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Divya

Uff... so much noise.
Who's talking?
Sir's voice... but who's he talking to?

Is he... sitting beside me on the sofa?

I rub my eyes, shift to the side, and sit up slowly. It's warm...maybe the medicine's kicking in.

I glance around.
In front of me ..Sir is holding his phone.
Then... who's sitting next to me?

I blink.
My eyes widen.
A smirk slips onto my face.

The person beside me is close-too close-and smiling.

"Sir... I think my fever's gone up... I'm hallucinating."

"It's me, bitch."

That voice-

"Kristin!!!" I leap onto her, almost knocking her over.

Then I turn to my left-

"Sam!!!"

"OMG! When? How? OMG you guys are here!" I practically scream, the room echoing with my excitement.

Sam smiles, but... something's missing.
He's never been the overly excited type, but this..this is different. His face is too still, too serious.

"How are you, Divya?" Sam asks, his smile faint and fading fast.

"Um... I'm good. Just a little fever. Are you sick too? I mean ,your face looks dull."

His gaze shifts away for a moment.

I glance at Kristin as I sit up properly on the sofa. Even her face, usually bright and teasing, seems drawn.

"Nice surprise you have came... all good, nah?" I ask, my voice lighter than how I actually feel.

"Sam couldn't reach..couldn't connect to Pamela... or she's missing somehow," Sir starts

I blink.
"Pam... missing? I mean, how..how sure are you?"

Kristin leans forward.
"Actually, we were planning to meet you, surprise you... and see his girlfriend. But for one whole month, he hasn't been able to reach her. So, we came straight here. The address Pam gave him... there's no one living there now."

I frown.
"You guys went there before coming here? You should've called me once."

Sam shakes his head slightly.
"We tried. We tried calling you last night...but didn't pick up and ..I thought making you anxious was not good."

"If I'm being honest... her uncle is definitely not a good man," I say quietly. "And she herself apologized so many times after that incident-back when I first came here. But... for a while now, I haven't had much contact with her."

Sam's eyes drop to the floor.
"I tried tracking her phone number... but it was all in vain. Her mobile kept showing the same location, over and over."

Sir's brows shoot up.
"What? You can track a phone number?" His surprise is genuine..clearly, he had no idea Sam is a tech guru.

Sam gives a small nod.
"Yeah. I did."

"Um... if you have her uncle's number... can you track him?" Sir asks, glancing between us.

My eyes widen at the suggestion.

Sam nods slightly.
"I mean, yeah-of course. We even asked for his number when we went there, but no one had a new one. The old one's dead."

"Okay..." Sir pulls his phone from his pocket, his face tightening into a serious focus as he starts scrolling.

"890#######... is this one?" Sir says, eyes still on his phone.

Sam leans forward to glance.
"Yeah... that one. Not working."

Sir scrolls again.
"Okay... then 789#######. What about this?"

My head jerks slightly at the tone in his voice. He sounds almost... certain.
"Uncle gave me this one," Sir adds.

Sam frowns. His brows pinch together like he's already running possibilities in his head.

Without another word, he kneels down, slides his backpack forward, and unzips it in one swift motion.
The sound of the zipper cutting through the quiet makes my chest tighten.

One by one, the bags and cords tumble out.
Then-his laptop.
The metallic click as he flips it open feels louder than it should.

He sits cross-legged right there on the floor, fingers hovering over the keys like a pianist about to start something dangerous.

"Tell me the number once more," Sam says, not looking up.

I shift slightly on the sofa. The air feels heavier now.
Kristin has gone quiet-too quiet-and Sir's eyes are locked on Sam's hands, waiting.

Inside, I can feel my pulse quicken.
Something about the way Sam works... it's not just about finding someone.
It's about finding out if the story we've been telling ourselves is still true-or already broken.

From the side pocket of his big bag, Sam pulls out an old, beaten-up phone - one of those outdated models only a hacker would still carry.
And a USB stick. Metallic, Scratched., Dangerous-looking.

I watch in silence.

I don't fully understand his hacking tricks... but I've seen him do things most people can't even imagine. He connects the USB into laptop There's a tiny light that blinks. That's all it takes.

He dials someone - no hesitation, no greeting tone in his voice.
He waits, jaw clenched, foot tapping once on the floor.

There's a click. Somebody picks up.

Sam's voice is quiet... but sharp:

> "Hello. I've sent you the phone details. It's a Jio sim card. I checked . it's still active. I need the telecom database. As soon as possible."

A pause. His eyes stay fixed on the laptop screen, waiting.

> "Money will be transferred if you can do it. Just send me the data. You have ten minutes."

He cuts the call without a goodbye.

Kristin is still. Not blinking.
Sir and I exchange one look. Even he looks... unsettled.

Sam plugs in the number, then leans back, knuckles pressed to his mouth in thought.

The room goes quiet except for the hum of the laptop tapping.

It's tense now.

Sam plugs the USB into his laptop again.

He's still sitting cross-legged on the floor... I'm on the sofa right behind him. From where I sit, I can see lines of code and numbers running across his screen - something is downloading. Some kind of data... probably a location trace.

The entire room feels frozen.

No one speaks.

Just the sound of the laptop , fan and my own heartbeat.

Then suddenly -

"BANG!"

Sam slams his hand on the floor and screams.

I jump so hard I nearly drop off the sofa. Kristin gasps. My heart shoots up to my throat.

For a second I actually think someone got shot.

Sir, who was sitting across from us, instantly stands and crouches beside Sam, unable to hold the curiosity.

Sam's eyes are wide - staring at the screen like he's seen a ghost.

My pulse is racing. What did he find?

The screen keeps blinking... something red. Location coordinates... a name...

Sir leans closer, voice tight.

"Sam... what is it?"

Kristin and I look at each other.

On the laptop screen, there's a map, and a red dot keeps blinking.

Sam zooms in slowly.

The area name appears on screen:

Nizamuddin District - Outer Industrial Zone, Delhi

Sir frowns.
"That place... isn't that where those illegal things happen?"

I nod slowly.
"I've heard about that area on news paper... it's all mafia territory. Illegal warehouses, everything."

Sir leans in.
"Are you sure this is the right location?"

Sam nods, still staring at the screen.
"Yeah. This is where his phone is currently showing. Or at least where it stopped last."

Sam's voice is very quiet.
"That's not a normal place. No one just goes there for fun if crime is happening there "

"We need to move. Now," Sam says, zipping up his bag. "How far is it? I need a car"

"Forty minutes. Maybe forty-five," Sir answers, already heading to the door.

"Okay then. We'll use my car. Come on."

I push the blanket away and stand up from the sofa.
"We're going too," I say firmly.

Sir turns, his eyes sharp. "No, you're not."

I blink, surprised.

"You stay here," he says, voice firm. "Kristin is staying with you. And that's final."

I open my mouth to argue, but he's already grabbing the car keys from the hook near the door. He lowers his voice as he looks at Kristin.

"Please stay with her. She's still sick."

Kristin looks at me for a moment, then nods. "Okay."

I step forward. "What? No! I'm fine-"

Kristin quickly reaches out and grabs my wrist.
Her grip is gentle, but strong enough to stop me. She gives me a calm, warning look.

My chest tightens with frustration.

Sam and Sir are already leaving. Sam holds his laptop under one arm. Sir doesn't look back.

The front door closes behind them with a heavy thud.

I stare at the door, angry and helpless.
They're heading into a dangerous place... and I'm just supposed to sit here with a blanket and fever?

Kristin sits beside me without saying a word.
She still holds my wrist - almost like she's afraid I'll run out after them if she lets go.

I sigh loudly, feeling irritated and tired all over again.
"I hate this useless feeling... sitting here while they go out there."

I look at her sharply. "Why did you even agree so easily?" I fling my hand in frustration like a child throwing a pillow.

Kristin just looks at me - not angry, not exhausted. Just... calm.
What is this calm face of hers? It makes me feel more restless somehow.

"Sometimes," she says gently, "we need to listen when someone actually cares for us."

I stare at her quietly.
Someone cares...? He cares? My chest tightens a little at the thought.

"He cares about you," she says again, like she's sure of it.

My eyes narrow a little. I want to confirm it from someone else's mouth.
"How do you know? You just saw him to" I ask slowly, a little too eager, a little too honest.

Kristin smiles at me - soft and knowing.
"I felt it," she says. "And... you're happy, right?"

I pause. My lips press together.
Am I happy?
I think of the way he looked at me, the way he held my hand before I fell off the bed, the way he panicked over my fever.

I look down shyly.
"...Yes. I am."

She nods like that's enough.
"So... the situation turned serious just .That's great .. if you are all that matters," she says as she leans back on the sofa.

Fear. Pressure.
that's true. We all reacted out of fear and pressure and situation. But our relationship is now different..

After long pause.

"...I just hope Sam finds her," I mumble quietly, almost to myself.

There's a small silence.

"You must be hungry," I say suddenly, getting up a little. "Wait... want some pasta?"

Kristin blinks. "No thanks-wait. You're going to make it?"

"Haa... yeah," I shrug, playing it off. "I made pasta last night anyway. And there's still a lot left. So let's heat the leftover pasta with extra cheese."

Kristin raises her eyebrow. "Hmm. You can't cook. "

" I can cook! " I lie to her..

Haah... I didn't make it, obviously.
It was totally ordered from that Italian place downtown.
But she doesn't need to know that.

More than an hour passes.

I've called him at least ten times. Sam too.

Even Kristin tried three times... nothing. Both phones still unreachable.

Why is there still no response?
My chest feels heavy.

I tell myself they're just in a bad network area. But a small part of me starts to panic quietly.

After eating, Kristin and I walk back to my room. We stand side by side near the window, both staring out toward the front gate like idiots waiting for someone to appear by magic.

The room is silent except for distant traffic.

"So..." I say after a moment, without looking at her, "you guys went to that address in Delhi, right? - New Mehra Industrial Zone?"

Kristin blinks and turns her head sharply.
"What? No! It wasn't that address."

She looks at me with wide eyes like I just said something crazy.

"We didn't go to New Mehra Zone. We went to Lal Quarter Area, behind the old railway godown."

I freeze.

My stomach knots immediately.

Wait... what?

"Hm..." I mutter, thinking back. "She gave me another address. I mean-when I came from the airport, she picked me up herself. And the first place she took me was her house. That address was definitely not the one you went to."

Kristin's head snaps toward me. Her eyes go wide.

"What? Seriously? If that's true... then maybe she's there now."

I nod slowly. My mind is racing.

"She told me that place was her parents' house. She said they're both dead, so she mostly lives at her uncle's house. She only goes to her parents' home once in a while."

Kristin bites her lip.

"Let's just go and check!" I say suddenly, throwing my hands in the air.

Kristin's eyes widen. "Oh my God, no-your husband will literally kill us for this," she says, waving her hands like a madwoman.

"But what if she's actually there?" I argue. "At least we should check once!"

Without waiting for another word, I rush into the bathroom and change my top quickly. I'm still wearing my stupid pajama shirt - no way I'm going out in that.

Kristin stands outside the door, still panicking. I come outside.

"What if your husband gets angry? You're still sick! Look-your forehead is still hot," she presses her palm against my skin.

"It's just a cold. And I have medicine." I pull a strip of paracetamol from my pocket and wave it at her like proof.

She's still unsure.

So I grab her wrist. "Come on."

I drag her with me down the stairs.

We rush to the guest room - the one where he used to stay. On the wall, right next to the mirror, I spot the house keys hanging.

I snatch them the second I see them.

Kristin groans. "We are seriously doing something wrong right now."

"Let's go," I say, already pulling her toward the door.

"Book an Uber," I say while locking the door behind us.

Kristin is already on her phone. In less than three minutes, the car arrives in front of the gate.

We both get inside quickly.

The driver turns around. "Ma'am, OTP?"

Kristin answers, "4510."

The car starts moving.

Kristin glances at me nervously. "We should inform them."

"No!" I snap immediately.

She looks shocked. "No?!"

"What if you need help?" Kristin says, her voice rising in panic as the car starts moving.

I stare out the window and shrug. "If we need help, then we'll call. They're not even answering their phones right now anyway."

Before she can argue again, her phone lights up with a message.

She checks it quickly. "It's from Sam."

> We are chasing a car. Taking phone calls can't happen. I hope you guys are okay.

Kristin's eyes go wide. "They're chasing someone?!"

I grab her phone and type back before she can stop me:

> We are ok.

Then I lock her phone and shove it back into her hand.

She just stares at me.

My heart is beating fast - partly from fever, partly from what we're doing.

I don't know if this is smart... but I can't just sit at home either.

"Bhaiya, please go faster!" I say urgently, leaning forward in the backseat.

The driver nods. "Okay, madam ji."

He tries, but what can he do? Delhi traffic is a different kind of hell. Cars inch forward. Bikes squeeze through gaps. My leg keeps bouncing restlessly.

Twenty-five minutes. It feels like two hours by the time we finally reach the street.

We get out of the Uber. The heat hits my face immediately - it's almost noon. The road is almost empty. Too still.

I look at the house. Two stories, like I remember. A bungalow, completely locked. The big black iron gate is chained tightly.

I walk up and shake it once. Clink. Solid.

"She's not here..." I mutter under my breath, my heart sinking slowly.

"This is useless," Kristin sighs beside me.

"Fuck," she curses softly.

My frustration breaks loose. "Pam! Where the hell are you!" I shout toward the house. My voice echoes back at me.

And then - CLANG! A loud metal sound. Somewhere behind the house.

I stare at Kristin. "Did you hear that?"

"Yeah... maybe traffic... or maybe we're just going crazy," she says, but even she looks alert now.

I cup my hands around my mouth and yell again, louder. "Pam!"

Then we hear it again. Bang! Bang! Two distinct metal hits.

We both freeze. Then she stares at me. I stare back.

That's not a coincidence.

"We need to go in," I say, my voice shaky but certain.

Kristin looks nervous. "But how? The gate is locked."

I look around desperately. My heart is thumping.

We can't just leave if she's actually inside.
What if she's tied up? What if she's hurt?
What if we walk away and something horrible happens right after?

I spot a big stone near the wall qnd Heavy.

"Break the lock," I whisper.

Kristin hesitates. "But if someone sees... they'll call the police."

My brain is spinning.

Let them call. I don't care. If Pamela is in there, I'm not leaving her.

"I don't care," I say out loud. "We're going in. Even if I get arrested."

Kristin swallows hard, looking pale.

But I can see it in her eyes too - the same fear. The same urgency.

Kristin picks up the big stone and starts slamming it against the lock.

THAK! THAK!

Nothing.

"This lock is made in hell," she mutters, trying again. People passing by on the road start turning their heads, staring at us.

Great. Now we look like actual thieves in broad daylight.

"Ugh, this is so embarrassing," I whisper, glancing around. One aunty actually slows down just to stare at us like we're criminals.

Suddenly a man walks up from the side, totally unexpected.

"Kuch hua hai kya?" he asks. We both jump.

Kristin immediately starts sweating. She's terrible at lying in under pressure.

"No, nothing," I say quickly, forcing a very awkward smile. "I just... lost the key of this house and we can't go in."

The man nods slowly, suspicious. "No duplicate key?"

I roll my eyes. "If there was a duplicate key, we wouldn't be breaking the lock, right? Common sense."

He scratches his head.

Kristin steps forward, trying to look innocent. "Can you help us please? If you can?"

"Ni.. I can't help," the man says flatly.

Kristin loses all patience. "Then go! Why are you still standing here?" she snaps, shooing him away.

He walks off, giving us a suspicious side-eye.

I huff under my breath. "Great. Now we have to jump the gate."

Kristin looks at me like I've lost my mind. "How?!"

"Push me up."

"What?!"

I ignore her shock and just point. "It's not that high. Just give me a boost. Come on."

Kristin mutters under her breath but finally sighs. "Okay, fine."

She bends slightly and cups her hands. I place one foot in her palms and grip one of the thick vertical grill rods.

"Alright... 1... 2... 3."

She pushes while I pull myself up. My knee scrapes the metal. "Ah-shit-"

My body wobbles over the top of the gate. I'm not elegant at all. It's more like rolling over a fence like a potato sack.

Kristin tries to steady me from below. "Careful!"

I grunt as I throw one leg over and then the other. My shirt gets stuck for a second on a bolt, and then finally I drop down on the other side with a dusty thud.

My heart is racing. My palms are shaking.
I actually did it.

"You okay, Divya?" Kristin asks from the other side of the gate.

"Yes, yes! I'm fine." I wave my hand at her. "You stay there and keep trying to break the lock!"

"Call me if anything happens!" she yells back.

I nod and turn around.

The sun is already lowering in the sky. The shadows are getting long. Everything looks... older than I remember. Dustier. Like the whole place has been ignored for months.

Come on. Just go inside, I tell myself.

I start walking toward the main building. My footsteps sound loud on the dead, dry ground.

The last time I came here with Pam, the garden was a bit clean. The house looked lived in. Now it looks abandoned, like time got stuck.

I swallow hard and shout, "Pam! Where are you?!"

Suddenly, BANG! BANG! BANG!

A loud metal noise echoes from somewhere above me. I spin around, looking everywhere.

And then I see her.

On the second floor, behind one of the grilled balcony windows - a figure.

Her hands and mouth are tied with cloth. She's banging a steel water glass against the grill, trying to get my attention.

Her eyes are wide, desperate.

My heart nearly stops.

Pamela.

The front door is locked, only held by a latch from the outside.

I reach and flick it open. The wooden door creaks as I push it and rush inside.

It's dark - almost too dark for daytime - but some light filters in through the dusty windows and doors so I can still see.

My breathing is heavy.

The sound is coming from upstairs. Hurry.

I spot the narrow staircase and start running. Every step feels like thunder in the silence.

Her banging gets louder as I climb. My heart is racing so fast I can hear it in my ears.

At the top of the stairs, there are three rooms lined up.

The noise is coming from the last one.

I run to the third door. I'm completely out of breath by the time I reach it. My hands shake.

Come on, Divya. Just do it.

I grip the handle and-

The door is locked. There's no key, no latch from this side - just a solid, rusty lock.

Shit.

I step back and kick it. "One... two... three-"

I kick again. The lock rattles but doesn't break.

"Fucking hell..." I whisper, sweating. My leg hurts.

I rush back downstairs, jumping two steps at a time.

I need something heavy.

I run outside into the dried garden, scanning the ground like a madwoman. Then I see it - half-buried under dead leaves.

A shovel.

I grab it, my hands shaking. I don't even feel how heavy it is - adrenaline takes over. I run back inside, race up the stairs, shovel in hand.

"Hang on, Pam," I mutter under my breath.

I lift the shovel and slam it hard against the lock. CLANG!

One more time. CLANG! The metal bends.

"COME ON!" I shout, raising it again.

CRACK.

The lock snaps. The door swings open a little.

I exhale sharply, my whole body shaking with the effort.

I got it.
Pamela is on the floor, back against the wall, still tied - her eyes fill with tears the second she sees me.

She starts crying immediately, her voice weak and shaking as I rip the cloth off her mouth.

Her face looks pale. Her lips are dry. She looks like she hasn't eaten or slept in days.

"Di... vi... ya..." she tries to say my name, sobbing.

Then she whispers something I never imagined,

"I need drugs..."

My whole body freezes. "What?"

She keeps shivering, eyes unfocused, like she's not even fully here.

"I... need drugs..." she mutters again. "Give me some drugs... please..."

I just stare at her in shock.
What..? What is she even saying?

My phone starts ringing at that exact moment - loud, vibrating in my pocket - but I don't even have the strength to pick it up.

My mind goes blank for two seconds. Then I snap back and kneel beside her, hands trembling as I untie the rope around her wrists first.

"Breathe... breathe..." I whisper, to her and to myself at the same time.

Her head keeps falling forward and I hold her up with both arms.
"We need to go, Pam. Get up. Come, we're going."

I wrap one arm around her waist and lift her as best as I can. She's weak - too weak - but she still tries to stand with my support.

My phone keeps ringing. Over and over. I ignore it, but the sound makes my heart beat even faster.

Holding her tightly with one arm, I manage to pull out my phone with the other. I swipe the call.

Kristin voice bursts out, panicked: "Divya! Some men have entered!"

My stomach drops. We are almost at the door.

I don't even get to answer. I can already hear footsteps on the driveway behind us - heavy boots crunching gravel.

There's a group of men standing between me and the gate. All funky colour full clothesk. like mastan ...Faces I don't recognize.

And in front of them... is Pamela's uncle.

Beaten. Bloody. Almost unrecognizable - but definitely him.

They're looking directly at me.

And I suddenly realize I'm trapped.

"Side aside!" I scream at them, still holding Pamela.

One of the men steps forward - huge beard, gutkha smeared in the corner of his mouth. He copies my tone mockingly.

"Side aside!" he repeats, laughing, like I'm a joke.

He turns to Pamela's uncle and spits on the ground.
"Yeh chutiya... yeh namuni kaun hai be?"
( Fucker? Who is this girl? )

The uncle wipes blood from his mouth and answers weakly, "Her friend..."

There are four men total. Including him.

The bearded guy suddenly grabs Pamela's wrist and tries to pull her away from me.

"Chhod!" I yell, pulling her back.
( Leave!)

He turns on me. "Chhod? Tu chaye toh tum dono ko hi leke jayenge."
He grabs my shoulder roughly.

( Leave? If you want we will take both of you )

My blood boils. Without thinking - I grab his hand and swing my leg up-

One perfect kick right between his legs.

He groans, folding instantly.

Before he can react, I kick him again, hard in the stomach. He drops to the floor, gasping.

Another man comes at me from the side. I spot a flower vase on the old table nearby - I grab it and smash it straight into his head.

He stumbles back as shards fly everywhere. I kick him too and he rolls on the ground, groaning.

Pam's uncle stares at me in shock - frozen, completely useless.

I try to drag Pamela toward the gate. She's slow. Weak. I can feel her legs shaking.
Come on, almost there... just a few more steps.

We are inches from getting out...to the garden area.

Suddenly, I hear a click.

One of the men flips open a folding knife.

He swings it fast - I try to pull back but-

"Ah!" I scream as the blade slices deep across my right arm.

Blood immediately soaks through my t-shirt, warm and wet.

Another man - the one I had kicked earlier - grabs me from behind, locking my arms back. I can feel my blood dripping down my elbow.

Pamela's uncle holds her tightly again. Pamela shrieks, "Divya!!"

My head is spinning. The sting in my arm burns deep.

The man with the knife grins and steps forward-

But before he reaches me-

BANG.

Something heavy slams into his head from behind.

He stumbles forward and drops to the ground instantly.

I freeze.

And then I see him.

Sir.

Standing a few steps away... he punched the man. His eyes are burning with a rage I've never seen before.

My entire body shivers.

He turns that glare straight at me. Angry and furious maybe on me ... Or what happened to me

For a moment, I forget the pain in my arm....

Sam is at hus side, eyes wide. Kristin is running in, panic written across her face. Everyone's energy is wild - restless, tense.

Sir doesn't waste a second. The blade spins away, and Sir crouches down, grabbing it. Without hesitation, he stabs twice into the man's left arm. Blood splatters across the floor, painting everything red.

I'm shivering uncontrollably, frozen in place.

The chaos is all around me. My hands tremble. I look away, unable to watch, but I can feel it - the fear, the rage, the energy of battle surrounding me.

Then... the man who held me finally releases me in fear. My legs feel weak as I stumble back. He starts to run - the uncle following him, equally desperate.

Sam moves fast, grabbing the uncle's wrist.

The uncle trembles, nearly shaking apart in Sam's grip.

Sir doesn't let the other man escape either. He grabs him by the collar, dragging him hard against the wall. The man screams, thrashing, but Sir's grip is unyielding.

Sir's next moves are lightning-fast. Two punches land on the man's left eye. I watch as it instantly bruises and blacks out. The man reels, but Sir doesn't stop. He slams the man's head against the wall repeatedly.

Dhoomm! Dhoomm! Dhoomm!

The sound of impact echoes .Every blow reverberates through me. I gulp, holding back a scream, feeling my heart hammering in my chest.

Sam keeps the uncle restrained. Kristin huddles closer to me and pam, her face pale, eyes wide, silent in shock.

Sir's eyes burn with a fury I've never seen before controlled, lethal, unstoppable.

And I... I finally take a shaky breath, realizing just how close we all were to disaster.

And I can't help it. I swallow hard, noticing the way his jaw tenses, the curve of his shoulders, the raw power in his every movement.

The siren screams in the distance, sharp and urgent. Police. Finally. Relief flares, but I know the danger isn't over. My eyes track him - Sir. Every muscle in him is taut, alert, unrelenting. He's a storm contained in a man.

I know I need to stop him before he goes too far, before he loses control entirely.

"Leave him... you want to go to jail, or what?" I shout, stepping forward. Sam is at my side, Kristin holding Pam tightly.

"Praveer... please, don't do it," Sam's voice cracks.

Sir halts mid-motion. The man he was attacking collapses, blood soaking the floor.

Sir doesn't even glance at him now. His eyes lock on me, and in that moment I see something I've never truly seen before - a weight he carries, a care so fierce and personal that it feels like it could crush him from the inside. No one has ever cared for me, not like this.

Without a word, he grabs my wrist. Firm,Unyielding. Protective. I'm startled by the force, by the certainty. "We need to go to the hospital," he says.

His voice is low, almost a growl, but beneath it is something raw - fear for me, anger at the world, and the silent acknowledgment that he alone will make sure I'm safe.

I glance back at Sam, who gives a small nod. I let Sir drag me along, feeling the pulse of his control and care through the hand holding mine. It's overwhelming - not just the adrenaline, but the sense that someone, finally, is carrying the burden of my safety, even if I never asked.

And I realize, quietly, that it's terrifyingly beautiful. That feeling of being protected by someone who has never let anyone in, who has never let anyone see the weight he bears.

I bite my lip, heart racing, and I don't pull away. I can't.

Because right now... he is the only person who cares for me the most .
Kristin is right.

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I am scared about what the conversation between Praveer and Divya will be in the next chapter.