Maya stared at the drawing, its intricate details burned into her memory. Dr. Varman had seen this image in his visions over and over again—until he finally put it on paper.
"It will happen after a week."
That was what he had told her. Now, a day had passed. That meant only six days remained.
The weight of it settled heavily on her chest.
Aditya, who had been quietly studying the drawing, finally spoke. "I think I know what this reminds me of."
Maya and Arjun both turned to him.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
Aditya tapped the corner of the drawing. "This isn't just a vision of something random. It's a warning. A puzzle."
Maya frowned. "A puzzle?"
Aditya nodded. "My sister thought the same thing." His voice dropped, and a shadow passed over his face. "She died trying to figure out what my visions meant."
A chill ran down Maya's spine.
"Your sister?" she whispered.
Aditya exhaled slowly, looking down at the drawing. "She didn't have visions like me, but she believed in them. She spent years researching, trying to understand why I saw the things I did. She started making connections—patterns I hadn't even noticed."
Arjun's brows furrowed. "And what did she find?"
Aditya's jaw tightened. "She told me she was getting close. That there was something... unnatural about these visions. That they weren't just random glimpses of the future, but something bigger. Something connected."
Maya felt her hands grow cold. Unnatural?
"Then she vanished," Aditya said, his voice quieter now. "No body. No clues. Just... gone."
A heavy silence filled the room.
Maya's pulse pounded. If Aditya's sister had died trying to understand the truth—then how dangerous was this mystery they were trying to solve?
Six days.
That was all the time they had.