Lost Like Never Found

Chapter 4 | His Wife

Kindly read the previous chapter as a revision.

Third-Person Point of View

In the comforting silence of the night, a man skillfully entered the tent where four men were sleeping. Spotting Eklavya, the target he aimed for, he advanced slowly, pulling out a dagger.

Just as he raised his hand to strike, Eklavya suddenly opened his eyes, causing the man to stumble.

Immediately, Sanjam, who was sleeping beside Eklavya, pushed the intruder aside, making him fall. Before the man could compose himself or plan his next move, the four friends surrounded him, successfully capturing one of their enemies.

It is difficult to discover your enemy's plan when you have no idea who they are while on the pilgrimage. Instead of seeking them out, they waited for the enemy to find them-and that's exactly what happened.

They knew someone was monitoring their actions, so they decided to act as if they were aware of the enemy's plans. They aimed to ensure that the spy would come to kill them, believing they were aware of his intentions. The trap was set, and that's what they executed.

A single punch from Nisarg was enough to incapacitate the enemy soldier. Suddenly, something clicked in the man's mind. He realized these four were no ordinary men. He understood who they were, sending chills down his spine, compelling him to spill the plans of his king. The terror these four could instill was enough to make anyone contemplate ending their own life.

Listening to the evil king's plan enraged them. They had known that King Shreyas was cruel, but they never imagined he would stoop so low. They struggled to control their anger upon learning of his plan, which would not only harm their own people but also his.

"How low can he get?" Tanmay murmured through gritted teeth.

They let the enemy soldier go after making it clear that he would now act as their spy and that no one else should know about it. The man understood better than to defy them and left as swiftly as he had come.

Just as he departed, they heard a scared yet strong voice say, "कोण आहे?" (Who's there?)

It was one of their neighboring girls.

"What the hell are they doing out at midnight?" Nisarg exclaimed in frustration as he and the other men stormed out of their tent. They saw Agraja and Hrudaya facing a specific direction.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you shouting at night?" Nisarg questioned sternly.

Turning back, the girls approached them, worry evident on their faces. "Someone just ran from your tent! He was so fast he vanished in an instant, like magic," Hrudaya explained.

They knew who she was talking about but decided not to divulge any details. No one should know about him. To prove them wrong, Nisarg mocked, "There's no one here. You should stop wandering in your sleep and disturb others."

Furious, Agraja marched toward him, ready to give him a piece of her mind. However, Hrudaya and Ojasi, who were unintentionally concealed behind her and not yet visible to the men, held her back. This did not stop her from expressing her anger. "What do you think we are, huh? Stupid to see and do anything? We are not like you, got it? If you don't care about robbers or intruders invading your tent, then why should we? Go to hell!" she yelled in a low voice, shocking the four men.

They had never seen a woman speak so loudly, let alone yell at them. That was when they noticed their attire.

Hrudaya, Agraja, and Ojasi stood there wearing knee-length shorts, comfortable tops, and simple gold earrings, along with chains. The girls knew their clothing was outdated, not typical for this generation. But it was nighttime, a time when they expected to be in the privacy of their tent without anyone else seeing them. They had no worries about their attire. However, it turned out to be the opposite.