10:45 PM – Rooftop Terrace, City Skyline
Yaar, seriously… I don't even know why I'm still following him. Heart racing, stomach in knots, aur phir bhi… curiosity zyada hai fear se.
He stops suddenly, leaning against the rooftop railing. Hands in pockets, perfect posture, jaise city uski personal chessboard ho. Light hits his cufflink… aur OMG, woh tiny emblem. Red, almost glowing in dim light.
Red? Mafia?
Mera mind kar raha tha spin out, par main try kar rahi hoon calm rehne ka. Kya mai sach me risk le rahi hoon? But the more I try to ignore it, the more I'm drawn.
He turns slightly, jaise sensing my stare. I freeze. Uska glance… controlled, calculated, but just enough to make me aware ki woh notice kar raha hai.
Main sirf ek spectator nahi… main ab part hoon uske game ka.
Aur phir he takes out a phone, quickly typing something. I can see the text flash: "Check the player on 9th street. Red flag."
OMG. Red flag. That's me, ya… someone else? Heart tightens.
Night breeze hits my face, aur city lights below sparkle, but I feel… unease. Uski world dangerous hai, unpredictable. Aur main… bas watch kar rahi hoon, silently fascinated, aur thoda scared bhi.
Silent Apex.
That's him. And I… I'm already hooked.