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Avi and Shakthi drove through the city, their eyes scanning every street and corner, desperately searching for Mithra. The tension in the car was suffocating, with Ananya sitting in the backseat, wringing her hands, her worry evident. She barely spoke, only murmuring a soft "no" when Shakthi asked if Mithra had seemed off before disappearing.

Nalla dha irundha

(She was normal)

Ananya insisted, her voice trembling.

In fact, nanga appodhan finally pesitu irundhom... ana thideernu she excused herself to the washroom, thirupi varala

(In fact, we were finally talking... and then she just excused herself to the washroom and never came back.)

Avi clenched his jaw, frustration gnawing at him. He knew Mithra well enough to understand that if she wanted to disappear, she would make sure no one found her easily. Hence, he could tell this was probably just a mental breakdown.

Shakthi, driver ku call pannu

(Shakthi, call the driver)

he ordered, gripping the steering wheel tighter. Shakthi nodded and quickly dialed the number, putting the call on speaker as the driver picked up, his voice rushed.

Ippodhiku yengayum illa sir

(No sign of her yet, sir)

he reported.

Innum theditu iruken

(I’m still looking.)

403 tapped his fingers against his knee, his mind racing with possibilities. He wasn’t used to feeling this helpless. As a Cupid, he had tools at his disposal that humans didn’t—but using them came with rules. One of those rules was that he could only track an assignment, and Mithra wasn’t his. But right now, he didn’t care. If breaking the rules meant finding her, he was willing to try his luck.

Glancing at Avi and Ananya to make sure they weren’t watching him, 403 took a slow breath before snapping his fingers. Instantly, the world around him froze. Cars halted mid-motion, the soft rustling of leaves went silent, and even Ananya’s expression of worry remained perfectly still. Taking advantage of the frozen moment, he swiftly lifted off the ground, his Cupid-pad materializing in his hands. His fingers worked hastily on the screen, inputting everything he knew about Mithra, trying every trick he could think of to locate her. But no matter what he tried, the answer was the same—access denied.

Frustration bubbled inside him as he clicked his tongue in annoyance. Just as he was about to give up, his phone suddenly rang, the sound unnaturally loud in the frozen silence. His brows furrowed when he saw the caller ID—601. He hesitated for a second before picking up.

Yenna?

(What?)

he snapped, not in the mood for riddles. But 601 wasted no time.

Mithra beach la thaniya iruka, na location share pannirken

(She’s at the beach. I shared the location)

she said quickly. 403’s frown deepened.

Unaku yepdhi theriyum?

(How do you know?)