Aryan started recording everything.
He filled a notebook with dates and warnings. It became an obsession- the illusion of control, the comfort of knowing what as coming.
But it took something from him.
He stopped making choices on his own.
stopped going out.
stopped trusting anyone.
Kabir noticed.
"You're not yourself these days," he said.
"you're acting like a pawn"
"acting...cold"
Aryan didn't respond.
Because for two weeks, the calls had stropped mentioning about Kabir. And that kind of silence felt like a warning.