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FIRST EDITION: 2026
HE WATCHES. HE WAITS. AND WHEN THE MOMENT COMES… HE NEVER MISSES.
BEFORE READING THIS BOOK, PLEASE READ THIS NOTE.
THIS BOOK IS THE SEQUEL TO THE CHHALAN. TO UNDERSTAND THIS STORY, YOU WILL NEED TO READ THE CHHALAN FIRST. IT IS AVAILABLE ON AMAZON, BUT NOT CURRENTLY AVAILABLE IN INDIA, SO YOU MAY NEED TO IMPORT IT. YOU CAN ALSO READ THE EBOOK VERSION, WHICH IS MUCH CHEAPER.
SUMMARY
CHHALAN IS A MYSTERIOUS SCIENCE-FICTION NARRATIVE THAT EXPLORES THE BOUNDARIES BETWEEN REALITY AND THE UNKNOWN. THE STORY FOLLOWS MATT, A YOUNG MAN WHOSE ORDINARY LIFE IS DISRUPTED WHEN A MANDATORY EXAM FORCES HIM TO TRAVEL TO THE DISTANT AND ENIGMATIC CITY OF HUMBAD. AS MATT PREPARES FOR HIS JOURNEY, HE REMAINS UNAWARE THAT HE IS STEPPING INTO A WORLD WHERE THE LAWS OF NATURE AND TECHNOLOGY MAY NO LONGER APPLY.
THEMES
THE NOVEL FOCUSES ON THE "GLITCH" IN REALITY, EXPLORING WHAT HAPPENS WHEN HUMAN SCIENCE AND THE UNKNOWN COLLIDE. IT IS DEDICATED TO THOSE WHO FIND "BEAUTY IN THE SHADOWS" AND ARE NOT AFRAID TO LOOK INTO THE DARK TO FIND THE TRUTH
"PROPERTYOFTHECHHALANUNIVERSE AUTHORIZEDACCESSONLY"
CHAPTER
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The scene opens in silence.
A boy lies asleep on a worn-out bed—around twenty years old. His breathing is calm, almost too calm, as if even his dreams have nothing left to say.
Then Beep. Beep. Beep.
The alarm breaks the stillness.
Without opening his eyes, he reaches out lazily and shuts it off.
“Mom… let me sleep a little longer…” he mutters, his voice heavy with habit rather than emotion.
But there is no reply.
Slowly, he opens his eyes.
And sits up.
His face remains blank completely empty. No irritation, no laziness, no trace of warmth. Just… nothing.
As if emotions were something he lost a long time ago.
The room around him tells its own story.
The house is silent. Too silent. Dust clings to every surface like it has been waiting there for years.
Objects lie scattered across the floor—abandoned, forgotten, untouched.
There is no sign of life.
And yet… he moves through it like this is normal.
He gets up, freshens himself without a second thought, and walks into the kitchen.
The routine is mechanical.
Eggs crack. Bread toasts.
An omelette. A few slices.
He eats without tasting, without pausing—just enough to keep going.
Soon, he gets ready for college and steps outside.
The moment he does
Sunlight hits his eyes. Sharp. Blinding.
He squints, unable to fully open them, raising his hand slightly as if the light itself is too much to handle.
He glances at his watch.