As the clock struck midnight, the old man made his way to the train station, clutching the metal box. Every step felt like a betrayal, every breath a countdown to disaster. The platform was eerily empty, the usual noise and chaos replaced by an unsettling silence.
He followed the stranger’s instructions, counting the train cars and slipping the box under a specific seat. But as he turned to leave, he heard a voice soft, but unmistakable. It was Aarav, “Father, what are you doing here?”
The old man’s heart sank. Aarav had seen him. The one thing he had feared the most dragging his son into this dangerous mess , was now a reality. He could hear the anger and confusion in Aarav's voice, but before he could explain, the train began to move. And then, in the distance, he heard a faint beep, coming from the box he had just delivered.
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Silent Sacrifice
Short StoryThere are some sacrifices of which we are unaware of and we will never be knowing.
