Praju was twenty-eight, punctual, and invisible in the way only disciplined men could be. Every morning at nine, he stepped into the same elevator, nodded at the same security guard, and took the same desk by the window. To the world, he was just another office worker running the nine-to-five loop—files, meetings, deadlines. No jokes. No parties. No life beyond the clock.
But Praju was very smart. Sharp in ways spreadsheets could never measure. His body carried a balance that came only from years of martial training—control in his walk, silence in his breath. He never spoke about it. No one asked.
Inside his heart, something slept. Something dangerous.
Years ago, before the tie and the ID card, Praju had lived by a different rhythm. Discipline was once survival. His hands had learned how to break bones before they learned how to type emails. He left that life behind—or so he told himself—burying it under routine, hoping time would dull the edges. Yet every night, when the city grew quiet, memories returned like bruises that never healed.
That morning felt ordinary. The sky was dull, the street noisy with horns and rushing footsteps. Praju checked his watch. 8:52 a.m. He adjusted his bag strap and crossed the road toward the bus stop.
Then the sound came.
A sharp crack—too clean to be firecrackers.
Pain exploded in his chest as the world tilted. Praju fell, breath tearing out of him, blood blooming through his white shirt like a secret finally exposed. People screamed. Someone ran. Someone froze.
As he lay on the cold road, time slowed.
He saw the shooter—calm, professional, already turning away. This was not random. This was a message.
Praju smiled faintly, blood on his lips.
So they had found him.
The office life had been a disguise, not an escape. The danger he hid in his heart was never gone—only sleeping. And bullets had a way of waking old ghosts.
Sirens wailed in the distance. Praju forced himself to breathe, pain grounding him in the present. If this was how it ended, but suddenly he his eyes open their have one women and men women is pretty and white hair and man have black hair and muscular