EVENING TIME…
The sky was slowly turning pink under the reddish glow of the sun. The sun hadn’t fully set yet.
A gentle breeze was flowing when a car cut through the air and stopped in front of a large mansion.
Koyo and Rivan stepped out of the car.
Koyo spoke softly, “You didn’t need to come all the way to drop me.”
Rivan smiled and replied, “No… because you got hurt due to us, it’s the least I could do—take you to the hospital and drop you home.”
Koyo walked inside calmly and said, “So… you can leave now.”
Rivan narrowed his eyes, watching him go, and thought, “Who shoos someone straight from the door like that? At least he could’ve invited me in for water.”
With that thought, he pulled out a small camera from his pocket and muttered to himself, “I’ll have to find another way.”
He got back into the car and drove away.
From the doorway, Koyo watched the car leave.
His expression had gone completely blank.
“This is way too…”
He narrowed his eyes. “…strange.”
Then clenching his fist, he said to himself, “I won’t spare the man who burned that painting.”
There was anger in his eyes.
As he turned around, he saw Milo standing there—jumping slightly, trying to peek outside like a curious child, wondering what Koyo was looking at.
Koyo smiled and asked, “What is it?”
Milo grinned, “I’ve been waiting for you! I learned that move!”
“Oh?”
Koyo folded his arms. “Then show me.”
Milo nodded eagerly and took a deep breath. He pulled out a stone from his pocket.
“Let’s go outside.”
They both walked out into the lawn.
Milo tossed the stone once and caught it. Then he held it in one hand and struck it sharply with the thumb and index finger of the other hand.
The stone shot into the air at great speed—and just before it could fall, Milo caught it mid-air.
He was now standing far away from where he had started.
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He had covered that distance in just a few seconds.
Koyo smiled.
“You really did it. Honestly, I knew this would be easy for you. After all, you’ve trained with Mr. Lucifer since childhood.”
Milo rolled his eyes. “Haha… now give him credit for my skills too?”
Koyo stepped closer.
“Chaya Chari. In simple words—Shadow Step.
The first stage of learning this move is catching a paper plane. That training strengthens prediction. And because of what you learned from Mr. Lucifer, your predictive ability was already sharp.
Catching a stone mid-air works on speed. At first, it feels childish—but the impact is real. Still, this is beginner-level training.
Once your speed and power increase, then we’ll move to real training.”
Milo nodded.
Koyo watched him and thought, “He’s truly capable. Increasing speed isn’t easy… and completing Phase Two—catching the stone mid-air—is a difficult milestone. Learning this in such a short time proves his talent.”
Koyo turned to go inside when Milo suddenly asked, “By the way… what’s with the bandage on your hand? Are you hurt?”
Koyo glanced at the bandage.
Blood flashed in his eyes.
With a dangerous smile, he said, “Yes… someone showed a lot of courage.”
After a brief pause, “I’ll finish him.”
Then looking straight at Milo, he said, “Remember this, Milo.
There’s one thing that enrages your master the most—I hate people who try to destroy my people and my memories.
So remember… never, even by mistake, damage anything that’s connected to my memories. My precious memories.”
With that, Koyo walked away.
Milo stood frozen in place.
“Who is he talking about? I need to tell Aniket…”
NIGHT – Aniket's office
Darkness had fallen.
Aniket was sitting in his office, working, when the door suddenly burst open.
He looked up, his expression calm like still water.
It was Milo.
He hadn’t even removed his helmet and had rushed straight upstairs, leaving him slightly out of breath.
Aniket gestured to the chair in front of him. “Calm down. Sit. Tell me properly—what happened?”
Milo removed his helmet and stepped forward, asking urgently, “What is Master doing right now? What exactly has he done to find out about Koyo?”
Aniket frowned.
“What? What happened? And why are you asking about Aditya the moment you arrive?
Has Koyo started suspecting that Aditya is investigating him?”
Milo placed the helmet on the table.
“I don’t know. I just know that Koyo is extremely angry right now—and he intends to kill someone.”
“What? Kill whom?!” Aniket asked sharply.
Milo told him everything—about the injury, the bandage, and what Koyo said afterward.
Aniket spoke with concern, “Find out if the Master has done something recently that caught Koyo’s attention.”
“You’re very worried about Aditya,” Aniket said, picking up his phone.
Milo turned his face away.
“It’s nothing like that! I’m just doing my job—the one I’m getting paid for. You wanted information on Koyo—where he goes, what he does, what he plans. I was just warning you.
And anyway… Master is your friend. Don’t you care about him?”
Aniket replied quietly, “I care. More than you think. But I can’t change the fact that he’s unstable right now.
He’ll do anything to find Anamika. Maybe he already did something that made Koyo realize Aditya is searching for her.
Still… one day, Aditya and Koyo are bound to face each other.”
As he said this, Aniket sent a message to Mr. Shah, asking him to come meet.
Looking at Milo, he added, “Don’t worry. Nothing will happen to Aditya.”
Milo pouted. “I’m not worried.”
Aniket smiled at his childish reaction and pulled out a box from his desk drawer.
Milo watched with curiosity as Aniket opened it. Inside were two watches.
They weren’t particularly stylish—but neat and functional.
Holding one, Aniket said, “I developed these watches with a few people from my R&D department. They’re not for market sale—but they’re special.”
He pressed a small black button on the corner for a few seconds.
A voice responded: “Biometric activation in progress.”
Aniket extended his hand.
“Give me your hand for a minute.”
Milo did. Aniket placed Milo’s thumb on the sensor.
“Biometric registration complete.”
He handed the watch to Milo.
“It’s yours now. Your fingerprint is registered.”
Milo examined it.
Aniket picked up the second watch. “Press the button once.”
Milo did—and the screen instantly changed, turning into a perfectly ordinary analog watch.
It looked so real that Milo could hardly believe it was the same smartwatch.
“Now press it twice,” Aniket instructed, “and place your thumb on the sensor.”
Milo followed. A microphone icon appeared on the screen.
Aniket spoke into his watch, “Hi.”
Milo felt his watch vibrate.
A notification appeared. To open it, he again had to use his fingerprint.
The recorded message played back.
Aniket strapped his own watch on and said, “These watches keep us connected without raising suspicion. They’re waterproof, so you never have to remove them.
Both watches are linked—you can see each other’s location.
My watch has an extra feature: I can remotely activate your voice recorder. No one around you will suspect a thing… and I’ll be able to hear everything.”
Milo frowned.
“Why does your watch have that feature and not mine? Did you design this to spy on someone?”
A pained smile crossed Aniket’s face.
“A few months ago… I was obsessed with knowing someone’s past.
I built this… just to understand the past she was hiding so I can help!.”
Silence settled between them.
Then Aniket said, “Now go. If you stay any longer, Koyo will start suspecting you.”
Milo stood up quickly, wore the watch, grabbed his helmet, and left.
Aniket took a deep breath, glanced once at the watch in his hand—and then looked away.
To be continued…
