It was evening time, Sarvagya and Tripti were by the pool side. While Tripti was playing with water, Sarvagya was admiring her with so much love. All of a sudden, Tripti stiffened.
"Sarvagya!" she hissed, gripping his wrist.
Sarvagya followed her gaze. Just beyond the tree line, a shadow shifted—a figure crouched low, camera in hand. The glint of the lens catching the ambient light sent a surge of fury through him.
Without a word, Sarvagya broke into a run. The man, realizing he'd been spotted, cursed under his breath and turned to flee. He dashed into the dense foliage, but Sarvagya was right behind him, his pulse pounding in his ears.
He leapt over a low stone wall, dodging past the thick undergrowth. His feet barely touched the ground as he closed the gap between them. The man stumbled, his grip on the camera faltering, but before Sarvagya could grab him, he bolted down a narrow path, vanishing into the night.