In the quiet bathroom, Ashura stood in front of the mirror.
A faint dead smile curved across his lips.
Sweat covered his entire body. Fever burned through him silently.
He stood shirtless, breathing heavily. His eyes looked tired… yet dangerous.
His gaze narrowed toward his reflection.
"Fight…" he muttered coldly.
"Fight… Fight…"
Even if they hate you…
Even if they want you dead…
His fist slowly tightened.
"But if they get hurt…"
His voice dropped lower.
"I will burn the world."
BAM—!
His fist crashed into the mirror violently.
Glass shattered across the bathroom. Sharp pieces scattered over the ground.
Blood dripped slowly from his hand.
Yet Ashura didn't even flinch.
Glass shattered across the bathroom floor.
Blood dripped slowly from Ashura's hand as broken pieces scattered everywhere.
His breathing turned heavy.
His chest rose and fell violently while water from the sink mixed with blood beneath him.
"Just fight…" he muttered coldly.
"And don't go back…"
His fingers trembled slightly.
"Or you'll lose everything…"
Ashura slowly fell to his knees.
His darkened gaze stared at his own reflection through the cracked mirror.
For a moment…
He didn't recognize himself anymore.
In the kitchen, Anjali stood firmly wearing a neat apron. A frying pan rested in one hand while the other held a large spoon.
The sound of cooking filled the quiet house. Outside the window, the night had already turned deep and silent.
"…I'm cooking this late at night again," Anjali muttered softly. Her voice carried guilt and warmth together.
"Sorry, my children…"
At the table, Zara, Aaron, Riven, Ronan, Asha, and Emilia sat calmly with plates in front of them.
Napkins were tied neatly around their necks while spoons rested quietly in their hands. All of them stared toward Anjali.
"It's fine, mom," Zara smiled softly. Her eyes looked genuinely happy.
"Spending time together is important too," Aaron chuckled lightly.
"Where's Ashura?" Riven suddenly glanced toward the door.
"Ashura went to take a bath," Anjali replied softly. Her voice sounded fragile… almost nervous.
Emilia sighed and crossed her arms. "Didn't he take too much time already?"
"Yeahhh…" Asha nodded in agreement. "He's such an idiot after all…"
Ronan muttered coldly from the side.
The door slowly opened.
Ashura walked out quietly. His hand bled slightly while drops of water still fell from his hair.
He wasn't wearing a shirt yet. There was a strange coldness inside his eyes.
Zara muttered softly under her breath. "What did this idiot do again…"
She glared at him angrily, though her ears turned slightly red.
Emilia looked toward his injured hand with concern. "Hey… what happened to your hand?"
Then her eyes unconsciously moved across his figure. A quiet blush appeared on her face.
How does someone maintain a body like this…?
She looked genuinely shocked by Ashura's physique.
Ashura stared at them for a second before sighing softly.
"Sorry, Anjali… I accidentally broke the mirror."
His voice stayed calm, but exhaustion hid beneath every word.
"What happened to all of you…?" he asked quietly.
Everyone at the table continued staring at him silently.
"Ashura… your body is insane," Ronan muttered in jealousy. "I'm actually jealous now."
Aaron stared in disbelief. "How do you even maintain something like this…?"
"This is crazy…"
Asha quickly lowered her gaze.
He's hot… he's hot… why am I falling for a human…?
She covered part of her face immediately.
Zara blushed slightly before turning away. "Idiot… go wear your shirt already."
Anjali smiled softly from the kitchen.
"Ashura… your body is very well maintained," she said calmly. "How?"
"I train daily," Ashura replied casually.
He opened the kitchen tap and slowly washed the blood from his hand. Red mixed quietly with the flowing water.
"Workout is part of my routine."
Riven clicked his tongue in jealousy. "You're stealing all the girls' attention…"
Anjali chuckled warmly.
"Ashura is so fit that all of you forgot your own bodies."
Aaron stood up from the table and walked toward his room quietly.
"Wait a minute," he spoke calmly. "Your shirt was torn… you can borrow mine."
For the first time, a faint smile appeared on his face.
"Thanks," Ashura replied dryly. There were no extra emotions in his voice.
Anjali casually grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the table.
"Sit here quietly," she said firmly. "I'll bring food for you."
"…Okay," Ashura nodded calmly.
His eyes looked tired… almost lifeless. Even his voice carried exhaustion.
Asha lowered her gaze slightly before whispering softly.
"Ashura… how do you even maintain a body like that…?"
"I mean… it's too perfect…"
Emilia nodded immediately. "Yeahhh… tell us your secret, hero."
She smiled teasingly from the side.
Ashura answered calmly.
"It's nothing special."
"I eat less… sleep less… train daily… stay on strict diets…"
He paused for a second.
"And sometimes beat up thugs for body practice."
His voice sounded cold at the end.
"…Is this really you?" Riven stared at him carefully.
"A moment ago, you were crying… now you're acting like a cold rock."
Ashura stayed silent for a second before nodding slowly.
"Yeah… brother…"
A faint shadow crossed his eyes.
"I'm tired of crying…"
His gaze darkened completely.
"…Now I want revenge."
Inside a dark room, Aryan stood silently. A cigarette rested between his lips as smoke slowly spread around him.
The burning tip glowed faintly before fading into darkness again.
He exhaled calmly and smirked mockingly.
"So… you couldn't beat Ashura yourselves," he said coldly. "Now you want my help?"
The bald man stared back without emotion.
"Yeah… your trap worked perfectly," he replied calmly.
"If you bring Ashura to us…"
A faint smile crossed his face.
"…we'll give you everything."
Aryan threw the cigarette onto the floor. He crushed it beneath his shoe slowly.
"Everything… huh?"
His eyes narrowed greedily.
"I want one billion rupees."
"Done."
The bald man answered instantly.
He pulled out a check calmly, signed it without hesitation, then threw it toward Aryan.
Aryan caught it quickly. His eyes widened in disbelief.
"…What?"
"Is this real?"
"Of course," the bald man replied coldly.
"Now I want my work done."
He turned around and walked toward the exit. Every step felt heavy inside the silent room.
Aryan stared at the check for a few seconds.
Then—
A twisted smirk slowly spread across his face.
"Ashura…"
"Hehehe…"
"You won't survive now."
On a quiet roadside staircase, Harsh, Reyansh, and Yash stood silently beneath the night sky.
The moonlight reflected faintly across their tired faces.
Yash spoke softly. Even his cold eyes carried emptiness tonight.
"…I miss Ashura."
He lowered his gaze toward the ground.
"It feels like an important page of my life got deleted."
"Same here," Harsh muttered calmly.
He sipped from a juice can while his messy hair completely covered his eyes.
Reyansh crossed his arms silently before speaking in a cold tone.
"We all know Ashura's nature…"
"But even then, we have to save him."
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Half of India wants him dead because of his sins…"
"But no one claps with one hand."
Silence.
"So someone definitely pushed him into all this," Reyansh added quietly.
Yash nodded slowly.
"Yeah…"
"I'm suspicious of bhabhi's elder brother."
"That man looked way too happy when Ashura got cornered."
Harsh threw the empty juice can aside.
Drops of juice still covered the corner of his lips.
"We can only doubt him for now…"
"…We can't make a move yet."
The night fell silent again.
Only the distant city noise remained.
Harsh slowly stood up while holding a bike key tightly in his hand.
His gaze wandered across the empty streets. The streetlights flickered weakly in the cold night.
"…Let's find him," he muttered softly.
"Before we end up standing near his grave."
Reyansh stood up immediately and placed a hand on Harsh's back.
"True…"
"We can't watch our friend die like that."
His voice slowly darkened.
"And if someone kills Ashura…"
A dangerous silence followed.
"…Then we'll turn the world into graves."
Yash smirked coldly while staring toward the moon above them.
"No one can separate us…"
"It's impossible."
He slowly clenched his fist tighter.
"…Except death."
A cold wind passed through the empty road.
"So we won't let him die," Yash finished quietly.
All three of them raised their fists together.
Then—
Their fists collided in the center.
"Mission…"
"Find and protect Ashura…"
"…starts now."
At the balcony, Avni stood silently while holding a warm cup of coffee.
The cold night wind brushed against her hairs as she stared at the moon quietly.
"Ashura…"
Her voice trembled softly.
"If you are dead…"
A tear slowly slipped from her eye.
"…then I'm sorry."
She lowered her gaze weakly. Her fingers tightened around the cup.
"I can't support a criminal…"
Her voice sounded fragile… desperate… almost broken.
"Please forgive your cruel elder sister…"
The night remained silent.
Only her quiet sobs echoed beneath the moonlight.
Scene Shift
Ashura stood alone at another balcony.
The cold wind moved through his wet hairs while his empty eyes stared toward the moon above.
"Ruhi… Nyra… Avni…"
"Rishabh… Bhaiyya… Dad…"
"Harsh… Yash… Reyansh…"
"And Shina…"
He whispered every name slowly like they were the only reason he still existed.
His expression slowly darkened.
"If anyone touches you…"
His cold voice echoed through the silent night.
"…I'll burn this entire world."
A dangerous silence followed.
"I promised."
The moonlight reflected in his emotionless eyes.
For a moment—
He looked less human.
Chaptee 24 Ended
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