Part 1
The night was thick. Not with rain, nor storm. But with tension that curled through the corridors like smoke silent and suffocating.
The warehouse floor was cloaked in shadows. A low hum of silence buzzed against the bare bulbs hanging from the ceiling, swaying gently in the breeze as if nature itself waited with bated breath.
The old door flung open with a desperate creak.
“Samar!” Meera screamed, her voice trembling as her dupatta fluttered in her wake. Her eyes searched the darkness frantically. Beside her, Aanya stumbled slightly, clutching her mother’s arm.
“Where is he?” Aanya whispered, voice hushed but urgent. “It’s all dark around… what’s going on?”
Meera was near tears. “They said… they said he’s hurt badly. That he couldn’t even be rushed to the hospital.” Her voice
