# CHAPTER 1:- BLACK HOLE
She had already written her final message.
Not for the world.
Not for science.
Just one person.
"Agasta… I'm sorry."
She felt nervous—maybe even a little scared.
It wasn't like it was her first time going to space.
But this... this mission?
This was suicide.
A leap into the unknown no human had dared take before.
She felt nervous—maybe even a little scared.
It wasn't like it was her first time going to space.
But this... this mission?
This was suicide.
A leap into the unknown no human had dared take before.
Out of the entire world, not a single astronaut agreed to take the risk.
Except her.
Why?
Name: Kavya Chandan
Nationality: Indian 🇮🇳
Age: 24
Parents: Deceased
Siblings: None
"Here, you can read all her details." A file was handed to an old man with deep brown eyes, scanning the paper left to right. He wore a white lab coat over a black, pinstriped shirt and grey formal trousers. His gaze was steady, calculated.
"Okay. Done." He closed the file with a soft thud. "Tell Kavya to be ready. We launch this evening. If she backs out at the last moment, we're calling the mission off."
He handed the file back to the woman standing beside him. She wore a long white lab coat as well, slim glasses resting neatly on her nose. Underneath, a pink shirt and blue jeans peeked out—casual, but not careless.
"Sure, sir," she replied, turning on her heel.
The female scientist stepped out of the main lab, leaving behind a room buzzing with professors, engineers, and scientists. At the center stood a massive central computer—a glowing orb-like interface surrounded by terminals. Around it, smaller cabins housed secondary consoles where teams worked nonstop, eyes glued to data streams, voices low but urgent.
This mission was everything.
As she walked through the automatic sliding door, it opened with a soft hiss behind her and sealed shut just as quietly. Her footsteps echoed against the pristine white tiles, breaking the stillness of the long corridor. From ceiling to floor, left to right, everything gleamed in a cold, sterile white. The hallway felt like a tunnel between reality and something beyond.
After a short walk, she stopped in front of a high-security room. The sign above read: LEVEL 1-A // PRIVATE ACCESS ONLY With a soft chime, the door slid open.
Inside, the room was minimalist—almost empty. Just a few black, rotating chairs were scattered near the center, clearly meant for private debriefs or psychological evaluations.
There, sitting alone on one of the chairs, was Kavya Chandan.
Her posture was calm but thoughtful—solidarity in stillness. She stared downward, lost in deep contemplation. The dim lighting caught her features just right: her striking blue, crystal-like eyes seemed almost unreal in contrast to her dark, flowing black hair.
She was already suited up in her astronaut gear. The decision had been made.
The female scientist took a seat across from her and smiled softly.
"Hey, Kavya. You've been approved," she said gently. "How do you feel?"
"No regrets.
If I die, I die.
No family left. No one waiting.
Except Agasta.
She's not just a friend. She's... more.
She'll cry. She'll hate me. But she'll live."
All of these thoughts swirled quietly through Kavya Chandan's mind, hidden behind a calm expression.
Then she looked up, offering a soft smile to the female scientist seated across from her.
"I'm fine," she said. "And I'm ready to go."
The female scientist offered her a warm smile, trying to ease the heaviness in the room.
"So rest for now," she said gently. "Once everything's ready, I'll personally come get you."
Kavya Chandan returned the smile—just barely—and tilted her head in a slow, subtle gesture of goodbye.
The scientist stood from her chair, her footsteps soft on the floor as she walked toward the door. But just before stepping out, she paused.
She turned slightly, casting one last glance back into the room.
Kavya's head was bowed again—lost in thought.
Or maybe in fear.
Or memories.
Still as a statue in the silence.
The door closed with a soft hiss behind her.
A sudden voice echoed across the main lab, sharp and electrified with excitement:
"WE FOUND IT!! WE FOUND IT!!"
Heads turned. Fingers froze mid-typing. The hum of machinery seemed to pause for just a moment.
Professor Harish Soni rushed over, his coat flaring slightly behind him as he approached the source of the shout. He placed both hands firmly on the table, eyes locked onto the flickering data on the screen.
"So this is the one…" he murmured. "Fetch all the data. Everything. As much as you can."
"YES, SIR!" the surrounding scientists responded in unison, already scrambling at their terminals.
But Harish didn't move. He stayed there, one hand slowly rising to his chin, his expression tightening with visible concern.
His eyes didn't leave the screen—but his mind was clearly elsewhere. On her.
Kavya.
His furrowed brow said everything. She was brave. Ready. Chosen. But now… things had just become even more dangerous.
"Is this real?" The man leaned forward on the park bench, staring off toward the orange-hued evening sky.
"The government's really sending someone up there? From what we've seen, it's basically suicide…"
Children played nearby, their laughter echoing faintly across the open grass. Behind them, the market buzzed with life—vendors shouting, carts rolling, conversations clashing in the air.
"Yeah," replied the man beside him, nodding slowly. "The volunteer signed up herself."
The first man's eyebrows rose. "Wait… it's a girl?"
A brief silence. Then: "Yeah. Twenty-four. No family. Brave as hell, I guess."
The man exhaled, almost in disbelief. "I hope she makes it back…"
Across the street, a crowd gathered in front of a large public screen mounted above a market stall. The bright LED panels flashed bold headlines:
MISSION BLACK HOLE INITIATED A 24-year-old female astronaut to explore the unknown depths of space—possibly the closest contact with a black hole in human history.
A news reporter's voice played over the footage, cutting between lab shots, mission renders, and Kavya's photo.
"This historic mission, dubbed 'Mission Black Hole', has shaken the world. Experts call it the most dangerous human endeavor ever attempted. All eyes are now on the lone astronaut… Kavya Chandan."
Some people in the crowd watched with awe. Others with fear. And some… with silent prayers.
A 24-year-old girl sat curled up on her bed, knees pulled to her chest. Her brown hair hung messily around her face, her black eyes glossy with tears. Anger and heartbreak mixed on her face—red, flushed, raw.
"Why, Kavya… why are you doing this?" she murmured, voice cracking. "Don't you love me? Don't I matter?"
She wiped her tears with trembling hands, her breath shaky.
"I begged you… I stopped you so many times. But no. You're so damn stubborn."
Her fists clenched into the sheets. Her voice grew louder, but no one was listening but the walls.
"Damn it, Kavya!"
Meanwhile, far away—on a different floor of the facility, dressed in her suit, alone—Kavya Chandan suddenly let out a loud sneeze.
"Ah-choo!"
She sniffed, rubbing her nose, then smirked softly to herself.
"Feels like someone's thinking about me… Of course. Agasta. She must be furious right now."
She chuckled under her breath.
"If I showed up in front of her right now… Forget the black hole—she'd probably kill me herself."
Kavya leaned her head back, gazing at the cold, metallic ceiling above.
"Sorry, Agasta," she whispered. "But I have to do this. I've come too far to turn back now."
Her voice was calm. But her eyes… they carried the weight of goodbye.
The door slid open with a soft hiss.
The female scientist stepped in, her voice calm but firm. "Kavya. It's time. Let's go."
Kavya Chandan stood slowly from the chair, exhaling deeply. She adjusted her suit, glanced once at the ceiling—then nodded.
"Let's go," she said softly. "I'm fully ready."
The two women walked side by side as the door hissed shut behind them, sealing the room in silence.
Their footsteps echoed through the long corridor, surrounded by the sterile white of the facility. With every step, the tension grew. The mission wasn't theory anymore—it was happening.
After a few moments, the female scientist turned her head slightly, her voice quiet but sincere.
"You know… you're seriously brave," she said. "I could never imagine taking a decision like this. Facing something so close to death… are you really okay?"
Kavya turned to her, offering a gentle, steady smile.
"I am," she said simply.
The female scientist smiled back, no words needed.
And together, they kept walking—
toward the lab.
Toward the ship.
Toward the black hole.
Author Note:-"Thank you for checking out my debut novel! This story means a lot to me. Let me know what you think in the comments—I'll be reading all of them 💙"