The corridor felt different now.
No chaos.
No shouting.
No panic.
Only footsteps.
Steady.
Controlled.
Dangerous.
Sumit walked ahead.
Arjun beside him.
Behind them—
Rahul, Aryan, Riya, Sangita, Veer.
All quieter than before.
Because Kabir was gone.
And that silence—
stayed.
No one joked.
Not even Rahul.
Which was honestly terrifying.
💔 The Weight of Loss
As they moved forward—
Aryan suddenly stopped.
"…He used to walk here with us."
Silence.
No one replied.
Because everyone was thinking the same thing.
Kabir.
Laughing.
Joking.
Making even danger feel lighter.
Riya looked down.
For once—
no sarcasm.
"He hated silence…"
Rahul whispered—
"And now… this place has too much of it."
That line—
hurt.
Sumit didn't turn.
Didn't stop.
But his voice came out—
low.
Heavy.
"We don't let his death be meaningless."
Simple.
But final.
😨 The Facility Watches
Lights flickered again.
Soft this time.
Almost calm.
Too calm.
Sangita whispered—
"This place feels alive."
Veer replied—
"It is."
A pause.
"Systems like this don't just run on machines…"
He looked at the walls.
"They run on control."
Suddenly—
a door opened by itself.
Slowly.
No one touched it.
Rahul stepped back instantly—
"Nope. I reject this horror."
Aryan nodded—
"Same. Absolutely same."
But Sumit walked in.
Without hesitation.
Because fear—
was no longer an option.
💥 Inside the Control Room
A massive hall.
Screens everywhere.
Data flowing.
Lights glowing.
And at the center—
one chair.
Empty.
Riya frowned—
"He's not here."
Arjun's voice turned sharp—
"No…"
A pause.
"He's watching."
And then—
the screens turned on.
All at once.
Vikram Sethi.
Again.
Always.
😈 The Mind Game Begins
He smiled.
Slow.
Confident.
"You've come far."
A pause.
"Faster than I expected."
Sumit stepped forward.
"End it."
Vikram shook his head slightly.
"You still don't understand."
The screens changed.
Images appeared.
Live feeds.
Different rooms.
Different angles.
And then—
everyone froze.
Because on the screen—
was Sangita.
Not here.
Not beside them.
Trapped.
In another chamber.
Alone.
Silence broke instantly.
Rahul shouted—
"WHAT?! She was just here!"
Aryan looked around—
"Then who is—"
Everyone turned.
The Sangita standing with them—
smiled.
Slowly.
Not her smile.
Not her eyes.
Not her.
🔥 THE TWIST
The fake Sangita stepped back.
Clapped slowly.
"Impressive."
Voice changed.
Colder.
Different.
Disguise gone.
Devika.
Shock exploded.
Riya stepped back—
"You were with us this whole time?!"
Rahul held his head—
"I can't process this anymore!"
Arjun's eyes narrowed—
"You played us."
Devika smiled slightly.
"No."
A pause.
"I protected you."
Silence.
Confusion.
Anger.
Everything mixed.
Sumit looked at the screen.
At the real Sangita.
Trapped.
Alone.
Then at Devika.
Standing in front of him.
And asked—
voice low.
Dangerous.
"Why?"
💔 Devika's Truth
Her expression changed.
Just a little.
"Because Vikram doesn't play fair."
A pause.
"He knew your weakness."
She looked at Sumit.
Direct.
Honest.
"So I stayed close."
Silence.
Because this wasn't betrayal.
This was strategy.
But still—
Sangita was trapped.
And that—
changed everything.
🔥 FINAL LINE
One love captured.
One truth revealed.
And one mistake—
that could cost everything.
Because now—
this wasn't just war.
It was personal. 👑🔥😈