3. Night terror

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I've no intention or motive to hurt anyone regarding the mention of disorders in the book. They're completely fictional and included only according to the story. Whatever things are mentioned in the book are the imagination of the author. There's no imitation of anyone. I think I'm clear regarding things.

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"Sometimes than living the life, surviving becomes more important"

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"Sometimes than living the life, surviving becomes more important"

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After 5 years

I'm running holding the file, which can ruin an influential and powerful empire

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I'm running holding the file, which can ruin an influential and powerful empire. This single copy of paper can lead to a huge downfall of prestigious and authoritative companies in the country.

Men in black were chasing me to kill. Hundreds of well-built men were behind me. Without my notice, I ran into an isolated and secluded place. I'm perspiring heavily, drenched in sweat. My heart's pounding loudly due to sprinting; god knows how long I was running.

The sun was setting and dusk engulfed, leaving no flash of light. The roads were empty and dangerously silent. My hair was messed up, and I'm clutching the file tightly. For my misfortune, I ran into the depository of that sinner.

My breath was harsh and audible. My legs were on the verge of giving up. Still, I can't concede defeat now. Lakhs of lives were depending on me.

To save myself. I hid behind a large cardboard box. I palmed my mouth, not wanting to attract attention. Multitude footsteps echoed in the depository. My eyes were dropping due to exhaustion, and I'm forcing myself not to lose my senses.

"That b*tch is hiding here; search everywhere. If we miss, our boss will kill us brutally," one of the men's anguished voices passed, panicking me.

I tightly pressed my lips, ceasing the breathing sound. Tears trailed, mixing into sweat. Quietly, I leaned on the wall, feeling tired.

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