Then came the rainy Tuesday. A slick road, a failed brake line, and a blinding flash of white light.
He didn't see CG or the jars anymore. He only saw his wife holding his hand, her eyes red from crying. He didn't ask about his phone or his commissions. He simply squeezed her hand and whispered, "Thank God." Then came the rainy Tuesday
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. a failed brake line
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. Then came the rainy Tuesday