Virtual Bridge;Beyond the Screen

Prologue

*Morning time*
(Kashmir)

The sky was pretty colors of pink and orange, then it turned blue as the sun came up. The wind smelled like grass and flowers, making the air nice and fresh. Birds were singing happily, like they were saying hello to the new day. Everything seemed to wake up as the sun got higher, making it feel like anything could happen.

But a boy was sleeping so soundly in his bed, he didn't even notice. He was dreaming and smiling in his sleep. Then, a woman's voice called out loud, "Vihaan, Vihu " It was a strong voice, but Vihaan was still sleeping so deeply, he didn't wake up. He was busy dreaming .

The door opened quietly, and the woman stepped into the room. She looked at Vihaan, still sleeping like there was no tomorrow.

"Ye ladka n,kabhi nhi sudhrega" she thought, "Bina pite iske din hi nhi suru hote." With a little smile, she reached for the water bottle on the side. Carefully, she poured some water on Vihaan, making sure not to wet the bedsheet.

The water made Vihaan wake up. He looked around and shouted, "tsunami , Tsunami .ooo bachao bachao" He was scared and confused.

Vihaan woke up suddenly, and his wet hair splashed water on the bedsheet, making it wet. The woman, who had been smiling, became angry, but Vihaan didn't notice. He said, "Yaar Maa aap ek bhar mujhe normal isaano ki tarah nhi jaga sakte?"

She replied, "h h bilkul jaise tuh normal insaano ki tarah jaag jata hai " Then she furiously said, "Uth ja nhi tuh bahut pitega, get that fact straight Vihaan Sharma!"

Vihaan, being Vihaan, replied, "subha subha bacche pe gussa kar rahe ho.. gussa tuh mereko hona tha..bed pe hi nehla diya aapne"

The woman grabbed Vihaan's arms and made him stand up. She quickly took a pillow and started removing the cover while scolding him for being so careless. Vihaan was confused and thought, "Meri kya galti hai?"

Vihaan understood that he needed to make things right with his mumma quickly, or he'd be in for it. He hugged her and said softly, "Maaa... Sorry nnn agli baar se pakka jaldi uth jaunga, aur nhi bhi utha tuh ager aap pani daloge tuh bedsheet tuh gilli nhi hone dunga promise!"

Vihaan's mumma didn't reply. She just silently went outside, taking the pillow cover with her, still angry.

Vihaan thought, " Lekin bhai meri galti kya thi.. pani unhone kud dala.. bedsheet unhone kud gilli ki, aur gussa mujhpe kar rahi hai .. hadh hai yaar meri tuh koi galti hi nhi thi.Abhi niche chalta hu nhi tuh dad suru ho jaayenge."

Vihaan was still lost in thought when a loud, stern voice interrupted him.The voice was calling Vihaan's name, angrily, and ordering him downstairs.

Vihaan muttered to himself, "Lalat hai meri kismat pe. Jab kuch bura sochta hu hi jata hai , jaise microphone laga ho mere pass Jo god se connected ho lekin accha kabhi nhi hota." His words were cut off again by the voice calling his name.

"Vihaan, come downstairs in a minute, or no one will save you" Vihaan immediately replied, "Araha hu, bus 2 min.".

|••• How Daily drama at Shrama house feels like ~~~•••|

Nishant was too furious to even answer Vihaan. He grabbed his hand, gave him a little shove toward the garden, and snapped, "Nikal jao ghar se. Wapas mat aana. Har baar same galti, phir 'sorry' bol dena." Then slam he shut the door.

Vihaan just stood there, totally confused about which reaction to pick , cry, laugh, or start counting down.

That's when 2-3 aunties, who were enjoying their evening us time by the boundary wall, saw the whole drama. Being neighbors, they had to investigate.