual , kid" said a voice behind me
Should I turn around
"Yeah you should" again that voice
But if he's ugly or rather ,say scary.
"No, I am not ugly nor a scary kid"
I turned to witness a very handsome man sitting on a black bull, dressed in black and gold .
"Wow!"
"See I told you"
Yamraj is surely confident about his looks.
"Yeah"
So , in daze. get a grip you idiot or he might punish you for staring too much.
He must be feeling uncomfortable.
"Nah , it's fine . I am used to this and no , I am not uncomfortable."
"STOP READING MY MIND !!!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.
He flinched but fired back
"Yeah I might not punish you for staring but might punish you for yelling at me "
"Why so rude , i was just -" " well leave it, I don't have time for arguments , let's get to the point"
Did he just cut me off in mid sentence
"Stop cutting me off in mid sentence" i complained .
Even after knowing what it would lead me into , of course, I somehow know that there must be a big frying pan waiting for me , just to fry me in it .
Or worse a chopping board to cut me into pieces .
"Why ?" What does he mean ? Why
"Because I don't like that"
"As if , who cares about what you like , mortal" Bhai shahba , yeh yamraj ji toh bade sassy nikle , toh kya hua main bhi kam thodi hoon.
"Oh hello, that was before on earth, now that I am dead, my soul is immortal, Mr Yamu sir"
Wait I called him yamu sir , well who cares .
"Don't call me that!! "
Lagta hai teer sahi jagah laga hai
"Kyun ? Ohh does it hurts?"
Dukhti nass main main haat rakhna , my family trait.
"You!!!-"
"PRABHU!!!!!!" Suddenly a man in big turban appeared . Huffing. Seems like a new character.
I leaned in to yamraj " is he your baby boy? . Ohh , not bad, never expected you to be a Tharki "
I whispered to him .
His face turned red , as if he was going to explode any moment.
"Shut up!! He is my assistant you idiot, " he clarifies.
Oh–oh misunderstanding
"What is it, Chitragupta? " He turned to his so called assistant. All calm .
"Prabhu there's an emergency! " That man in the big turban said slightly panicking.
"Explain" yamraj commanded.
"Prabhu some of our yamdut, they— can we talk privately? "
Yamu sir turned to me . They moved a little bit away from me .
But these people forgot that I am dristi, I am known for my best quality of ears , common i was the best chugalkhor in our mohalla.
They continued their conversation.
"Prabhu because of some mis-calculation , we bought a soul from earth, before her death period. Now we want your help "
Chitragupta explained.
"Then send the soul to its body what's the matter?"
He asked
"But Prabhu , we can't do that, soul has already crossed heaven's gate . And we get caught by Indra dev , he would definitely make a big scandal of it , or worse he might complain to the supreme god , Vishnu. And I fear what if it causes danger to your throne."
Yamraj looked like he was in deep thoughts. Seconds after seconds went away . He finally opened his mouth.
"Don't we have back up souls? " He asked.
"No!"
"Then find one "
"But —wait isn't that also a soul "
"No not her "
"Why?"
"Just not her , i don't like her"
"But think once more Prabhu, your throne or that girl"
The invisible pressure that Chitragupta applied on yamraj is really impressive.
" Fine"
"But you will talk to her about this, I am done with her!"
Irritation rippled through his voice.
"As you command my lord".
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