The agent rumble

"Wow, what a beautiful day... and a beautiful song," Suryansh muttered in his sleep.

Thud!

Something landed on him with a force that made him jolt awake. A piercing voice followed, and he gasped, sitting up in bed.

"What happened?" he blurted.

His middle sister stood over him, arms crossed, glaring. The phone she had just thrown at him lay cracked on the bed.

"Why do you always set fifteen alarms when you never wake up?" she snapped, her voice splitting his ears.

Who the hell yells like that... and still gets late for work?

She kept ranting in the background, but his attention shifted. The sunlight spilling into his room seemed darker.... more contrasted than usual. And the crack on his phone… it wasn't there before.

Wow... If I say anything now, she'll just get more pissed off. Better stay silent.

"Why are you so quiet?!" she snapped.

"Don't ever set an alarm again, or I'm throwing your phone away! Listen, you idiot!"

Should I say something? Nah... I have better things to do. But she always does this. I Shouldn't let it slide again? But she's my sister...

"I'll also tell his Mom that if he wants to live here, he has to live by my rules," she hissed.

That was it. Suryansh lost his patience.

"Don't lecture me. You know I can shut your mouth whenever I want, but I respect you because you don't."

"Say that again, and I'll slap you," she hissed.

"Try it. Slap, slap, slap! You just run your mouth without using your brain. You INTPs are just idiots—your MBTI type, bro, f*** off!" he shrieked.

She stormed off, calling their older sister.

"See? Either he stays here, or I do!"

Their eldest groaned, rubbing her temples.

"Why are you both always fighting? Can't you just compromise?"

"Compromise? I always do, but she never does," Suryansh blurted, anger flaring in his voice. He could control it, but this time, he chose not to.

"So just leave, or I will," she said calmly.

Suryansh smirked. "No need. I'm not coming back today. Enjoy your room."

He threw the blanket aside and got up, heading straight to the bathroom. By the time he was ready, his sister had already left for work.

When the place got calm!!

His older sister watched him with a knowing look. "Why are you so angry? Don't take her seriously."

"She was right," he replied with a smile, though it didn't reach his eyes. "I was weak...wasting time on my phone while reality was ready to hit me. I disrespected reality, so it disrespected me. Now, I have to choose myself."

"Where will you go? Do you even have money?" she asked, already knowing he was bluffing. "At least eat something... it'll help."

"No," he muttered and strode toward the door.

Through the traffic and busy roads..

At noon, he reached Mira's room. The moment she opened the door, he walked in and sat on the bed, propping his hands behind him as he finally took a deep breath.

"How are you?" she asked softly, settling at the corner of the bed, leaning against the headboard.

"Not fine," he said with a small, tranquil smile.

"You were panting when you came," she chuckled. "Tell me what happened. You looked angry too."

"Just a fight with my family," he said, glancing around the room. "Anyway, have you eaten?"

"Not yet," she admitted. "But tell me more." She stretched her legs on the bed, her voice quieter now.

"Just an argument about my mistakes. She was right… I'm an idiot," he sighed. "Forget it. Why haven't you eaten?"

"I was waiting for you," she blurted.

He narrowed his eyes, surprised, before his expression softened. His anger melted into warmth.

He laughed softly. "Should I get chai for you?"

"Of course," she replied.

Suryansh ordered tea and some breakfast, paying for it without hesitation.. he didn't want her to feel uncomfortable.

"So, are you coming with me today?" he asked, sipping the warm tea.

"Oh yeah… can you help me buy some clothes?" she requested.

"Let's go, then," he replied instantly. He was lazy with most people, but with a few special ones, he felt like an energetic extrovert.

Before coaching, they went shopping. He bought a black bag for her and he had red for him. Suryansh failed miserably at bargaining, but she stepped in and saved his dignity. They arrived at coaching a little late and studied quietly until 6 p.m., when most students had already left.

As they walked toward her room, he asked with a hesitation, "I want to ask you something."

"Yeah?" she replied curiously...

"What kind of bodyguards do you have? Black suits or casual?" he asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

"Black suits, mostly. But they wear casual clothes whenever I'm in public," she replied.

"And how do they usually act?" He slid his hands into his pockets.

"They're always stoic… except one," she giggled.

The wind grew colder, howling through the empty road, making her hair whip wildly around her face, as she watched suryansh face in details.

Just then, a deep black car sped toward them, slicing through the air before stopping with a sharp

whoosh...shh!!

A man in a black suit stepped out. He had a stocky build around the waist but stood at least five-ten feet tall. His black sunglasses and neatly pressed white shirt with a black tie gave him a professional yet imposing presence.

"Ma'am, we've been sent by your father to escort you safely," the man announced.

Mira glanced at Suryansh with a soft look.

He suddenly felt his own insignificance in front of her...his face drained of color. Maybe that was why she was looking at him like that.

"But how do we know her father really sent you?" Suryansh asked, forcing his voice to sound confident.

"Yeah, what proof do you have?" Mira rasped in broken tone .

The man retrieved a tablet from the car and played a recorded message. Mira turned toward Suryansh, her expression unreadable.

What is this…? Suryansh inhaled sharply, time seeming to slow around him. The recording felt off...unnatural. Or was he just overthinking?

"Can you call her dad?" he asked.

"No, he might be busy right now," the agent said, deliberately avoiding eye contact with Suryansh.

The night had already fallen!!

"No. If my father sent you, he will answer. I don't know how he could even sleep without talking to me," Mira said firmly.

The agent hesitated before finally dialing. At first, there was no ringtone, then the call connected.

"Hello, Father," she said, her voice trembling as tears welled in her eyes.

"Yeah, darling… how are you?" came a warm, optimistic voice from the other end.

"I'm coming," she blurted.

The agent ended the call before anything more could be said. Suryansh stood there, lifeless.

The voice on the phone…

"Hey," she whispered, grabbing his hands.

"Thank you…" Her tears fell onto his skin, warm and real.

But he remained frozen. The wind howled around him.

Then, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "Can you… can you just take me home?"

"What's wrong?" she asked, confused, placing a hand on his forehead. It was ice cold. "Okay…"

"No, she can't," the agent interrupted, his voice hard.

Suryansh felt his powerlessness again.

"Who the hell are you to decide?" Mira snapped. "He took care of me. Understand?"

With that, she pulled Suryansh into the car, making him sit beside her. The agent sat on the window side, clearly displeased.

As the car started moving, Suryansh leaned forward, his legs and hands shifting restlessly. His mind was still calculating, trying to make sense of everything.

"What happened to you?" she asked casually. The low hum of the car filled the silence.

"Not… nothing," he replied quietly. "Don't talk to me. Don't ask me anything."

"Why?" she pressed.

"Shhh!"

His eyes widened. In the front seat sat the yellow-haired agent...the same one he had slammed into yesterday.

Suryansh stiffened, sitting completely still, like life had drained out of him. The car whooshed past vehicles, overtaking them effortlessly. But something was wrong.

He narrowed his eyes. These routes… they aren't leading home.

His heart pounded. "Are you taking me home?" he asked.

"Oh, don't worry," the man replied, far too calm.

Suryansh's legs trembled.

No way… is this the end? Am I right? Should I do it?

His sharp eyes scanned everything, mentally mapping the car's interior in three dimensions. He spotted a bulge at the agent's hip...he had adjusted it three times already.

A gun....

Suryansh pulled out his phone, checked his notifications...stay calm...then slid it back into his pocket.

He gripped the door handle.

Locked. Child lock. Shit....

The driver was taking them somewhere isolated. The agent beside him had noticed his unease.

Suryansh sighed, pretending to relax, but his eyes stayed sharp. Then...he saw it. The agent's hand moved toward his hip.

Gun!!!

Suryansh bolted...lunging forward and grabbing the steering wheel. The car swerved wildly. Tires screeched. The vehicle flipped. Metal groaned as they crashed, tumbling for what felt like an eternity..

Before the agent could react, Suryansh drove his knee into the man's face, shattering his sunglasses.

The world spun, then finally....stillness...

His heart pounded. His hands ached from holding on Mira. Mira was alive, only shaken.

The driver was dead his neck broken, eyes open, tongue hanging out. The yellow-haired agent lay unconscious, bleeding heavily.

Suryansh shook off the pain.

Stay conscious..... Stay alive... He affirmed

He fumbled for the weapons, tossing the agent's gun far away before changing somthing...then unlatched the child lock.

"Come on," he breathed, helping Mira out. She wasn't injured but struggled to walk. The black car lay flipped, wrecked beyond repair.

"You okay?" he asked, exhaling sharply.

"Why did you do that?" she gasped.

"Don't ask. Just move...we need to reach the road." His breath came in short bursts.

Click...!!

The sound made his blood run cold. The injured agent was crawling out, dragging himself forward. His hand..gripping a gun.

"Listen," Suryansh said quickly, voice sharp. "If I die, there's no one to save you. I die, you die."

She nodded, eyes wide.

He inhaled deeply. "Understand my eyes...I'm going to fight him."

"What?!" she shouted in shock.

Suryansh flattened his lips. "I know what you're thinking." His voice turned sarcastic. "I just know a few martial arts moves, okay?"

"How many?" she asked curiously.

"Just a jab and a punch."

"Are you an idiot?" she nearly cried.

He leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Okay… I'm going."

The agent rolled up his sleeves as Suryansh smirked, slipping off his jacket and placing it on Mira's shoulders. They both walked forward, each carrying their own kind of confidence and aura.

A moment later, Suryansh returned, looking pale.

"What happened?" Mira asked.

He pointed at the agent with a horrified expression. "He's a monster with a big belly...he's pregnant! There's no way I can fight a pregnant lady!"

Mira muttered in frustration.

Before he could turn, the agent grabbed him by the neck.

His eyes widened. "Run..."

Too late...

The agent lifted him effortlessly and slammed him into the ground with a sickening thud. The earth trembled.

Suryansh gasped for air, but the agent wasn't done. He grabbed his leg and forced his back into the dirt.

Mira's hands shot to her mouth. Tears welled in her eyes.

The agent stepped over Suryansh like he was nothing and strode toward Mira. She clutched his jacket tighter.

As he reached near Mira..

Thud!!!!

A shockwave rippled through the air.

The agent staggered..his face contorted in pain. In an instant, silence rang in his ears.

As Suryansh stood behind him, breathing hard, holding a construction brick. he had picked up from the wreck. His movements had been too fast, too precise—the agent hadn't even noticed.

The agent spat blood, rage twisting his face. With a roar, he charged at Suryansh.

Slam!!!

Suryansh was thrown down again.

A brutal kick struck his stomach..

Suryansh fell onto the ground, his body screaming in agony.

"Aghhh—!" He gasped, curling slightly as pain shot through his ribs.

Another brutal kick landed. "Hnghh—!" He bit down, trying to suppress the cry, but the force knocked the wind out of him.

"Khh-ahhh!" He groaned, clutching his stomach, his vision blurring.

Damn it… No… Not like this.

Breathing heavily, he twisted midair on the next strike, rolling away just in time. His body trembled, but he forced himself up, wiping blood from his lips.

His eyes locked onto the agent.