ARJUN-WAR BEYOND TIME

The room was too bright, too cold. Arjun's body felt like it was breaking apart. Every breath, a painful struggle, his chest heavy beneath the oxygen mask that clung to his face, suffocating him more than helping him. The sound of his labored breathing was the only thing he could hear, drowning out everything else-the frantic whispers of doctors, the hum of machines-it didn't matter.

What mattered was the file.

The file that held the truth, the evidence his father had died to protect. The one thing that could expose the enemies who destroyed his family. The file that was now just out of reach.

His fingers twitched under the sheets, his mind still sharp despite the fog clouding his body. I have to get it. Pain shot through his arm as he tried to move, but he didn't care. His father's final wish echoed in his mind-justice. Arjun had promised to fight, to see the truth revealed. And he would. He had to.

"Arjun..." Vigneshwar's voice reached him, distant, desperate. Arjun could barely make out his words. "You have to hold on. We can't lose you."

But the darkness was closing in, and his body was failing him. Every part of him screamed to push forward, but his muscles refused. The blackness crept closer, but Arjun fought it. Not yet. I will finish this.

The fire inside him burned, but it was fading fast. The file. The truth. My father's promise.

And then, everything went black.

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