𝕀𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 ℍ𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤

C H A P T E R. 4 3

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Aryan tore through the streets, his bike cutting through the traffic like a blade. Ignoring the impatient honks, he pushed the limits of speed.

Abandoning his bike, he sprinted into the office building, the heat of urgency dripping from his every pore. The elevator took too long for his frayed nerves, so he bolted up the stairwell, taking two steps at a time. Eleven agonizing floors later, he burst onto the scene. The atmosphere in the lobby was charged with tension, and Aryan's eyes scanned the room, desperately searching for Agni.

Saravanan?!

Saravanan sprinted to the scene, as Aryan's distressed voice echoed through the floor, causing a ripple of unease among the onlookers. The disheveled state of Aryan, intensified the sense of urgency in the air.

Aryan, yenna idhu?

Pugazh, Agni yenga?

Aryan demanded, Saravanan interrupted,

Unna thedi dhan da avanga ponnanga

Yenga?

Kalailerndhu unna dhan yellarum theditu irundhom, ippo yennana, Agni phone yedhukala! Yenna da nadhukudhu?

Rakshan's words cut through the air. Agni was missing.

Madhan yenga? Agni yenga pora yenna panranu paakradhu avan vela dhane?!

Avanadhan Agni kalailerndhu unna theda anapitangale!

Aryan's palm met his forehead with a resounding smack. Time was slipping away, and the realization struck him like a lightning bolt — John was orchestrating something. 

John.

Aryan's eyes widened in sudden understanding.

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Yenna venum ungaluku?

Kadha sollanum

Agni's eyes flared with a mix of disgust and confusion as she stared at John, 

Oru mukkiyamana kadha sollanum

Her response was a cringe, her features flat and uninterested, a poker face she wore as a defense mechanism against the impending storm. John, seemingly unperturbed, carried on with a nonchalant attitude, brushing off Agni's evident frustration.

Look, I have no time for this. I-

Wait pannu Agni, nee dhan yeppome yedhayum calm'ah deal panra aal achae? 

Agni desperately fought the urge to smash something as frustration welled up within her. She ran her fingers through her hair in exasperation, while John calmly poured a glass of water and placed it in front of Agni on the table.

You see, you already know half of this story. Na unaku theriyadhada mattum dhan solla poren

Yenna adhu?!

You know Manoj Kumar, you know how he died. But he's not the one who caused the destruction

Agni frowned, crossing her hands over her chest,