Hell World (Part-2)
Hello World - Part 2 INT. RAHUL'S BEDROOM - NIGHT RAKESH stands frozen in the doorway. His lungs refuse air. The phone, still clutched in his hand, feels like a lead weight. SOUMYA, his wife, sits slumped against the headboard, her body a canvas of crimson. Her head, a grotesque ruin, hangs at an unnatural angle. A gaping wound mars her scalp, revealing the glistening, pinkish-gray folds of her brain. One eyeball, detached from its socket, rests precariously on her cheekbone, staring blankly at the ceiling. Her hands, or what remains of them, are mangled stumps, bone shards protruding from shredded flesh. Blood, thick and viscous, pools on the white sheets, soaking into the mattress, dripping onto the floorboards. RAHUL, his son, half-lies on the bed beside her, his face smeared with crimson. His fingers, coated in a sticky, dark film, probe deep into the exposed cavity of Soumya's skull, squeezing, tearing. A sickening crunch echoes in the silence as he pulls a piece of tiss...
