The Left Roof: A Way to the Infinity World

By Narendra Singh Nathawat and Vishvendra Singh Nathawat

Alfred Riston is a twenty-two-year-old college student who is heartbroken by his mothers abandonment of her family. As he attempts to grapple with his pain, he begins experiencing strange visions and hearing a voice that seems to come from nowhere. There is no question that an unseen force is attempting to make contact with Alfred. Now all he has to do is determine who or what it is.

After he and his best friend, Khushahal, decide to investigate the weird comings-and-goings surrounding his old family home, they unwittingly confront hostile guards who seem to be protecting some sort of bizarre chemical experiment. But when he contacts his father to ask him what he knows, he is quickly pushed away without explanation. Now as a series of bizarre clues are slowly unveiled, Alfred embarks on a journey into the past where he learns the truth about his birth that will change everything, not just for him, but for the infinity world.

In this gripping fantasy story, a college student on a quest to learn the truth about himself and his family soon discovers that nothing is certain when it comes to the universe.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing India
• Release date: Apr 24, 2017
• ISBN: 9781482889338

Narendra Singh Nathawat

Narendra Singh Nathawat earned a master’s degree in Computer Application. His inspiration to write comes from his father, who tragically died on the day of his sister’s wedding. He currently lives in Rajasthan, India. Vishvendra Singh Nathawat is eighteen years old and holds a degree in Computer Engineering.

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DEDICATED TO

Our father, who left us for his heavenly abode on the day that our sister got married

For our mother and sister, who withstood the pain

Bindiya, who read this story first

Robin, for reading this story a day before his final test

All our friends who stood by us during our tough times

||JAI JHUNJHAD JI MAHARAJ||

Whatever occurred in the past was for good. Whatever is happening in the present is for good. Whatever happens in the future will be for good. Do not cry for the past, concentrate on your present life, and do not worry about the future.

Whatever you possess now once belonged to another, and it will belong to someone else in the future. Change is the essence of life.

—Lord Shri Krishna

GRATITUDE

C ircumstances do not always remain tantamount. Either they would be in your favour, or they would be exactly opposed to your speculation. Strategies designed keeping the future in mind are never conclusively successful. The results can be cataclysmic or perhaps stupendous. Adverse conditions give you the strength to bear the agony and make you dauntless. In an unfavourable situation, if a person remains tenacious and moulds himself according to the happenstances, he most certainly becomes illustrious. Something likewise happened with us when our father passed away during our sister’s wedding.

Our fortunate times suddenly turned hapless. But we thank those luckless times that brought out the real identities behind familiar masks. We brothers both have learned the hard way the actual substance of the Bhagavad Gita, which throws light on that aspect of our society that we are oblivious to during our favourable times.

We thank the demeaning remarks of our relatives, which made us crave for prominence. We are grateful for the newspapers we got every day, which gave us inspiration and motivation to work even harder for our betterment. We thank the eminent author J. K. Rowling, whose biography inspired us to become writers. As children, we had read somewhere that the most formidable task in this world is to write, and our father believed that you should always choose work that demands toil.

CONTENTS

Prologue

Chapter 1 A Walk Through The Mysterious World

Chapter 2 Welcome To The Infinity

Chapter 3 Past That Tells Truth

Chapter 4 An Old Friend In The Infinity

Chapter 5 Defeat The Enemy By Jack-O’-Lantern

Chapter 6 Court Of The Listeners

Chapter 7 Knock At The Door

PROLOGUE

If fantasy is moulded with a half-truth and displayed, it appears to be a full truth, just similar to a milkman who adds some milk to water and claims that he sells milk. The story seeks to uncover the mysteries of the creation of this universe in a fictional way. This story based on such a world from where the entire universe can be controlled.

The rules of this story tries to explain the true aspects of life and death in a fictional manner. This is the story of a boy who, in order to know the secret of his birth, lands on a world that can be imagined only through this story. There, the boy comes to know a truth about his birth that will change the very fundamentals of that world. Just like on Earth, where people conspire to get into higher positions, people of that world cross all limits in order to achieve the position of supreme. In this story, people of that world treat humans as their puppets for their benefit. This story will jolt all the portions of your brain.

CHAPTER 1

A Walk through the Mysterious World

L ast night’s heavy snowfall hindered many residents of Kansas City from going out. The temperature recorded a bone-chilling four degrees; even as the clock strikes 8 a.m., there seems to be no hope of the sun casting its rays on this vibrant city located on the banks of the river Missouri. The roads wear an empty look while the ambiance seems pretty calm and still. In spite of the harsh weather, Kansas City’s buildings and its magnificent skylines still look alive and vibrant with the usual early morning’s hustle and bustle. A senior man busy reading the morning paper is sitting near a bakery at the end of the street as the city workers dot the roads, trying to clear the piled-up snow.

The house numbered HB10A8, which bears the name of Mr and Mrs Riston, is amongst the many beautiful residential houses situated around the precinct of the river Missouri. Shining out through one of the rooms of this residence is a bright light, which is clearly visible even through the winter mist.

A loud voice screams out, ‘Alfred! … Alfred! … Alfred!’

Then there is a loud noise of a door being slammed open. A tall and towering person wearing a plain white shirt, black trousers, and a black necktie stands at the door. The person sports an unshaven look over his brown receding hairline.

‘Have you gone deaf, Alfred? I’ve been screaming out your name since the last few minutes!’ the man yells again.

‘I heard you loud and clear, Dad, and was about to come,’ the voice of a 22-year-old male replies from the bedroom. The young man appears slim and slender. He wears a red jacket and blue shorts. His eyes are red, and his hair is black and uncombed.

Father: ‘Alfred, are you not going to be late?’

Alfred: ‘I’m late for what, Dad?’

Father: ‘Do I have to remind you that you’re going to be late for class?’

Alfred: ‘Relax, Dad. I’m not going to be late for anything. It’s winter holidays at my college.’

Father: ‘It’s winter holidays at your college?’

Alfred: ‘Yes, Dad, it is.’

Father: ‘Fine. I’ll be off to work then. I’ve got some important things to take care of at my workplace. I want you to go down and finish having your breakfast, and don’t forget to take a bath before you eat.’ After saying this, the man walks out.

Alfred walks into the kitchen, reaches for the water bottle, and pours the water into a glass. Glancing at a woman’s portrait that hung on the kitchen wall, Alfred moans, ‘Why did you leave us, Mother? You have no idea how much I miss you. I hate you, Mom, for leaving us.’

Sobbing badly, he lifts the glass to his mouth to drink. He realises that bubbles are appearing mysteriously in the glass, but ignoring this, he quickly gulps the water down his throat. He feels that the water is a little warm and unsavoury, but he ignores everything and makes his way towards the bathroom.

At the office of an MNC

‘Good morning, Mr Uthen,’ greets one of the workers.

Mr Uthen is the CEO and owner of the (Die Chemistry Labs), which produces chemical products, and he is also the father of 22-year-old Alfred.

Kiwi (Uthen’s female secretary): ‘Sir, our products that were recently released in the market have failed instantly.’

Uthen: ‘But why?’

Jon (DCL’s directory’s member): ‘Sir, I think that the Fi(φ) Electro-Chemical Corp. has made extensive research on our old samples and has come up with something better than our existing product.’

Uthen: ‘What the hell does this Sijjael want?’

Sijjael is the former wife of Uthen and the mother of Alfred. She divorced Uthen eight years back and got married to Leebrian. Leebrian is one of the richest business tycoons in the USA and also the founder and CEO of Fi(φ) Electro-Chemical Corp. (FIECC). Both FIECC and DCL are archrivals, but DCL always came first in the race. However, after Sijjael joined FIECC, the company started a fierce competition with DCL.

Jon: ‘What are we going to do, sir? Our products are not doing well in the market.’

Uthen: ‘What can we do? Just let it go the way it is going for now. May God help us. She knows everything about our products, and that’s why we are facing these problems.’

Jon: ‘But she doesn’t have an idea of everything going on in here right now.’

Uthen: ‘Who the hell knows what’s going on here?’

Morning at Alfred’s house

From his bedroom window, Alfred stares at an old house opposite his current residence. The house once belonged to Alfred’s family, and it was where he spent most of his childhood days. But Alfred was told by his father that Sijjael has got a stay order over the house with the help of the local court.

The swing on which Alfred used to play with his parents as a kid is being removed by some workers.

When he witnesses this, a teardrop rolls down slowly from Alfred’s eyes towards his cheeks. Suddenly, the teardrop flows upward and sits over the tip of his nose. Alfred then makes it roll towards his eyelashes, and the teardrop suddenly floats up in the air and vanishes.

Just then, Alfred receives a phone call.

Alfred: ‘Hello … Hello?’

Caller: …

Alfred: ‘Who’s it? I’m unable to hear any voice!’

Caller: …

And the line goes dead.

10 p.m.

‘Salvia? Open the door please,’ Uthen calls to his maid while standing outside the door of the house.

Salvia: ‘Yes, I’m coming, sir.’

‘Why don’t you travel and visit some new places during the holidays? You don’t seem to be feeling good the past few days,’ Uthen suggests to Alfred while having dinner.

‘I don’t wish to go anywhere.’

‘Why is that so? Is the college going to be reopened soon?’

Alfred cries out, saying, ‘Yes, I wish to go to my old house.’

Uthen gets up from his chair, embraces Alfred, and says, ‘Sure, son. We’ll both go very soon.’

Alfred: ‘Dad, why’s Mom doing this to us?’

Uthen: ‘I’ve no idea, son. I don’t know what she intends to do by giving us pain.’

Alfred then walks to his room to sleep. And then he hears a voice saying, ‘Alfred … dear Alfred, how are you, son?’

Alfred’s eyes look all around the room to find out from where this strange voice is coming. But he can’t see a thing. Ignoring the voice, Alfred goes to sleep.

7 a.m. the next day

Alfred receives a phone call.

Alfred: ‘Hello! What’s up, Khushahal?’

Khushahal: ‘What are you doing, bro?’

Alfred: ‘It’s 7 a.m., and what would one do at such an early morning but sleep? You tell me. Why’d you call up so early?’

Khushahal: ‘Listen up! Get up and come to the college library now. I’ve got something important to share with you!’

Alfred: ‘Really? What is it? Why don’t you say it over the phone, man?’

Khushahal: ‘No, I’ll let you know once you’re here.’

Alfred: ‘Fine. I’ll be there.’

Alfred hops into his car and then begins to leave for the library. He looks at the snow-filled road. A few city workers are busy trying to remove the excess snow. All of a sudden, Alfred’s eyes catch a vision in very slow motion. He sees the snow-removing machine accidentally hitting the electric pole, and then the pole breaks and is about to fall on the worker standing beneath it. Sensing this, Alfred jumps out of his car, grabs the worker’s hand, and quickly pulls the worker towards him like a speedster. Alfred realises that the vision that seemed to be in slow motion has now turned to normal view. All the workers present at the location thank Alfred for saving their colleague from getting hurt and ask him how he managed to do it. Panicked and unable to explain, Alfred walks away from the place.

8:30 a.m. at FIECC

The Fi Electro-Chemical Corp. building is one of Kansas City’s tallest, and it doesn’t go unnoticed so easily amongst many of the city’s great skyline towers. Leebrian and Sijjael are conversing with each other in their office chambers. The head of FIECC, Leebrian, is unlike any ordinary CEO of a company. The man can forgive anything and anyone but cannot forgive a person that has bad intentions to degrade his business. On the other hand, Sijjael is a kind of woman equipped with the deadly combination of both beauty and brains. The woman can never think of losing even a cent from her treasured savings.

Leebrian: ‘When are you going to start your research in that old house of yours?’

Sijjael: ‘Darling, you’re aware that we have put a stay order on that house. Even Uthen has filed a case with it. Once we win the case, which we are almost on the verge of winning, I’ll then resume my research.’

Leebrian: ‘You’ve been singing the same song for the last eight years. You even said that our company would attain the highest growth of profits once we have that chemical in our possession. Forget about the chemical. You haven’t even managed to win the case. Have you forgotten that with that chemical, we can break the barriers of the values of infinity and seek control over infinity that even the greatest scientists tried to decipher and have met death instead? You said that David Filip’s chemical could do that.’

Sijjael: ‘You’re barking at me unnecessarily. If there is one person on this Earth who is totally concerned all about that chemical, it is me. Even I wish to see the world’s end being immortal!’

Leebrian: ‘That’s all right, darling! I can’t wait anymore! I need that chemical as soon as possible and at any cost. And as per your latest update, David disappeared somewhere. Maybe he was successful in his experiment with that chemical, which might have made him enter the world of infinity.’

Sijjael (laughing): ‘Any mysterious thing can happen in this world, darling!’

At DCL’s main office

Uthen (furiously over the phone): ‘How long will it take for you to prepare that chemical? When are you going to deliver it to me? You’ve taken enough time, and how much longer do you want me to wait for it?’

At Alfred’s college

Alfred manages to reach college by 8 a.m. and walks into the library. He sits at the nearby table and starts reading a book. A mild breeze of chilly air flows towards him from the nearby window, which makes him feel cold and uneasy to concentrate on reading the book. He sees a fat and large-bodied young man sleeping near the open window. Alfred calls out to him to close the window, but the guy hardly pays any attention to his request. As Alfred gets up from his chair to close the window, the window slams shut by itself.

Witnessing this unnatural act, Alfred questions himself, What the hell is happening around me?

Just then, a slim and short-looking young person called out to Alfred.

‘Hey, Alfred, the assignment that you gave me to finish, I haven’t completed it yet. Forget yours. I