Parallel

Shiv Bhowmik ยท แƒฎแƒ”แƒšแƒแƒ•แƒœแƒฃแƒ แƒ˜ แƒ˜แƒœแƒขแƒ”แƒšแƒ”แƒฅแƒขแƒ˜แƒก แƒ›แƒ˜แƒ”แƒ  แƒ›แƒแƒ—แƒฎแƒ แƒแƒ‘แƒ˜แƒšแƒ˜ Prashanth-แƒ˜แƒกแƒ’แƒแƒœ (Google-แƒ˜แƒ“แƒแƒœ)
แƒแƒฃแƒ“แƒ˜แƒแƒฌแƒ˜แƒ’แƒœแƒ˜
34 แƒฌแƒ—
แƒจแƒ”แƒฃแƒ›แƒแƒ™แƒšแƒ”แƒ‘แƒ”แƒšแƒ˜
แƒฎแƒ”แƒšแƒแƒ•แƒœแƒฃแƒ แƒ˜ แƒ˜แƒœแƒขแƒ”แƒšแƒ”แƒฅแƒขแƒ˜แƒก แƒ›แƒ˜แƒ”แƒ  แƒ›แƒแƒ—แƒฎแƒ แƒแƒ‘แƒ˜แƒšแƒ˜
แƒ แƒ”แƒ˜แƒขแƒ˜แƒœแƒ’แƒ”แƒ‘แƒ˜ แƒ“แƒ แƒ›แƒ˜แƒ›แƒแƒฎแƒ˜แƒšแƒ•แƒ”แƒ‘แƒ˜ แƒ“แƒแƒฃแƒ“แƒแƒกแƒขแƒฃแƒ แƒ”แƒ‘แƒ”แƒšแƒ˜แƒ ย แƒจแƒ”แƒ˜แƒขแƒงแƒ•แƒ”แƒ— แƒ›แƒ”แƒขแƒ˜
แƒ’แƒกแƒฃแƒ แƒ— 3 แƒฌแƒ—-แƒ˜แƒแƒœแƒ˜ แƒœแƒ˜แƒ›แƒฃแƒจแƒ˜? แƒ›แƒแƒฃแƒกแƒ›แƒ˜แƒœแƒ”แƒ— แƒ›แƒแƒก แƒœแƒ”แƒ‘แƒ˜แƒกแƒ›แƒ˜แƒ”แƒ  แƒ“แƒ แƒแƒก, แƒฎแƒแƒ–แƒ’แƒแƒ แƒ”แƒจแƒ” แƒ แƒ”แƒŸแƒ˜แƒ›แƒจแƒ˜แƒช แƒ™แƒ˜.ย 
แƒ“แƒแƒ›แƒแƒขแƒ”แƒ‘แƒ

แƒแƒ› แƒแƒฃแƒ“แƒ˜แƒแƒฌแƒ˜แƒ’แƒœแƒ˜แƒก แƒจแƒ”แƒกแƒแƒฎแƒ”แƒ‘

What if your dreams werenโ€™t just dreamsโ€”but memories of another world calling you back?

Parallel follows a data analyst who wakes to find the sky burning and his city transformed into a nightmare he has seen since childhood. Towering beings patrol the ruins, harvesting humans into silence, while whispers in the shadows suggest he was never merely a victimโ€”he was chosen. As he searches for a way out, visions blur with reality, portals shimmer and vanish, and the line between human and other begins to fracture inside him.

Haunting and surreal, Parallel is a dystopian tale of memory, identity, and inevitability. It asks: when the dream youโ€™ve always feared becomes the only reality, do you fight to returnโ€”or accept that youโ€™ve been home all along?

This story is part of an ongoing short story series of eBooks exploring moments of transformation, dislocation, and the fragile borders between worlds.

แƒแƒ•แƒขแƒแƒ แƒ˜แƒก แƒจแƒ”แƒกแƒแƒฎแƒ”แƒ‘

โ€œThis was never a passion. It was a quiet becoming.โ€

Writing, for me, wasnโ€™t love at first sight. It was a stranger I met in silence. A presence that lingered when no one else stayed. Over time, it became a mirror to my feelings, a translator for thoughts I couldnโ€™t say out loud.

What I write isnโ€™t fictionโ€”itโ€™s memory threaded through metaphor. Itโ€™s the heart doing what the voice never could. Each story in this book is a breath I didnโ€™t know I was holding. Each line, a part of me I once left behind.

I donโ€™t write because I must. I write because somehowโ€”writing remembers me.

แƒแƒ› แƒแƒฃแƒ“แƒ˜แƒแƒฌแƒ˜แƒ’แƒœแƒ˜แƒก แƒจแƒ”แƒคแƒแƒกแƒ”แƒ‘แƒ

แƒ’แƒ•แƒ˜แƒ—แƒฎแƒแƒ แƒ˜แƒ— แƒ—แƒฅแƒ•แƒ”แƒœแƒ˜ แƒแƒ–แƒ แƒ˜.

แƒ˜แƒœแƒคแƒแƒ แƒ›แƒแƒชแƒ˜แƒ แƒ›แƒแƒกแƒ›แƒ”แƒœแƒ˜แƒก แƒจแƒ”แƒกแƒแƒฎแƒ”แƒ‘

แƒกแƒ›แƒแƒ แƒขแƒคแƒแƒœแƒ”แƒ‘แƒ˜ แƒ“แƒ แƒขแƒแƒ‘แƒšแƒ”แƒขแƒ”แƒ‘แƒ˜
แƒ“แƒแƒแƒ˜แƒœแƒกแƒขแƒแƒšแƒ˜แƒ แƒ”แƒ— Google Play Books แƒแƒžแƒ˜ Android แƒ“แƒ iPad/iPhone แƒ›แƒแƒฌแƒงแƒแƒ‘แƒ˜แƒšแƒแƒ‘แƒ”แƒ‘แƒ˜แƒกแƒ—แƒ•แƒ˜แƒก. แƒ˜แƒก แƒแƒ•แƒขแƒแƒ›แƒแƒขแƒฃแƒ แƒแƒ“ แƒ’แƒแƒœแƒแƒฎแƒแƒ แƒชแƒ˜แƒ”แƒšแƒ”แƒ‘แƒก แƒกแƒ˜แƒœแƒฅแƒ แƒแƒœแƒ˜แƒ–แƒแƒชแƒ˜แƒแƒก แƒ—แƒฅแƒ•แƒ”แƒœแƒก แƒแƒœแƒ’แƒแƒ แƒ˜แƒจแƒ—แƒแƒœ แƒ“แƒ แƒกแƒแƒจแƒฃแƒแƒšแƒ”แƒ‘แƒแƒก แƒ›แƒแƒ’แƒชแƒ”แƒ›แƒ—, แƒฌแƒแƒ˜แƒ™แƒ˜แƒ—แƒฎแƒแƒ— แƒกแƒแƒกแƒฃแƒ แƒ•แƒ”แƒšแƒ˜ แƒ™แƒแƒœแƒขแƒ”แƒœแƒขแƒ˜ แƒœแƒ”แƒ‘แƒ˜แƒกแƒ›แƒ˜แƒ”แƒ  แƒแƒ“แƒ’แƒ˜แƒšแƒแƒก, แƒ แƒแƒ’แƒแƒ แƒช แƒแƒœแƒšแƒแƒ˜แƒœ, แƒ˜แƒกแƒ” แƒฎแƒแƒ–แƒ’แƒแƒ แƒ”แƒจแƒ” แƒ แƒ”แƒŸแƒ˜แƒ›แƒจแƒ˜.
แƒšแƒ”แƒžแƒขแƒแƒžแƒ”แƒ‘แƒ˜ แƒ“แƒ แƒ™แƒแƒ›แƒžแƒ˜แƒฃแƒขแƒ”แƒ แƒ”แƒ‘แƒ˜
แƒจแƒ”แƒ’แƒ˜แƒซแƒšแƒ˜แƒแƒ— แƒฌแƒแƒ˜แƒ™แƒ˜แƒ—แƒฎแƒแƒ— Google Play-แƒ–แƒ” แƒจแƒ”แƒซแƒ”แƒœแƒ˜แƒšแƒ˜ แƒฌแƒ˜แƒ’แƒœแƒ”แƒ‘แƒ˜ แƒ—แƒฅแƒ•แƒ”แƒœแƒ˜ แƒ™แƒแƒ›แƒžแƒ˜แƒฃแƒขแƒ”แƒ แƒ˜แƒก แƒ•แƒ”แƒ‘ แƒ‘แƒ แƒแƒฃแƒ–แƒ”แƒ แƒ˜แƒก แƒ’แƒแƒ›แƒแƒงแƒ”แƒœแƒ”แƒ‘แƒ˜แƒ—.

แƒ›แƒ”แƒขแƒ˜ แƒแƒ•แƒขแƒแƒ แƒ˜แƒกแƒ’แƒแƒœ Shiv Bhowmik

แƒ›แƒกแƒ’แƒแƒ•แƒกแƒ˜ แƒแƒฃแƒ“แƒ˜แƒแƒฌแƒ˜แƒ’แƒœแƒ”แƒ‘แƒ˜

แƒ›แƒ—แƒฎแƒ แƒแƒ‘แƒ”แƒšแƒ˜ Prashanth-แƒ˜แƒก แƒ›แƒ˜แƒ”แƒ