Chapter 15: The countdown to war

The mansion was unusually quiet that evening, a stark contrast to the tension bubbling beneath the surface. The team had retreated to their respective quarters, preparing themselves mentally and physically for what was to come. Aarohi remained in the war room, the dim light casting long shadows over the table covered in maps, schematics, and photos. Each document represented months of hard work and careful planning. But tonight, every detail had to be flawless.

She reviewed the plan for what felt like the hundredth time, her mind running through every possible scenario. Greco was cunning, ruthless, and unpredictable. Every move had to be perfect. One mistake could cost them everything.

The soft creak of the door broke her focus. Ivan entered, carrying two steaming mugs of coffee. He placed one in front of Aarohi, his presence grounding her. "You’re pushing yourself too hard," he said, breaking the silence with a tone that was both teasing and filled with concern.