Aarav's eyes widened as the beep grew louder, a sound that cut through the stillness of the night. “Father, what have you done?” he whispered, his voice trembling with fear. The old man’s mind raced. Was this box some kind of bomb? Had he just put countless lives in danger? He had to act fast.
But just as he reached for the train, it picked up speed, pulling away from the platform. Panic surged through him as Aarav grabbed his arm, pulling him back. “We need to go, now!” Aarav urged.
As they fled the station, the old man’s thoughts were consumed with dread. What had he unleashed? And more importantly, who was behind this cruel scheme? He needed answers, but they seemed to slip further away with every passing moment.
Back home, in the safety of their small apartment, Aarav confronted him. “You’re going to tell me everything, right now,” he demanded. The old man knew he couldn’t keep his son in the dark any longer, but before he could speak, there was a knock at the door -a knock that would change everything.
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Silent Sacrifice
Historia CortaThere are some sacrifices of which we are unaware of and we will never be knowing.
