Beyond The Palace Walls| ONGOING

Chapter - 27

Singh Enterprises, construction site

Agastya and Harshith sat amidst the construction site, surrounded by half-built walls and scattered tools. The sound of hammers and drills filled the air, but Agastya's silence was deafening. He stared blankly into his tea.

Harshith tried to break the silence, speaking softly about mundane things, but Agastya didn't respond. His friend's usual attitude were nowhere to be found, replaced by a deep sorrow that seemed to consume him.

As they sat there, a single tear escaped Agastya's eye, rolling down his cheek like a silent confession. Harshith's heart went out to his friend, and he reached out, placing a comforting hand on Agastya's shoulder.

The gentle touch seemed to unravel Agastya's defenses, and more tears followed, streaming down his face like a river. He hid his face in his hands, his body shaking with sobs.

Harshith sat with him, offering a silent presence, letting Agastya know he wasn't alone in his pain. The construction site, once a symbol of new beginnings, now seemed like a backdrop for Agastya's heartbreak.

As Agastya cried, Harshith could feel his friend's pain and frustration. He knew that Agastya's heart was breaking, and he felt helpless to stop it.

After a few moments, Agastya's sobs subsided, and he lifted his head, his eyes red and puffy. Harshith handed him a handkerchief, and Agastya wiped his nose, trying to compose himself.

"I'm sorry, Harshith," Agastya said, his voice shaking. "I just feel so trapped. What if I fail to save Meera from this arranged marriage."

Harshith squeezed his shoulder. "You said you already planned everything, right? Then , why fear yaar?"

Agastya took a deep breath and began to explain, telling Harshith about his conversation with Achintya, and how he felt like he was running out of options.

As Agastya spoke, Harshith listened intently, his mind racing with ideas and plans. He knew that they had to act fast, before it was too late.

"Don't worry, Agastya," Harshith said, determination in his voice. "We'll find a way to stop this marriage and be with Meera. I promise."

Agastya looked at Harshith, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "I will save her"

Harshith nodded. "I know you will. Whatever you have planned will work out"

Agastya's tears had stopped, and a newfound determination burned in his eyes. He stood up, his movements swift and decisive. "I'm not wasting anymore time," he declared, his voice firm. "I'm executing my plan tonight."

The words hung in the air, filled with a sense of urgency and purpose. Harshith's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly nodded in agreement, matching Agastya's resolve.

The construction site around them faded into the background as Agastya's focus narrowed to a single point: Meera. He was willing to risk everything to be with her, to save her from a loveless marriage.

With a deep breath, Agastya began to pace, his mind racing with the details of his plan. Harshith watched, mesmerized by his friend's transformation from heartbroken to resolute.

With a fierce glint in his eye, Agastya turned to Harshith. "I'll need your help to make this work," he said, his voice low and urgent. "Can I count on you?"

Harshith nodded without hesitation. "Always, Agastya. What do you need me to do?"

Agastya's mind was already racing ahead, thinking of the logistics, the potential obstacles, and the risks. "I'll need you to create a distraction at the eastern wing of the palace," he said, his words tumbling out in a rush. "Something to draw the guards away from Meera's quarters."