The Fake Brother - Part 1

Ok, fine I will tell the reason, you didn't have to emphasize me for a long time just because you wanted to know the reason of writing and publish it, now sit down", said a polite voice of a mature man non other than Kushagra Acharya, the writer of the famous novel, "Eternal death".

We, the three fellow junior publishers, Anand, Yadav and I sat on the chair in his room quickly and quietly to listen his reason of writing the novel. 

 He sat on the other chair inward us and said, "This all started 30 years ago, when I was 10, though I don't remember so much, my brother and I along with our parents went on a trip in Paris for a week by airplane, as we arrived at Charles de Gaulle airport, we were full of gaiety and happiness, but who would have known that trip would be a dreadful nightmare for us? "  

"But how did it became a dreadful nightmare? ", disrupted Yadav as soon Kushagra sir finished the line . 

" I think you will understand as we continue the story ", replied Kushagra sir. 

 Yadav got wounded up about the answer as he was too center - minded but sat still out of excitement.

 Kushagra sir shrieked and continued, " We took a taxi cab from the airport after we enquired the fare of going to our booked hotel, Hotel Quality to the driver . 

   We fitted the luggage in the Rumble seat of the taxi before getting in . Mother,father and I were in the back seat and because of my brother's request, he was allowed to sit on the front seat .

And then with a vroom, the taxi with us headed out after our destination, it was a pitch-black night and,a little glimpse of the road could be seen, thanks to the headlights .After a few minutes, we  

entered the A3 motorway . We were on the A3 motorway, but suddenly a big truck paced towards and in few seconds, the truck crashed our car, disintegrating the front mirror into little pieces...."

We were caught off guard, and asked " What happened next? "

But,then we realised that drops of water were coming from his eyes; he was crying. 

He cried and told " My brother and both of the drivers died at the incident and my parents and I were admitted to a nearby hospital by the residents." 

The incident was like a bolt from the blue but it was quite obvious that anyone would cry on the death of their beloved brother, and so did he. 

He rubbed his eyes and wiped away the tears and continued as he took in a long breath " I wanted to go on a wild goose chase for my brother, when the doctor informed me that my brother was dead. Though, the nurse laid me on the bed and gave me a sleeping injection, as a result I became unconscious again "

 Anand asked " That's dreadful, right? " 

 "Yes, of course ",replied Kushagra sir with a chuckle, and continued, "When, I came back from unconsciousness, I was on my home room's bed with my face upward faced, when I tried to wake up, I felt a lot of agony in my legs and hands and as I saw them, I was taken aback by seeing their conditions ; they were covered all over with bandages . Then, I saw my parents seated beside me on the chair, who were also injured but minorly.

 I asked them, ' Where am I? What happened to my brother? The doctor told me he was dead, that's not right, right father, mother? '

My father gave a sad grieved look and replied,' You are inside your room, Kushagra, you were in coma for several days and so the doctor told us to take you back to your home because he believed, it may help you recover your brother's death ' 

'It can't be, does that mean, h-h-he is dea-d? ', after saying this, I lost my mind and lost consciousness again! ".