" What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from."
-T.S. Eliot
In the enigmatic town of Kshaya lurks a figure shrouded in infamy: SHAITAN, the most wanted criminal whose true id...
The next morning, Ashwath Pawar, every inch the authoritative figure, was impeccably dressed in his crisp uniform, embodying both professionalism and quiet strength. He climbed into his jeep, his mind already sharpened with purpose, as Ekansh, his trusted companion, took the wheel. Together, they drove in silence toward the renowned multispecialty hospital in Faraib, the hum of the jeep’s engine adding to the anticipation that seemed to hang in the air.
As the jeep neared the entrance, the security guards stationed at the gate became aware of their arrival. Without hesitation, they swiftly moved to close the gates, clearly recognizing the gravity of the situation. The morning sun gleamed off the polished surface of the vehicle, a sharp contrast to the tense mood that now enveloped the scene.
The hospital, a towering structure that stood as a symbol of advanced medical care, loomed ahead, its façade a testament to the state-of-the-art facilities and highly skilled professionals within. Its imposing presence seemed to mirror the seriousness of the mission Ashwath and Ekansh had come to undertake. The security personnel, alert and composed, made their move to ensure the hospital’s safety was maintained, closing the gates in a calculated manner.
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Ashwath’s expression was unreadable, his thoughts focused solely on the task at hand. Ekansh, ever perceptive, sensed the weight of the moment, maneuvering the jeep with deliberate precision as they entered the hospital grounds. There was a palpable air of anticipation as they approached the main building, every second stretching with tension, knowing that something significant awaited them inside.
"Sir, may I have the name of the patient you wish to visit?" the security guard inquired, his tone polite but firm.
Ekansh’s eyes narrowed slightly, his voice tinged with skepticism. "I didn’t notice you asking the others for their names," he remarked, observing the guard's approach with a critical eye.
The guard remained unfazed, maintaining his professionalism. "They had passes, sir. I’m sorry, but it’s standard procedure," he explained, a hint of regret in his voice.
Ashwath leaned out of the window, his posture calm but authoritative. He gestured for the security guard to approach. "Come here," he said, his voice steady, carrying an unspoken command.
The guard, sensing the gravity of the situation, complied without hesitation. "Yes, sir?" he asked, walking around to Ashwath’s side of the vehicle.
"I’m here to see Faraib," Ashwath stated, his voice firm, unyielding in its simplicity.
The guard’s face remained impassive, but he shook his head regretfully. "I’m sorry, sir. Without an appointment, I can’t allow you entry," he responded, the words punctuating the tension that already crackled in the air.
Ekansh, no stranger to such situations, leaned forward, his eyes hardening. "Do you see this uniform?" His voice dropped to a low growl. "I can have you locked up if you continue to stand in our way."
