In his frantic rush, the phone slipped from his grip, falling silently onto the pavement. He didn’t notice and kept running. Aarav picked up, and searched the man’s phone, hoping to find clues. But it was locked with a complex code, and every attempt to crack it only deepened the mystery. The old man sat silently, his mind swirling with guilt and fear. He knew they were running out of time, and he knew that staying in the dark was no longer an option.
As Aarav continued to work on the phone, he discovered a hidden folder , a folder that required not just a code, but a fingerprint. The old man’s blood ran cold. The last person who could unlock that folder was the stranger at the station, the one who had started it all. But how could they find him now?
Just then, a notification flashed on the phone’s screen. It was a location ,a meet-up point for that night. Aarav looked up at his father, determination burning in his eyes. “We’re going,” he said. “We’re going to end this.”
But as they prepared to leave, the old man couldn’t shake the feeling that they were walking into a trap. And he was right.
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Silent Sacrifice
Short StoryThere are some sacrifices of which we are unaware of and we will never be knowing.
