Dehradun...
It was 9 in the morning. Nisha was sleeping peacefully when her phone started ringing. Being half-asleep, she ignored it at first. But when it kept ringing continuously, she had no choice but to pick it up.
When she looked at the screen, she saw "Ri" flashing on it. She instantly answered the call.
"Yes, Ri? What happened?"
From the other side came Rihana's angry voice, "You're still sleeping??"
Nisha replied, "Yeah, there's no class today, right?"
To which Rihana snapped, "Who told you that there's no class today??"
Nisha casually replied, "No one. It's Saturday today, and we never have classes on Saturdays."
But Rihana yelled through the phone, "Miss Nisha, it's not Saturday, it's Friday! Check your calendar!"
Hearing this, Nisha was stunned. She hurriedly said, "What?? It's Friday??"
To confirm, she checked her phone again and saw that it indeed showed Friday. She held her head in her hands, "Oh God! It *is* Friday. We have Alka Ma'am's class today… and it's an important one too!"
"How could I be so careless?" she muttered in frustration.
Rihana said from the other end, "The class is at 9:30. It's only 9 right now. You have half an hour. Hurry up and get ready!"
Nisha replied quickly, "Yeah, right. I still have half an hour. Okay, I'll talk to you later!"
Saying that, she cut the call.
She jumped out of bed and dashed to the bathroom. Within five minutes, she was ready, grabbed her scooter keys, and headed straight to college.
Since she was running late, she rode a little faster than usual. What usually took her half an hour, she managed in just 18 minutes today.
She parked her scooter quickly and ran toward the classroom. At the door, she saw Rihana waiting for her. Out of breath, Nisha rushed to her.
Rihana handed her a bottle of water, and after drinking it, Nisha started feeling a little better.
"Rihana, has the class started?"
Rihana shook her head, "No, Ma'am is coming ten minutes late today."
Nisha let out a sigh of relief. "Thank God she's late today. Otherwise, I'd have been doomed. Thanks, God… and also thank you, my Rihana-God!"
Hearing that, a smile spread across Rihana's face. She said, "Forget all that now. Let's go inside."
As soon as they entered the class, all the girls turned to stare at them. Nisha and Rihana were famous throughout the college for their beauty. Countless boys had proposed to them, but they never said yes to anyone.
Since they were still single, many boys still hoped they might have a chance and continued trying to impress them.
But Nisha and Rihana had grown used to all that attention. They had mastered the art of ignoring it. They never even looked at any of the boys. The two of them stayed lost in their own little world.
A while later, the teacher entered and the class began. The session went on for a full three hours. After class, the two girls headed to the canteen.
Since Nisha had skipped breakfast in the morning rush, she was now starving.
Once at the canteen, they ordered their favorite food.
**Goa...**
It was 11:00 at night. A man, covered in blood, was running through the streets of Goa. His entire body was wounded, and he was terrified.
Even though his legs were injured, he kept running. Suddenly, a car came in front of him. His eyes widened with fear—not because it was a car, but because he saw his death before him.
He turned and tried to run the other way, but another car blocked that path too. Now he was panicking—there were cliffs on either side of him, and he had no escape. He was completely surrounded.
Tears welled up in his eyes from fear.
Men dressed entirely in black, with masks on their faces, stepped out of the cars. They surrounded him.
Then another car arrived and came to a halt. A man stepped out, wearing a sleek black tuxedo. His face was covered with a mask too, and his eyes were cold as ice. Another man, likely his assistant, was with him.
Seeing this man, the terrified man dropped to his knees. The god of death stood before him.
Realizing there was no way out, he grabbed the man's feet and begged,
"Boss, please forgive me! I'll never make this mistake again. Just this once, please let me go!"
But the man shook his foot loose with disgust and kicked him hard.
"You can only make mistakes if you live to make them."
**Adhiraj Singh Rathore** could tolerate many things—but not betrayal.
He gave a signal to his assistant. As soon as the assistant, **Anirudh**, got the signal, he began beating the man mercilessly.
He didn't stop until the man took his last breath.
The man couldn't survive Anirudh's blows and died on the spot.
After confirming the death, Adhiraj calmly said, "Dispose of the body. Not a single trace should remain."
Anirudh nodded, "Yes, sir."
Adhiraj left, and Anirudh handled the aftermath. He had the body thrown into the nearby gorge and then quietly left the scene.
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