‘Who? Who was it?’ The voice asked, coming closer. Fortunately, the hallway was still dark, helping in the hideout.
‘Biju, is that you? I heard you chirping. What are you roaming about at such hours again. I’ll report to Mr President, Biju?’
The footsteps echoed in the empty hallway, inching towards the enormous vase at the corner. Its silhouette could be seen on the opposite wall, accelerating Swamy’s never-ending troubles. Her breathing hitched at the thought of getting caught by a swordsman, but something within her told that the luck was working in her favour, that the days of miseries were over and that she had only to worry about the journal, the treasure, and Desis—for nothing other could harm her when the Soul of the Universe was working by her side.
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