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Suryansh stood facing him. The agent's left side was torn and bloody, his skin raw. At this moment, Suryansh was silent...focused, angry.

He's strong, powerful… his punches could kill me. But can he match my speed? No. Most people can't.

If I can land a hit on his face, I have a chance. Anywhere else, and it's useless.

Suryansh bolted forward. The agent swung a massive hand, but Suryansh ducked, narrowly avoiding it. He drove a sharp uppercut to the agent's chin

But then...bam!

A brutal knee slammed into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Before he could recover—smash! A kick sent him flying.

Suryansh crashed to the ground, gasping. His body screamed in pain, his muscles refusing to move.

The agent towered over him.

"How pathetic you are..." He tightened his grip around Suryansh's ankle. A sharp pain shot up his leg. "You could've been a good fighter. But I'd rather break every bone in your body." He smirked. "You know how much I enjoy this?"

Suryansh's heart pounded. A sickening helplessness crept over him, his breath shaky, his chest tight.

He turned his head toward Mira. She was crying. His gaze flickered to the construction brick lying nearby.

The agent lifted his other hand, ready to snap his ankle...

"Hey…" Suryansh smirked through the pain. "Why are you so fat?"

The agent stopped. "What???"

"You think you're strong, but I can still beat you." He smiled faintly.

The agent chuckled darkly. "Oh, really?"

"You love killing people, right?" Suryansh asked, his breaths heavy.

"I love it."

"Why don't you think of them as humans? Don't you think they deserve to live?" His voice cut through the cold air.

"I get paid. I don't care. And I'll kill you too...maybe even cut you into pieces."

Suryansh clenched his teeth, his fingers digging into the dirt.

Then....whoosh!

The construction brick sliced through the air, smashing into the agent's face. He hissed in pain as mira saved him.

Suryansh twisted his fingers, snapping free. In an instant, he grabbed the brick, slammed it against the agent's face, and—

BAM! A punch.

BAM! Another.

He didn't stop. His fists smashed into the agent's face over and over.

Suryansh's breath came in ragged gasps as the agent grabbed his wrist, yanking him off the ground by his neck. His feet dangled.

"You bastard," the agent hissed, blood dripping from his wounds onto Suryansh's black-check shirt.

No… I can't do it... Break his finger… No… His mind screamed. I don't want to kill someone…hurt someone..

His heart pounded against his ribs. The agent's grip tightened.

Mira, watching in terror, tried to throw a stone, but the agent's deadly glare froze her in place.

No, I can't… I can't… I can't— he fight in with his morals thenn..

"Fuck off!"

With a sudden burst of rage, Suryansh grabbed the agent's finger and twisted it brutally. A sharp crack filled the air as the agent trembled in pain, his scream filled with fury.

But he wasn't done.

With feral strength, he grabbed Suryansh's legs and swung him like a ragdoll, smashing him into the ground—once, twice, thrice. The world blurred. Pain exploded in his skull.

Darkness swallowed him.

The agent tossed him near the car, panting.

"Fuck… kids… they did this to me," he snarled. Blood dripped from his temple.

"How the hell did I let this happen? It's been thirty minutes, motherfucker! I should kill them both right now..."

He stood firm, breathing steadily. His white shirt was stained with blood, his face marked with battle, yet he wanted rest.

His breath hitched... shallow, uneven. A slow inhale, then a trembling exhale. The environment got calm...

Then....click...!!

The sound came from behind him.

"Oye."

The agent turned.

Suryansh stood there, blood trailing from his lips, wiping it off with a trembling hand.

The agent blinked. "A gun? Wow. That's mine, idiot." He let out a short laugh. "Have you ever even used one? And guess what? No bullets." voices echoed in open air.

Suryansh smirked.

"You know what?" He yelled, voice cracking, "I'm a writer. I kill people in my imagination."

He pulled the trigger. Click. A miss.

The agent laughed. "That was your aim?"

"No. Just checking."

Bang..!!

The bullet sliced through the agent's knee. He collapsed, a sharp, guttural scream ripping from his throat.

Another shot. His shoulder.

Then....crack. The bullet tore through his ankle, a hollow -- thud!! following as he crumpled fully. His hands trembled, his vision blurring with pain.

Suryansh slowly walked up to him.

"How does it feel to be killed?" he murmured.

"Stop…" the agent whispered, writhing in agony.

Suryansh took a step back… Bang! Another shot to the thigh. The agent screamed painfully. His body jolted, a ragged exhale slipping from his lips as he shivered uncontrollably.

Suryansh exhaled, running a shaky hand through his hair.

"Fuck… what do I do now?" His voice was calm.

Then suddenly...he screamed, his voice echoing in the silence.

"I didn't want to hurt people, but now...God… FUCK! What do I do now?!" He laughed hysterically, gripping his hair.

Mira stared from a distance, frozen. The agent breathed weakly, watching him.

"You know…" Suryansh let out a dry chuckle. "I wanted to laugh like a maniac. I thought if I lost, I'd die a death of shame. But now…" His laughter grew, twisted, empty. "How can I laugh?"

He laughed at himself.

And the more he laughed, the more it consumed him.

"Why do I do this?" He sighed between fits of laughter.

The agent, despite the pain, smirked.

"You think you're smart? You think you did something by cheating?"

Suryansh frowned. "Cheating?"

"You stole the gun… and the bullets from every gun, right?"

Suryansh's mind raced. "I didn't steal… I just threw the gun and hid some bullets… Fuck… every… every.." At This Moment He Knew... He Fucked Up..

The agent grinned, blood dripping from his lips. Every???

Suryansh froze. No way... His mind went blank.

"You lost," the agent smirked.

A click.

The cold barrel of a gun pressed against the back of his head. A second agent... the yellow-haired one... stood behind him.

"Fuck..." Suryansh sighed.

How did I forget? I deserve this. What the hell is wrong with my instincts?

The environment grew eerily calm. The air felt heavy, pressing down on them like an unseen weight.

Mira's throat went dry. She tried to swallow, but the fear clung to her, making it impossible.

The fat agent smiled laying..

But still suryansh smirked. "No.. you won't be able to do that.."

Before the agent could pull the trigger...a car came roaring in, slamming into him.

Suryansh reacted instantly, grabbing the gun before it hit the ground.

"And now you."

He turned, firing—the bullet slammed into the fat agent's head.

Damn!!!

A familiar voice called out.

"Hey!"

Suryansh looked up.. it was the guy he had met yesterday.

Mira ran to him, wrapping her arms around him.

"Are you alright?" she whispered.

Suryansh stood still for a moment before placing a shaky hand on her back. "Yeah." He smiled weakly, his breath still uneven.

The guy approached, offering a fist bump. Suryansh returned it.

"Thanks for calling me," the guy said.

Suryansh finally remembered... he had taken the guy's number yesterday. While checking his notifications, he must have accidentally called him in the car.

"You're coming with me today," Mira told Suryansh.

"I have no choice, do I?" he sighed.

She smirked. "Your bones are insanely strong."

"Hey, I've fallen from a tree three times. Twice from my rooftop. So yeah, I've got experience." He chuckled.

As the guy led Mira into the car, Suryansh quickly snapped photos. They had nothing in their pockets—no ID, no phone, nothing except a single card. He picked it up, flipping it between his fingers.

Then they got into the guy's car. The guy drove smoothly, his yellow eyes glinting under the streetlights. His white shirt and Balck pant matched his sharp, handsome features and fair skin.

Suryansh studied him. Strong. Confident. Powerful. And me? Just some broke guy.

"Btw, who are you?" Suryansh asked. "If you don't mind."

The guy smiled. "Hey, aren't you supposed to introduce yourself first?"

"Oh, yeah, right..." Suryansh shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts. "I'm Suryansh Sharma… studying for a government job."

"Am I taking your interview?" the guy teased.

Mira laughed.

Suryansh felt embarrassed. His words came out shaky. "Nah… this is just…" He laughed awkwardly.

The guy leaned back. "What do you think of yourself? You fought well"

"Nothing," Suryansh muttered.

"Don't feel ashamed. I know what's going on in your head, dude." He chuckled. "You're wondering if you could ever be strong enough to beat me?"

OUCH!!!

"Will you ever be able to beat these guys again?"

"Of course!" Suryansh blurted. "They're fools. I'll break them again."

"Do you believe something in this world could help you?" the guy asked.

Suryansh thought for a moment. "I think so. Something like… my luck. It's always been good. I always get what I want. And my dreams? It is different from ordinary people."

The guy pulled out a black book and handed it to him.

"Read this."

Suryansh, usually eager for books, hesitated this time. Instead of opening it, he stuffed it into the black bag.

That night, as he lay awake, the weight of everything.... of the fight, of the fat agent's death.... settled heavily on him. But he ignored it.

Months later

Suryansh had finally got the apartment he wanted. He moved in alone, leaving his sisters behind.

Mira returned home... and was never seen again and Suryansh continued his coaching.

The alarm rang at 4 AM, but Suryansh was already awake, meditating on his bed. After finishing his session, he drank water and got ready for his run.

When he returned, he opened the fridge...everything was perfectly organized.

The top shelf was stacked with neatly cut fruits of every kind.The freezer was packed with ice creams. The microwave was preloaded with pizzas, ready to heat.

The kitchen was as meticulously arranged as his entire apartment. Despite his obsession with food, everything had its place.

At 9 AM, he sat down to write.

Three months had passed since that night.

It's November already…

At 2:30 PM, he left for coaching. Mira's father sent him ₹1,00,000 monthly, but he was already looking for other opportunities.

As he entered the class, his teacher smiled.

"Suryansh, you're looking different these days."

"Haha, thanks, ma'am," he replied.

"Is there something going on between you and Arachna Bisht?" she asked in a whisper.

Suryansh's smile widened. He hesitated before replying, "I don't know." Though she used to be his crush.. but now.

He took his seat beside Arachna, but she was quiet...ignoring him...

"What happened?" he asked. She didn't move.

His brow furrowed. "Did I do something wrong?" he asked, masking his amusement.

"No, you didn't," she finally said.

"Then?"

"Nothing."

She smiled.

His heart swelled. He had waited so long for this... to see her smile at him like that.

"Suryansh, what's the answer to this question?"

A voice came from behind. His eyes widened. It was Ananya, his classmate. She was different. Five years older. Yet, every time he faced her, he felt something. A pull. A different kind of energy. And judging by her gaze..she felt it too.

Suryansh shook himself out of his thoughts and quickly answered.

After class, he and Arachna went for ice cream and a walk. Finally he has everything he wanted.. A girl, an apartment, money and everything. When they parted ways, he waved goodbye, watching her take a different route.

Just as he turned, a familiar woman in black murmured into her microphone,

"He's right beside me... The kid who took them out. And I know him.. it's Suryansh."

The first arc... Way before November end here..