Sights

The Future's Warning & The Present's Betrayal

Vaibhav's Return to the Future

Vaibhav woke up with a start, his heart pounding against his ribs. The air was thick, unnatural, as if the weight of time itself pressed down on him. His surroundings were unfamiliar-gray walls, dim lights, and an eerie silence that made his skin crawl.

Confused, he stepped towards the door. But before he could process his situation, a sudden knock echoed through the empty space. Hesitantly, he opened it, only to be met by a group of armed officers.

"Vaibhav Sharma, you're under custody."

Before he could react, they seized him, dragging him out into a lifeless cityscape. He struggled against their grip. "What the hell is going on?!"

No one answered. The streets were deserted, an unsettling stillness consuming everything. He was thrown into a dark interrogation room, the only light flickering above him.

Moments later, a masked man entered. His presence was overpowering, the air thick with unspoken authority. He stepped closer, his voice calm yet chilling.

"You must be confused. Let me clarify-you're here for your own safety."

Vaibhav frowned. "Safety? From what?"

The masked man tilted his head. "From Wick."

Vaibhav's breath hitched. "Wick? What are you talking about?"

"Your friend, Vikram Kashyap, is no longer who you knew. He has become a monster, eliminating everyone who was once close to him. And if things don't change, you will be next."

Vaibhav's stomach twisted. "That's impossible... I did everything you told me to! I warned Shristi, I made her spy on him-none of it changed a damn thing!"

The masked man chuckled, a dark amusement in his tone. "And you thought it would be that easy? That watching him from the shadows would alter fate?"

Vaibhav's fists clenched. "Then tell me what to do! Tell me how to stop him!"

The masked man leaned in. "Simple. You keep Nick alive. Because the moment Nick dies... Wick loses the last shred of humanity he has left."

Vaibhav's mind raced. "And if I just... kill Wick first?"

The man laughed, the sound echoing eerily. "You're amusing, kid. You think it's that simple?"

Vaibhav's eyes burned with determination. "I don't care how hard it is. I'll do whatever it takes."

The masked man suddenly moved, striking Vaibhav's head.

Darkness swallowed him whole.

The Present - Vaibhav's New Mission

Vaibhav jolted awake in his bed, drenched in sweat. His head throbbed, but his mind was sharper than ever.

He knew what he had to do.

He had to kill Wick.

---

A Confession Over Breakfast

The morning was calm, sunlight filtering through the windows of a small café. Bhumi sat alone at a corner table, stirring her coffee absentmindedly.

A chair scraped against the floor as Vaibhav sat across from her.

Bhumi glanced up, surprised. "Vaibhav? How are you?"

Vaibhav didn't hesitate. "I like you."

Bhumi blinked, caught off guard. "What?"

He leaned forward, unwavering. "I like you."

Bhumi ran a hand through her hair, still processing. "Are you... talking to me?"

Vaibhav nodded. "Yes."

Bhumi chuckled in disbelief. "We've only known each other for a few weeks."

Vaibhav's gaze didn't falter. "I know. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Bhumi stood up, grabbing her bag. "That's crazy."

She took a few steps away but then paused. Slowly, she turned her head just slightly, a smirk playing at her lips. "Let's see if you can make it."

And then she was gone.

Vaibhav sat back, exhaling deeply. His heart pounded, but there was something about her response that made him smile.

---

Shristi's Betrayal

Two days later, Shristi saw a familiar face walking down the college corridor.

Her heart stopped.

Vivaan.

But he wasn't alone. His arm was wrapped around a girl's waist-Angela.

Shristi felt a strange chill crawl up her spine as she followed them, unable to believe what she was seeing. She had searched for him for so long, worried for his safety. And yet, here he was... living normally. Laughing. Moving on.

When he stopped in front of the college entrance, she didn't hold back.

"Where the hell have you been?" she demanded, stepping in front of him. "Why didn't you come back?"

Vivaan sighed as if he had been expecting this. "Shristi... I had to stay away. To save Wick. To save you."

Shristi's eyes burned. "Then why are you here now? Why are you with her?"

Vivaan hesitated before speaking again. "Because I want to break up."

The words hit her like a slap.

Her voice wavered. "This is about the rumors, isn't it? About me and Wick-"

Vivaan scoffed. "Are you crazy? You and Wick have no match. He's the kind of guy every girl wants."

Shristi's hands clenched into fists. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Vivaan's expression hardened. "It means I can't pursue this relationship anymore. I can't afford the price of loving you. I can't risk my life for this. And besides..." He looked at Angela. "I love her now."

Shristi felt something inside her snap.

Without another word, she turned and walked away.

And in that moment, she stopped believing in love.

---

Wick's Confession & Distance

That night, Wick showed up at her doorstep.

Shristi opened the door, her face unreadable.

Wick spoke first. "A few days ago, I found him. I knew about Angela. That's why I didn't tell you-I didn't want you to get hurt."

She said nothing.

Wick continued. "And I found out something else. The man I thought I killed-Sam's friend-he's alive. Living abroad. I dug deeper, and it turns out... all of this was orchestrated."

Shristi's voice was cold. "So what? Why do you care?" Her eyes met his, unreadable. "Just leave me alone. Like everyone else does."

Wick stared at her for a long moment before speaking softly. "I'll always be here for you. No matter what. It hurts now, but with time... it'll get easier."

She turned away.

Wick exhaled, stepping back.

And for the first time in his life, he walked away from her.

---

Later on today was match of Shristi but as she was heart broken,she could easily walk away but—She won't but how does it effect her performance will she be weakened by this or use this emotions into strength.

The tension was suffocating. The arena—usually a place of casual sparring and friendly duels—had turned into a battleground.

Jessie stood at the center, stretching her arms, rotating her neck with loud cracks that echoed in the silence. She was known across the campus. Ruthless. Relentless. Undefeated in the last two years. Her opponents didn't just lose; they broke. She had muscle, experience, and pride—and she was ready.

Shristi stepped into the ring next, tying her hair into a tight knot. She wore no expression. No smile. No fear. Just stillness.

From the sidelines, Nick paced nervously. "Wick, are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice low, strained. "Jessie isn't just anyone. Shristi's good, but—this is Jessie. She could get hurt."

Wick didn't even blink. Arms folded, eyes fixed on the ring, he said just two words.

"Crush it."

Deep raised an eyebrow. "He's not just confident," he muttered. "He knows she's ready."

The referee raised his hand. "Begin."

Jessie wasted no time.

She lunged forward like a predator, fists slicing the air with brutal speed. Shristi ducked the first, parried the second, and blocked the third with her forearm. The shock echoed in her bones, but her eyes didn't flinch. She stepped back once. Calculated. Fluid.

Then—she countered.

Shristi's elbow cut through the air, grazing Jessie's cheek. Not enough to hurt—but enough to provoke.

The crowd reacted instantly. Murmurs. Gasps. Confusion.

Jessie snarled and attacked again, wild but dangerous. Shristi bent low, spun to the side, and kicked Jessie behind the knee, forcing her to stumble.

"She's moving like—" someone stuttered in the stands.

"—Wick," Deep finished.

Shristi's footwork, her feints, her sudden bursts of speed—they weren't random. They were studied. Sharp. Like the ones Wick used when he broke three seniors in under a minute last year.

Jessie regrouped, furious now, and charged again. This time she landed a body blow—hard. Shristi gasped but didn't fall. She used the momentum, pivoted behind Jessie, and elbowed her spine with pinpoint precision.

Jessie grunted, spun, and caught Shristi's wrist. The crowd leaned in.

Bad move.

Shristi didn't resist. She flowed with the grip, turned her body, wrapped her leg around Jessie's, and slammed her to the ground in a blink.

Boom.

The floor trembled.

Jessie groaned, stunned. Shristi stood over her—not with arrogance, but deadly calm.

She hadn't spoken a word.

Wick finally unfolded his arms. His voice was quiet, almost amused.

"She just became a problem."

Nick exhaled, unsure whether it was relief or awe.

Wick was standing now, eyes fixed on her. No words. No applause.

But he smiled — just a little.

And for Shristi, it was everything.

She was no longer someone who needed saving.

She was her own strength.

And she had earned it.

---

The Shift in Wick

In the days that followed, something changed in Wick.

He started keeping his distance from Shristi.

He became more aggressive, his aura darker. Yet, around her, he was eerily calm-too calm, like a storm just before it erupts.

He wasn't just changing.

He was becoming something else.

To be continued