Genre- funny,
Rajesh opened his eyes and found himself in a long queue. The air smelled of burnt toast, distant screams echoed around, and a large digital board flickered above his head: "Welcome to Yampuri – Your Final Destination!"
Confused, Rajesh turned to a frail old man in front of him. "Excuse me, is this the line for passport renewal?"
The old man laughed. "Son, this is the afterlife. We’re waiting for Yama, the Lord of Death, to decide where we go next. Heaven or Hell!"
Rajesh gulped. "Oh no… I hope my good deeds outweigh my bad ones. I did donate to charity once… even though it was my wife’s money. That counts, right?"
Before the old man could reply, the line moved forward, and suddenly, Rajesh found himself face-to-face with Yama, the fearsome god of death. He was huge, muscular, and had a mustache that could house two pigeons. He peered into his giant Book of Deeds.
"Rajesh Kumar!" Yama boomed. "Let’s see… You have stolen office pens, eaten your friend’s fries without asking, and—oh my!—you forwarded WhatsApp messages without verifying them! Tsk, tsk. Very shameful."
Rajesh smiled nervously. "But, Lord Yama, I have done good things too! I watered plants, helped my neighbor find his lost dog—granted, I was the one who let it out accidentally. But still, effort counts!"
Yama sighed. "According to my calculations, 62% of your deeds are bad, 38% are good. That means… you are going to Hell!"
"WHAT?!" Rajesh gasped. "No, no, no. There must be a mistake! I demand a recount! This is fraud! I want a lawyer!"
Yama raised an eyebrow. "This is Yampuri, not a democracy. Off you go!" He waved his hand, and two demons came forward, ready to escort Rajesh to the flaming pits of Hell.
Rajesh panicked. "Wait! If you send me to Hell, I will come back in my next birth and EXPOSE all the secrets of Yampuri to the world! I’ll write a bestselling book: ‘Hell and Beyond – A Survivor’s Story.’ Just imagine the scandal! Do you want that, Yama ji?"
Yama paused. The demons hesitated. Even Chitragupta, Yama’s accountant, peeked up from his bookkeeping.
"Fine," Yama said, rubbing his temples. "You want to negotiate? Let’s do this. If you can prove that your good deeds are extraordinary, I’ll reconsider."
Rajesh beamed. "Of course! For instance, I once gave up my seat on the bus for an old lady."
Yama nodded. "Commendable."
"Thank you! And once, I let my wife choose the movie instead of arguing for an action thriller. That’s practically sainthood, don’t you think?"
Yama stroked his mustache. "Hmm… Unusual, but not enough. Anything else?"
Rajesh hesitated, then whispered, "I followed all traffic rules. Even when no one was watching."
Yama’s eyes widened. Chitragupta gasped. The demons exchanged nervous glances.
"A mortal who obeys traffic rules… voluntarily?" Yama muttered. "This is unheard of."
Rajesh puffed his chest. "See? I’m a role model for humanity!"
Yama sighed. "Fine. Because of this rare honesty, I’ll make you a deal. I’ll send you to Heaven for one week. If you don’t like it, you can choose Hell instead."
"Done!" Rajesh cheered.
A golden elevator descended from the clouds, and Rajesh stepped in gleefully, waving at the demons smugly. The doors shut, and up he went.
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One Week Later…
The golden elevator pinged open, and Rajesh stormed out, fuming. "YAMA! SEND ME TO HELL! NOW!"
Yama raised an eyebrow. "What happened? Didn’t you like Heaven?"
"LIKE IT?! IT’S BORING!" Rajesh wailed. "Everyone just sits around on clouds playing the harp! No spicy food, no Wi-Fi, and worst of all—NO GOSSIP! It’s like an eternal yoga retreat!"
Chitragupta snorted. "So, you’d rather go to Hell? The land of boiling oil, fire pits, and endless torture?"
Rajesh waved a hand. "At least it sounds more lively! And I hear they have chaat stalls run by ex-politicians. Send me there immediately!"
Yama smirked. "As you wish. But remember, there’s no coming back."
Rajesh nodded. "Anything is better than listening to divine flute music 24/7."
With a snap of Yama’s fingers, Rajesh was whisked away to Hell. He arrived at a boiling cauldron and waved at the demons. "Hey guys! So, where’s the chaat stall?"
One demon smirked. "Right this way. But first, sign this waiver. The spicy golgappa challenge is only for the brave."
Rajesh grinned. "Now THIS is the afterlife I was looking for!"
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