"Jenny, could you please stop discussing that old stuff? I'm pleading with you," Chahat said, her voice filled with frustration as she crossed her arms tightly over her chest. Her brow furrowed, revealing how annoyed she was with their current conversation.

"Why not? Isn't it important to remember our precious culture and the rich history of our religion? You always seem so engrossed in your scientific pursuits that you dismiss any belief in God," Jenny replied, her tone passionate and unwavering, as she gestured emphatically with her hands. Her eyes sparkled with the conviction of her beliefs, echoing the many conversations they had shared before.

Chahat took a deep breath, trying to manage her irritation. "I'm not foolish, Jenny. I know about those religious concepts; I grew up with them," she explained, her voice tinged with sincerity. "But right now, I can't engage in this debate! I have to focus all my energy on my investigative project regarding the existence of aliens. It's due soon, and I must gather my thoughts and research without distractions. Please, just let me concentrate on that for now." Her expression softened, revealing a hint of desperation as she emphasized the importance of her work and the tight deadline looming over her.
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Jenny's Point of View:-

"Can you believe it? My sister, Chahat, who has always had such a quirky and otherworldly demeanour, is putting together a file about aliens! The thought of her, with her wild imagination and fascination for the cosmos, diving deep into a subject so close to her heart, is hilarious. It's almost as if she's claiming her place among them! As I laughed, I couldn't help but admire her unusual passion and creativity."
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"Finally, I completed my work... Huh, now I'm free. Yay!" Chahat exclaimed, her voice bubbling with excitement as a wide smile spread across her face. She closed her laptop with a snap, feeling a wave of relief wash over her.
Eager to make the most of her newfound freedom, she grabbed her phone and dialed her best friend, Sakshi. "Let's go for a walk!" she suggested, the energy in her voice contagious. When Sakshi arrived, the two friends stepped out onto the vibrant, bustling main road, where the sounds of the city pulsed around them. Their laughter rang out like music, mingling with the chatter of pedestrians and the distant honking of cars.

As they strolled side by side, the warm afternoon sun began its descent, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. The glow wrapped around them like a comforting blanket. They shared stories, their voices animated with enthusiasm, each tale punctuated by fits of laughter that seemed to make time stand still.

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But just as they were lost in their joyous conversation, the serene atmosphere was abruptly pierced by the blaring of a horn. In an instant, an over speeding car came barreling down the street, its engine roaring like a wild beast. Chahat barely had time to react before she felt a jarring impact. The force of the collision sent her soaring into the air, her body flipping helplessly as if she were weightless. She landed with a heavy thud on the pavement, the world around her spinning in a dizzying chaos, leaving her gasping for breath amidst the shock and confusion.

For a fleeting moment, panic engulfed Sakshi as she found herself gasping for breath, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. Everything around her faded into a blur, and all she could focus on was Chahat, lifeless on the ground. With a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins, she sprinted toward her best friend, every muscle in her body urging her forward.
 
"Chahat, please open your eyes... please, I'm begging you..." Her voice cracked under the weight of fear, desperation spilling from her lips. Chahat remained unresponsive, her eyelids shut tight, her skin pale as a ghost. Each shallow breath Sakshi took felt heavier as she watched Chahat's pulse falter, the rhythm slowing dangerously with every heartbeat.
 The commotion drew a crowd, a mix of shocked faces and frantic whispers swirling around them like a storm. People converged, instinctively mobilizing to help. Sakshi could see the concern etched on their faces, but all she could hear was the pounding in her ears.
 
Chahat was being gently lifted by strangers, their hands familiar yet foreign, and they carefully placed her on a makeshift stretcher. As they moved, Sakshi felt a cold wave of helplessness wash over her; she was losing precious moments with her. "Stay with me, Chahat! I need you to wake up!" she cried out, her voice soaring above the crowd.
 Tears streamed unabated down her cheeks, blurring her vision as memories flooded her mind—sunny afternoons at the park, shared secrets whispered late at night, and the laughter that echoed in their home. Each memory was a painful reminder of the bond they cherished, now hanging by a thread.

 Just then, in the midst of her pleas, Chahat seemed to flicker in and out of consciousness, her brow furrowing briefly as if she could hear the desperate call of Sakshi. But the light of awareness dimmed just as quickly, swallowed by a shadowy abyss. Sakshi felt a deep chill creep into her heart as Chahat's eyelids grew heavier, her breaths growing more shallow. As the distance between them stretched, Sakshi felt time slip away, each second ticking by like an eternity.
 Chahat's body was taken away, but in that fleeting moment, it felt like she was drowning in sorrow. With a heavy heart, she clung to the faint hope that somehow, against all odds, Chahat would return to her—alive and whole again. But as the doors of the ambulance closed, sealing her sister away, Sakshi was left standing in a storm of uncertainty, desperately clinging to the hope that everything would be alright.

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After what felt like an eternity of waiting, the doctor finally stepped out of the sterile, bright ICU doors, his expression grave and sincere. He walked toward Sakshi, who stood anxiously by the waiting area, her heart racing with a mix of hope and fear. The overhead lights cast a harsh glow on his weary face, and he paused for a moment, searching for the right words.

"I'm truly sorry to have to tell you this," he began, his voice steady but filled with empathy. "Your best friend is currently lost in a dark and endless phase of life. She is facing significant challenges that have left her in a state of uncertainty, trapped in a situation that feels overwhelming and isolating."

Sakshi's breath caught in her throat as the weight of his words sank in. The thought of her closest companion engulfed in such despair was almost more than she could bear, and the fear of what lay ahead loomed heavy in the air.

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"He-l-lo, Je-nn-y... Cha-Chahat... She-she; acc-ident; ho-hospita-l... I can't..."

"What happened to her?! Sakshi!"

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"Sakshi, I'm fucking asking you, WHAT HAPPENS WITH MY SISTER?!"

"Sh-e, is in Co-coma..."

And that's how the world fell apart...

A/N- 1181 words.