story of three siblings, this tale is purely speculative, born from imagination fueled by the mysteries of time travel and the complexities of historical events. The true nature of time travel remains, for now, locked within the realm of speculation...
(Please read the chapter 4 second portion in mysterious figure murdered scientist couple for better understanding please )
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(Imagine him in🤓i know he can wear lenses but he smart glasses)
Ansh's heart pounded as he clutched the Time Temporal Watch in his hand. This extraordinary device, a creation born from the brilliant minds of the Singhs, held the power to transport him through time and space. It was a creation that defied the boundaries of science, a beacon of hope in his quest for answers.The laboratory's surroundings faded into a blur as Ansh activated the Time Temporal Watch. The world around him shimmered and distorted, and in an instant, he found himself transported back to that fateful evening, the evening when he had left for the airport.
A glint of movement, a swift darting shadow, caught their eyes. Their hearts froze as they realized they were not alone. The silhouette of a figure materialized in the dimness, and their instincts screamed danger.
"Who are you?" Dr. Simran Singh's voice trembled, a mixture of fear and resolve.
A low, sinister chuckle answered us, sending ripples of dread through the room. The figure stepped into the faint light, revealing a face obscured by shadows. It was a face I didn't recognize-one that seemed to merge with the darkness itself.
"Dr. Singhs," the figure spoke, its voice like ice, "you tread on forbidden ground, seeking knowledge that defies the natural order."
Dr. Rajveer's mind raced, the implications of this encounter impossible to ignore. "What do you want?"
The figure's lips curled into a malevolent smile. "Your pursuit ends here, scientists. Some truths are better left undiscovered."
In a heartbeat, the figure lunged, and our instincts kicked into overdrive. We dodged, adrenaline surging through our veins. The figure's movements were swift, almost supernatural, and I realized we were facing something beyond the realm of the ordinary.
Fighting a mixture of fear and determination, we desperately sought an escape route. The room seemed to close in around us, shadows twisting into grotesque shapes. But we wouldn't yield. We had dedicated our lives to unraveling mysteries, and we wouldn't allow ourselves to be silenced.
Our dance continued, a battle of wits and wills in the heart of the laboratory. But the figure possessed an uncanny power, its movements defying the laws of physics. Our strength waned as the encounter took a toll on our bodies and minds.
With a final, chilling laugh, the figure's hand extended towards us, an ethereal force coalescing around its fingers. We fought with every ounce of our beings, but we felt ourselves being lifted off the ground, our struggles futile against an unknown power.
As the darkness closed in around us, our vision blurred, our world fading into obscurity. Our last thoughts were of our unfinished research, of the mysteries we had yet to uncover.
