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Chapter 87 - Right person,wrong time...

The night had turned colder than usual.

The streets were empty now, and the flickering streetlight made the shadows look alive. Sia stood under one of them, arms crossed, as Parth stopped in front of her.

He didn't speak at first.

The silence between them stretched — the kind of silence that carried a thousand things unsaid.

Sia finally broke it with a smirk.

"You're staring again, Doctor Paranoid. What, did the beggar remind you of me?"

Parth's jaw tightened. "Don't joke right now, Sia."

"Oh, I'm not joking," she said, brushing dust from her jeans.

"You dragged me through an alley here, then made that weird face like you saw a ghost earlier. I deserve a little joke."

He stepped closer.

"Because I did see a ghost," he said quietly.

That made her blink.

"Excuse me?"

"Your eyes," he continued, "they reminded me of someone I—"He stopped.

The words stuck. "No, not reminded. They belonged to someone I knew. From another life."

For a moment, her expression softened — just slightly — then she looked away with a light laugh that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"You need sleep, Parth," she said, shaking her head. "Or maybe less caffeine. Another life? What are you now, a mystic?"

Parth sighed. "I'm serious, Sia. Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about."

"Maybe I really don't," she replied.

"Maybe I'm just a girl trying not to lose her sanity in the middle of the preparation of World War Three and human-eating beggars."

Her words were sharp, but her tone was almost too calm — like someone trying to hide behind logic.

Parth frowned. There was something off about her composure.

She wasn't mocking him to be cruel. She was doing it to protect something.

"You saw that man," he said quietly.

"You didn't even flinch. Not once."

Sia looked at him, her eyes briefly unreadable.

"Someone had to help the boy calm down," she said simply. "Would you rather I screamed?"

He opened his mouth to reply, but the words fell apart before reaching his tongue.She was impossible. Beautifully, frustratingly impossible.

The wind brushed past, carrying the faint scent of rain. For a brief second, the world felt suspended between two yugas.

Sia sighed and turned away

.

"Look, Parth," she said, softer now, "you're not wrong about one thing. Things are… not what they seem. But this isn't the time for riddles or memories."

She faced him again, her expression finally serious.

"The world's falling apart, people are losing their minds, and you want to talk about souls and eyes that belong to someone else."Her voice trembled, not from fear — but from restraint.

"If I start saying everything right now, you won't like what follows."

Parth stared at her. "What does that mean?"

She gave a small, sad smile.

"It means…" she whispered, "you're not ready yet."

Then she walked away — calm, graceful, her shadow stretching behind her under the streetlight like a ghost of something divine.

Parth didn't stop her. He just stood there, watching her disappear into the night — a thousand thoughts racing through his head, but only one truth echoing in his heart.

She knows.And she's waiting.

Author's Note:

Sometimes, gods hide behind sarcasm.Sometimes, destiny laughs in your face.

And sometimes, the girl you've been fighting with for months turns out to be the one who's been protecting you all along.

— Your author 💅

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