Two cars finally arrived at the house.
Kairav was sitting inside the first car with Nico and his bodyguards. The moment they reached the property, however, they sensed that something was wrong. The atmosphere around the house felt unusually tense.
The cars came to a stop.
Nico immediately stepped out and opened the door for Kairav. With the help of Nico and one of the bodyguards, Kairav carefully got out of the car. Seeing that he was struggling to stand, the second bodyguard quickly rushed over to assist them.
"Careful. Take it slowly," Nico said, supporting Kairav.
Together, they helped Kairav sit comfortably in the wheelchair.
A servant standing nearby witnessed the entire scene. His expression immediately changed with concern.
"Master Kairav has returned!" he called out.
Another servant girl hurried toward the house to inform the family.
"Master Kairav is back! He has returned with Nico and the bodyguards!"
Inside the building, Navya heard the news.
Her expression instantly changed.
Without wasting another second, she rushed outside.
There was worry in her eyes, mixed with anger and fear. As soon as she saw Kairav sitting in the wheelchair, her heart tightened.
"Kairav!"
She hurried toward him and knelt beside the wheelchair.
"Are you all right, my son? Are you hurt?"
Kairav looked at her and gave her a reassuring smile.
"Yes, Mother. I'm perfectly fine. Please don't worry."
Navya carefully looked him over, making sure there was no serious injury. But then her eyes shifted toward Nico.
Her expression hardened.
She stared at him with a mixture of anger and suspicion.
"Nico…"
Before she could say anything more, Nico immediately raised his hands defensively.
"Wait, ma'am! Please, wait!"
Navya's eyes narrowed.
Then nico quickly continued, his voice filled with urgency. "It's not what you're thinking. Please, let me explain."
Here navya remained silent, her gaze fixed firmly on him. "Then explain," she said coldly.
He swallowed nervously and glanced at Kairav before speaking. He clearing his throat to speak.
"Ma'am… earlier, you instructed me to find a way to strike at Rati where it hurts emotionally. I ran into a few complications, but that's not a problem. The real issue was when I called you to report that i am going at the Artoris art Gallery to take that item. On that time master kairav received that call which result , he listen every word of my."
Navya's expression remained carved in ice, her silence daring him to continue.
"I went to secure the piece that would break her, but as some thing happened they don't want to sell that piece of art . Suddenly Master Kairav showed up on that time as things were unfolding."
Navya slowly turned her gaze toward her son. The cold anger in her features fractured.
"So that's why you left your phone behind," she said, her voice dropping into a measured cadence. She held Kairav's eyes. "You told me you were only going out with the bodyguards to get some fresh air."
Kairav lowered his gaze for a moment before answering calmly .
"Mother… I just wanted to help you. And if the situation hadn't become so serious, I would have returned home earlier."
Navya exhaled sharply, though the frustration in her voice was undeniable. "I only gave Nico that order in the moment, after what happened to my building."
Before she could reprimand him further, Nico hurried to intervene. "Forgive me, ma'am, but if it weren't for Master Kairav, the mission would have failed entirely."
Navya studied the two of them, her irritation slowly giving way to intrigue. "Are you saying Kairav handled it?"
Nico nodded without hesitation. "Yes, ma'am. Because of him only we able to get success and not only that , he really showed outstanding present of mind and intelligence which result siddharth won't able to do anything. Here navya reaction change then she said by looking at kairav " wow really".
At that cue, one of the bodyguards stepped forward and opened the car. He carefully lifted out a large, exquisitely framed painting, balancing the weight with both hands as he approached her.
He stopped in front of her and respectfully held the painting out.
"Ma'am… this is the painting."
Navya's eyes fell upon the painting.
She carefully examined every detail. the frame, the artwork, and the craftsmanship. For a long, tense moment, the entire courtyard fell into silence. No one dared to breathe.
Then, a flicker of cruel understanding lit up her eyes. A slow, poised smile spread across her lips. "I know exactly what this deserves."
She turned her sharp gaze to Nico. "Nico, did you pay for it in full?"
He straightened his back, nodding quickly. "Yes, ma'am. Every single rupee was cleared."
She said "How much?"
"One hundred and five crore, ma'am." replied by nico
She smile deepened, cold and satisfied. "Good."
Without another glance at the masterpiece, she waved over a maid hovering near the entrance. The young woman hurried forward, taking the heavy frame with trembling hands, clearly bewildered by the sudden responsibility.
"Ma'am… where should I hang it?" the maid asked timidly.
Navya gestured casually toward the far corner of the foyer, right beside the staff entrance. "Take it over there. Leave it on the floor, next to the workers' shoes."
The maid froze, her eyes widening in pure terror. "Near… near the shoes, ma'am?"
"Did I stutter?" Navya's voice cut through the air like ice. "Put it right beside the dust and the boots. That is its new home."
Nico gasped, losing his professional composure entirely. "Ma'am, wait please!"
Even Kairav's mask slipped, genuine shock cracking his calm facade. "Mother… are you serious?"
Navya looked back at them, her posture impeccably regal, unbothered by their panic. "I meant every word."
"Ma'am, that piece is worth a hundred and five crore!" Nico pleaded, staring at the priceless artwork as if it were about to be shattered before his eyes. "It's a masterwork!"
She met his frantic gaze with chilling serenity. "Exactly. That is the entire point."
She took a deliberate step forward, her voice dropping to a low, commanding cadence. "People look at a price tag and foolishly mistake it for true power. They think money grants them respect. But the moment someone dares to cross me, their pride, their labor, and their fortune become utterly worthless in my eyes."
Her gaze lingered on the canvas one last time, filled with quiet disgust. "A hundred and five crore belongs in the dirt if it came from the hands of my enemy."
A suffocating silence blanketed the courtyard. Neither the guards nor Nico dared to utter a single syllable.
Navya smoothed the front of her dress, her demeanor shifting instantly back to cold business. "That's enough theatricals out here."
She turned on her heel, heading toward the main doors. "Inside. Both of you."
Pausing at the threshold, she cast a piercing look over her shoulder at Nico. "I want an account of every single second spent at that gallery. What was said, what was done, and how my son ended up in the middle of it. Do not leave out a single detail."
Nico bowed his head deeply. "Yes, ma'am. Right away."
As Kairav followed with wheelchair silently behind her, his thoughts churning beneath a guarded expression.
Meanwhile, Artoris Art Gallery- Main Room
Inside the main room of Artoris Art Gallery, Rati lay asleep on the bed.
The room was unusually quiet.
Siddharth sat on a chair beside her bed, his attention fixed on Rati. He barely moved, as though he was waiting for any change in her condition.
Outside the room, several members of the staff stood silently, waiting for further instructions. No one dared to disturb the silence unless it was absolutely necessary.
A few moments later, the sound of approaching footsteps came from the corridor.
Chief Cook Vikas appeared, carrying a tray with a bowl of warm tomato soup and a small plate of salad.
Beside him walked one of his junior cooks.
They reached the door.
But suddenly, Vikas stopped.
The junior cook took two more steps before realizing that Vikas was no longer beside him.
He turned around.
"Vikas sir? What happened?"
Vikas stared nervously at the closed door.
"Nothing…"
The junior cook looked at the tray in his hands.
"Then why did you stop? Let's go inside."
Vikas lowered his voice.
"I… I'm honestly scared just standing this close to this room."
The junior cook raised an eyebrow.
"Scared?"
Vikas gave him a nervous look.
"You know what has happened here until now, don't you? One thing after another keeps happening. And with everything going on…"
He glanced toward the door again.
"I really don't feel confident about facing Siddharth sir. What if he asks me something?"
The junior cook sighed.
"I understand, sir. But if we keep standing here, we're only wasting time."
Vikas looked at him.
The junior cook continued with a small, encouraging smile.
"Besides, whether it's today or tomorrow, eventually you'll have to face him personally. So why not do it now?"
Vikas remained silent.
"You always tell us to be confident," the junior cook added. "But right now, you're the one who needs confidence."
Vikas looked at him in disbelief.
The junior cook smiled.
"Sir, all of us cooks know how terrifying you can become when it comes to food."
Vikas finally gave him a confused look.
"What do you mean?"
"You rule our hearts through fear," the junior cook said jokingly. "One mistake with the food and suddenly the entire kitchen knows how dangerous Chief Cook Vikas can be."
Vikas couldn't help but let out a small laugh.
"You idiot…"
The junior cook grinned.
"But it works, doesn't it?"
Vikas took a deep breath and straightened his posture.
"All right."
He looked toward the door.
"Let's face him together."
The junior cook nodded.
"That's better."
Vikas knocked gently on the door. A calm voice came from inside.
"Yes. Come in." He carefully opened the door.
He and the junior cook stepped inside.
Siddharth was still sitting beside Rati's bed. He looked toward the door and noticed the two cooks standing there with the food.
Vikas immediately lowered his head respectfully.
"Sir…"
Siddharth looked at the tray.
"What is it?"
Vikas quickly stepped forward.
"Sir, I'm sorry for disturbing you. I know Ma'am's condition isn't good, but I still came with something for her."
He carefully placed the tray nearby.
"It's tomato soup and a little salad."
He paused.
"Rati Ma'am's favorite."
Siddharth's expression softened slightly as he looked at the food.
Vikas swallowed nervously.
"And… I also wanted to apologize."
Siddharth looked at him.
"Apologize?"
Vikas nodded. "Yes, sir."
Siddharth's voice remained calm.
"Sorry for what?"
Before Vikas could answer, the junior cook suddenly spoke.
"Because of the fake waitress ananya, sir."
Vikas's eyes widened.
He immediately turned toward the junior cook and gave him a sharp signal to stop talking.
The junior cook instantly realized his mistake and fell silent.
Vikas took a breath.
"Sir… what he means is…"
He hesitated before continuing.
"It was my responsibility to make sure that everyone entering the kitchen and serving Ma'am was properly checked."
He lowered his head.
"I should have verified whether she was really a waitress or not. I failed to do that."
Siddharth remained silent for a few seconds.
Vikas's hands tightened nervously.
Then Siddharth finally spoke. "All right."
Vikas slowly raised his head.
"But you don't need to apologize for something that wasn't entirely your fault."
Vikas looked surprised.
Siddharth continued, his voice calm but serious. "If we look at the situation honestly, the real problem wasn't you or the kitchen staff."
He glanced toward the closed door.
"We didn't give enough importance to security."
The room became silent.
"If she had been properly identified and stopped at the main entrance, none of this would have happened."
Vikas listened carefully.
Siddharth leaned back slightly in his chair.
"So don't carry the entire blame on your shoulders."
Vikas looked relieved, but still ashamed.
"Yes, sir. I understand."
Siddharth glanced once more at the tomato soup. "And thank you for bringing this."
Vikas nodded. "Yes, sir."
Siddharth looked toward Rati, who was still sleeping peacefully.
Then he turned toward Vikas. "Call someone from outside."
Before Vikas could respond, the junior cook quietly stepped forward.
"Sir, I'll do it."
He turned around and walked toward the door. A few seconds later, he called one of the female staff members into the room.
She entered and respectfully stood before Siddharth.
"You called for me, sir?"
He replied "Yes. What happened to the auction payments?"
The staff member answered carefully.
"Sir, a few of the buyers have already cleared their payments. The remaining payments are expected to be cleared by the end of today."
She paused.
"And, sir… the payment for that painting has also been completely cleared."
Siddharth's expression remained calm.
"All right."
The staff member waited for further instructions.
Siddharth then looked toward her.
"Bring the hiking equipment."
She nodded."Yes, sir."
"And bring warm woolen clothes for both of us."
The staff member looked slightly surprised but quickly nodded. "Yes, sir."
She left the room.
Chief cook Vikas stood there silently.
Hiking equipment? He glanced at Siddharth with confusion.
Why would Sir suddenly want hiking equipment?
Siddharth stood up from his chair.
He walked toward a large cupboard positioned against the wall.
As, Vikas watched him carefully.
He opened the cupboard and moved aside a few items inside.
Behind them was a hidden compartment.
His fingers pressed against a concealed mechanism.
Click.
A small section of the cupboard shifted open.
Inside were two tiny bags, each roughly the size of a man's hand.
Siddharth took both bags out.
At that moment, the staff member returned carrying the hiking equipment and warm woolen clothes.
She placed everything nearby.
Siddharth immediately gave her an instruction.
"Help Rati put on the warm clothes. Make sure she's comfortable."
"okey , sir."
The staff member carefully approached Rati.
Meanwhile, Siddharth began preparing himself.
Vikas watched the two mysterious bags in Siddharth's hands.
There was something about them that made him uneasy.
Siddharth turned toward him.
"Vikas."
"Yes, sir do you need any thing?"
"Take this."
He handed one of the small bags to Vikas.
Vikas accepted it cautiously.
He opened the bag.
His expression immediately changed.
"Sand?"
He looked inside again, confused.
"Sir… why is there sand in this bag?"
Siddharth smiled. "That isn't ordinary sand."
Vikas looked at him."Then what is it?"
Siddharth's smile became slightly mysterious.
"If I say my bag , You could call it teleportation sand."
Vikas stared at him.
"Teleportation… sand?"
Siddharth nodded. "It can be used to teleport someone to another place."
Vikas's eyes widened.
"Then… where does it take us?"
He opened the bag. "The destination is fixed. That's is the problem of this sand which is in my hand "
Vikas looked even more confused.
"A fixed location?"
"Yes."
Siddharth looked at him calmly.
"And if I say sand bag which is in your hand is work totally different of my and as I remember rati said to me that sand is illegal to have it now a days , I'm sure you can figure out , what is of sand that is."
Vikas remained silent, trying to understand what Siddharth meant.
He then gave him another instruction.
"Do one thing for me."
"Yes, sir." replied by vikas.
He said "Go to the backyard of the building with a few staff members."
Vikas nodded.
"And take all the money from the payment for that painting."
Vikas hesitated "Sir… the entire amount?"
He replied "All of it."
Vikas nodded slowly.
"But what should I do with it?"
Siddharth looked at the small bag of sand in Vikas's hand.
"Take some of the sand from the bag…"
He paused. "…and scatter it over the money."
Vikas stared at him. "Scatter the sand over the money?"replied by Siddharth
"Yes."
"But why, sir?"
Siddharth gave him a faint smile.
"You'll understand at that time."
Vikas was still confused, but he nodded.
"All right, sir."
Meanwhile, the staff member finished helping Rati into her warm clothes.
Siddharth walked toward her.
He gently lifted Rati into his arms.
Vikas watched in silence.
Siddharth then took out a small amount of the sand from the bag.
He slowly let it fall from his fingers onto the ground. The moment the sand touched the floor, a faint circle of light appeared beneath Siddharth and Rati.
The air around them suddenly began to tremble.
A powerful pressure spread through the room.
He instinctively stepped backward.
"What…?"
The glowing circle expanded. Light surrounded Siddharth and Rati.
Their figures began to fade and disappear into air .
Vikas stood frozen, unable to believe what he was seeing. "S-Sir…!"
He slowly looked down at the small bag of mysterious sand in his hand.
Still trying to process what he had witnessed, as he thinks in his mind I need to do what sir siddharth told me. He gathered a few staff members and headed toward the backyard of gallery building.
"Listen carefully," he instructed one of the male staff members. "Keep on the ground only the money received for that painting here. Don't mix it with any other payment."
"Yes, chief cook," the staff member replied.
The workers carefully brought the money to the backyard.
After several minutes, everything was ready.
The entire payment for the painting ₹105 crore was placed carefully on the ground.
Vikas stood a few steps away, staring at the enormous amount of money.
"That's the full amount," one of the staff members confirmed.
Vikas nodded.
"All right. Everyone, stay back."
He opened the small bag Siddharth had given him.
Taking only a small pinch of the sand, Vikas held it between his fingers.
He remembered Siddharth's instructions.
Scatter the sand over the money.
Vikas slowly sprinkled it across the pile of cash.
For a moment, nothing happened.
Then....
WHOOSH !
A sudden flame erupted from the money.
Vikas jumped backward in shock.
"What the....?!"
The small amount of sand instantly burst into a strange, intense flame that spread across the money note.
"Fire! Fire!"
Several staff members immediately rushed forward.
"Bring water!"
"Quickly!"
A few workers grabbed buckets of water and poured them over the flames.
SPLASH!
But the fire continued to burn.
Vikas stared at it in disbelief."What is happening?"
Another staff member shouted,
"Sir, the water isn't putting it out!"
Vikas's eyes widened.
He took another step backward.
This isn't ordinary fire either…
The flames continued dancing over the ₹105 crore payment.
Vikas tightly gripped the empty sandbag.
"Siddharth sir…"
His voice was filled with confusion and fear.
"What exactly did you give me? If you want money you can simply change a chance to take this money I will with happily. But your real intention is burn this money.
At other place of the world around Siddharth changed in an instant. the two of them appeared on a remote, snow-covered mountain in the Himalayas.
Cold wind swept across the rocky landscape, carrying fine snow through the air. The sky was pale and overcast, and the surrounding peaks disappeared into the mist.
He looked around carefully. Then he glanced toward the edge of the mountain.
Far below was a vast, seemingly endless abyss. He turned his attention back to Rati, who was still unconscious in his arms.
"Rati…"
He gently shook her shoulder.
" wake up." Her fingers moved slightly.
After a few moments, her eyes slowly opened.
"Where… I'm ?"
Her voice was weak and confused.
Siddharth helped her sit up.
"Take it easy. You're safe."
But the moment Rati became fully conscious, something changed.
Her breathing became rapid.
Her eyes widened.
The familiar panic returned.
"No! Stay away from me!"
She suddenly became agitated, trying to push Siddharth away.
" look at me."
She didn't listen. "Get away from me! Wh... where is my painting."
He remained calm despite her violent reaction. " Look at me."
She continued struggling.
Siddharth took a deep breath.
"I'm going to do something you probably won't like."
Here, Rati glared at him.
"What are you going to do?"
Siddharth looked directly into her eyes.
"You told me yourself that if your condition ever became this bad, I should try to shock you back to reality."
Rati's expression changed slightly.
"Wait… what are you try to say. Get away from me."
Siddharth moved carefully, securing the safety rope around her.
"Trust me."
Rati's eyes widened."Siddharth, what are you."
Before she could finish, Siddharth moved her away from the edge and lowered her a short distance down the secured slope, keeping firm control of the rope.
The sudden drop made Rati freeze.
Her entire body tensed.She looked down.
The vast abyss beneath her made her breath catch.
"Ah...!"
For several moments, all she could hear was the howling wind.
Her panic reached its peak.
Then something unexpected happened.
Her breathing gradually slowed.
The violent expression in her eyes began to fade.
The overwhelming panic that had consumed her moments earlier started giving way to awareness.
Siddharth watched her carefully from above. She looked up at him.
"are you okay now."
Her eyes slowly focused on him.
"That's it," Siddharth said quietly. "Stay with me."
A few moments passed.
Rati's breathing became steadier.
Her hands stopped trembling.
The fear was still there, but her mind was no longer completely overwhelmed by it.
Siddharth waited until he was certain she had regained control.
Then he carefully pulled her back toward him.
After several minutes, Rati was safely beside him again. She sat on the snow, breathing heavily.
Siddharth crouched beside her. "Are you back with me now?"
Rati didn't answer immediately.She simply stared at him. Then she looked toward the abyss. "You actually did that…"
Siddharth gave her a serious look.
"You told me to." Rati slowly lowered her eyes.
The cold wind continued to sweep across the mountain.
.............
Lyzeica Pharmaceutical Corporation Limited Block D, Production Area
On the other side of the city, Javed arrived at Block D of Lyzeica Pharmaceutical Corporation Limited.
He walked through the production area toward the main office, his phone in one hand.
The entire facility was busy.
Employees moved between different sections of the building, carrying documents, equipment, and sealed containers. Everyone wore the company's proper pharmaceutical uniforms, and the atmosphere was highly organized despite the constant movement.
As Javed approached the main office, his phone suddenly rang. He glanced at the screen and immediately answered with a smile.
"Hello, sir."A familiar voice came from the other end."i just arrived at the office"
"Good. By the way, what happened there?" said by person from other side.
Javed's smile faded slightly."What do you mean, sir?"
He replied "I heard some rumors about an incident at the art gallery. What exactly happened?"
Javed lowered his voice as he continued walking. "Oh, that…"
He gave a quickly answer.
"Sir, you won't believe what happened."
Person from other side replied "Go on."
Javed said "A man named Nico, who works for Navya, went to the auction and won the painting. But when he tried to take it, the gallery staff refused to hand it over."
The voice on the other end became more attentive."Why?"
"I don't know the exact reason but as I get to know mis rati don't want to sell that painting," Javed replied. "But then something unexpected happened."
He paused before continuing.
"Navya's own son suddenly appeared at the gallery on that moment."
Person from other side give a smile then said "Her son?"
"Yes, sir. His name was Kairav… or Kai, something like that. But what happened next…" Javad hesitated, his expression darkening. "Even Siddharth couldn't handle it."
The man on the phone became curious.
"All right. What happened next ?"
Javed's expression turned serious.
"Yash sir … you won't believe this."
Yash said "What?"
Here Javad replied "He has our secret document." There was a brief silence on the phone. Yash said with mix reaction "Wh..What?"
"Our document," Javed repeated. "It's in his hands inside of the tablet were a dozens of documents report , transaction report ."
Yash's voice became sharper.
"How did he get it? Are you absolutely certain you saw it correctly?"
He smiled confidently."Completely certain."
Yash said "How?"
He replied "You know about my abilities."
Javad continued by walking toward the office. "My telescopic vision and enhanced hearing allowed me to see the writing on the document and hear almost every word of their conversation."
Yash fell silent for a moment.
"Oh, yes… your skill," he murmured with a faint smile. But the smile quickly disappeared as his voice turned sharp.
"Then tell me how did our document get leaked?"
Here javed's expression grew serious.
"That's exactly what I'm trying to figure out."
Then Yash said "You know this secret business is being carried out right under my grandfather's nose."
He continued saying. "If my grandfather finds out about it…"
He paused."How am I supposed to explain everything to him?"
Javed immediately reassured him.
"Don't worry, sir. I've already thought of something."
He said "What?" Then javad replied "That's why I invited a guest for a meeting and lunch."
Yash sounded curious "A guest?"
Then javad said "Yes."
He smiled by saying "At the auction, I saw someone I recognized a person his name is Luv."
Here Yash said "Luv? How is he "
Then javad replied " He's an ethical hacker and a genius. He worked for this company before, which is why I remembered him."
Hisvoice became more confident.
"I thought, why not bring him back? We could offer him a position in cybersecurity."
Then Yash understood immediately.
"And if he works for us…"
Here Javad replied "We can use his skills to track down whoever leaked our secret documents."
There was a short silence.
Then Yash replied,"Okey ...Good idea."
Javed smiled.
He said "But are you sure he'll accept the job?"
Then javad replied "Oh, yes. I'm almost certain."
Here Yash said "How can you be so confident?"
Javed chuckled. "Because, from what I observed, he doesn't even own a bicycle , bike or car."
Yash laughed quietly."I see."
Then javad said "I don't think his financial situation is very good," Javed continued. "And one of my informants also told me that a few police officers are currently investigating about him."
"That makes things even easier, Do whatever you can do" Yash replied.
As Javed entered the main office . Then he noticed something unusual
A box was kept on a table.
And he also immediately noticed the change in his voice on phone call.
Here Javad replied "What happened?"
"Are you going somewhere, sir? You don't sound as serious as you usually do."
Yash gave a quiet laugh.
"Oh, Javed… I am driving a car now."
He paused "Today, I'm finally going after the thing I've wanted for a long time."
As Javed raised an eyebrow.
"What thing?"
Before Yash could answer, Javed walked closer to the box.
Then he smiled "Well sir, whatever you're planning, you've got some type of gift from someone ."
Then Yash said "What do you mean?"
Here Javad replied "A gift arrived for you."
He examined the box "Someone sent this with your name."
He opened it slightly and looked inside.
His eyes widened."There's a ring inside."
Yash remained silent.
Here Javad replied "What is this supposed to mean? Are you finally thinking about getting engaged?"
He looked more carefully "Wait…"
His expression changed."There are three rings."
Yash's voice became calm.
"Oh that , Dava sent that."
Javed looked confused.
"Why would Dava send you three rings?"
"Because I helped him."
Yash's voice carried a hint of pride.
"I sent him the two boys' pictures he needed when he was searching for information about the Golden Curse Coin."
Javed listened carefully "And in return?"
"He sent me one of the boxes."
Javed looked down at the three rings.
"One of the boxes?"
"Yes."Yash continued,"Dava told me that someone had created two sets of these rings for him."
Here's Javed stared at box ring.
"And these aren't ordinary rings."said by Yash's and after that his voice became darker. "They are a real weapon."
Javed's expression became serious.
"Ooo.. by the way , What are they called?"
Yash answered slowly " The Tethered Trinity ."
Here Javed looked at the three rings again.
"So that's why there are three…"
Yash paused for second then he said
"But there's something they don't know.
I have my own ability."
His voice carried a quiet confidence.
"Because of that, I don't actually need these rings."
Javed looked at the box with renewed curiosity "Then why keep them?"
Yash smiled "Because even if I don't need the weapon…"
He paused "…there's no reason to throw away something this unique and powerful."
....
Meanwhile, Madhav's Room at morning time. The morning was unusually quiet.
Madhav had just finished taking a bath when Mohit entered his room.
The moment Mohit stepped inside, he noticed Madhav coming out of the bathroom, still drying his hair.
Mohit looked at him suspiciously.
"Where have you been for the last two days? You haven't even come to college."
Madhav casually picked up his clothes.
"I've been busy." Mohit sniffed the air.
Then his expression suddenly changed.
"Wait…"
He looked around the room.
"Why does it smell so strange in here?"
Madhav froze for a second. Mohit wrinkled his nose. "It smells like… cow dung."
Madhav gave him an awkward look.
"Don't worry about it. I'm busy with something. You sit down. I'll get properly dressed and come."
Mohit shrugged."Fine."
He sat down on the edge of the bed while Madhav went to get dressed.
As he waited, his eyes wandered around the room. Then he noticed something lying on the table. A ring.
He picked it up."Hey…" He examined it curiously. "This is the ring you used before, right? But you said that time ring can be used for one time teleport only "
Madhav want to say something but he immediately turned around.
"Mohit, don't ."
He eyes widened. "Wait! Don't wear."
WHOOSH!
Before Madhav could finish his sentence, Mohit's body suddenly vanished from the bed.
The room fell silent. His face turned pale.
"Mohit! "
At that exact moment, Meera happened to be standing near the doorway.
She had witnessed everything. Her eyes widened. "What just happened?"
Madhav quickly rushed toward the table.
"I told him not to wear that ring!"
Meera stared at the empty spot where Mohit had been sitting. "He… disappeared?"
Madhav nodded helplessly. "Yes."
She looked at Madhav. Then she noticed something else.
Madhav was still standing there wrapped only in a towel. She immediately turned her face away. "First, put some clothes on!"
Madhav looked down at himself.
He sighed "Right…"
He grabbed his clothes in frustration.
Meera turned back toward him. "Where did Mohit go?"