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Ayaan was always in a hurry. As a real estate broker in the chaotic streets of Mumbai, his life was a whirlwind of missed calls, broken promises, and cutthroat deals. He wasn't a "bad" man, but he was a selfish one. He ignored his wife’s birthday to close a sale and snapped at his mother for "wasting his time" with a homemade lunch.
CG leaned back. "The game is a draw. But here’s the thing about the afterlife, Ayaan—we don't decide your fate. You do. If I send you back, will the jars look the same in forty years?" Ayaan was always in a hurry
A massive screen flickered to life. It didn't show Ayaan’s achievements. Instead, it showed two digital jars: for his virtues and Black Pebbles for his sins. He ignored his wife’s birthday to close a
He saw himself as a teenager, helping an old man cross a flooded street, ruining his own expensive shoes in the process. A flurry of white pebbles poured into the jar. It was a tie. But here’s the thing about the afterlife, Ayaan—we
"The game is simple," CG explained. "We revisit your memories. For every moment you chose kindness over ego, you get a white pebble. For every moment you chose greed or anger, a black one. If the black jar fills first, we let the doctors take a break. If the white jar wins, you go back with a second chance."
Ayaan woke up in a room that looked like a high-end corporate lounge, but the windows looked out onto swirling nebulae instead of city skylines. Behind a massive mahogany desk sat CG—the "Collector of Galactic Karma."
Then came the rainy Tuesday. A slick road, a failed brake line, and a blinding flash of white light.
