The vivid reds in wedding symbols of celebration , Happiness and Joy . But what will happen if the same red colour change into the colour of blood betrayal and the symphony of despair.
Meera sweet little innocent girl end up being the pawn in the d...
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The room was cold, but it wasn’t the air conditioning that sent a chill down my spine. The black screen that had moments ago displayed a laughing Joker still lingered in my mind. That twisted smile. That mocking voice. That warning.
Arjun stood still beside the desk, arms crossed, jaw clenched so tightly I was afraid his teeth would crack. Aditya bhai was typing rapidly, trying to salvage whatever data he could before everything was wiped. The atmosphere in the Rajvansh Corporation's tech room was stiff with tension.
Then Radhika’s voice broke the silence.
“How is this even possible? How do they know everything? Every detail?” she said, looking at the frozen footage and logs. “They even knew Meera had come here.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat.
“Someone’s been watching us for a long time,” Arjun said, his tone grim. “Not just watching—tracking. They knew exactly when Meera entered the building and when I was in a meeting. This is not some random hacker looking to play games. This is someone with a personal motive.”
Aditya bhai spun in his chair. “And someone with access to high-level surveillance. The level of infiltration they’ve done—it’s not something amateurs can pull off. This person has resources. Possibly an insider, or someone with military-grade tech.”
Insider. The word hung in the air like poison.
My brain was working faster than my heart. There was a crawling sense in my gut—someone was always watching us. I looked at the screen again, at the distorted face that had laughed at us.
Then it hit me.
Maybe we were still being watched.
Even now.
I quickly pulled out my phone and without a word, typed a message.
Not here. Somewhere else. We’re being watched.
I sent it to Arjun, Aditya bhai, Radhika.
Within seconds, Arjun’s eyes flicked to his phone and then to me. He gave a subtle nod. Aditya bhai looked confused for a moment, then read the message and straightened up.
“Radhika, shut everything down,” Arjun said. “No backups, no logs. Kill the power in this room and destroy any trail we leave.”
Radhika nodded and got to work.
Within ten minutes, we were out of the building. Not from the main entrance, of course. Arjun had his ways—through a secured side door, a coded elevator, and then a private basement garage.
We didn’t say a word until we reached the safe house—a secured estate on the outskirts of the city, built like a fortress, tucked behind trees and guarded by surveillance systems only Arjun and Aditya bhai could control.
