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The Book of Aarav – 0.1
The Voice “Did you watch the last fight?” Sabo asked. Her voice carried a calm authority as she studied Yodhika, who stood quietly with her hands at her sides. “Yes,” Yodhika replied, her tone flat but steady. “Did you make adjustments to your fight plans?” “No.” Sabo’s lips curved with approval. “Good. You already see…
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The Book of Aarav – 0
Rudhra and Yodhika A lone bird cut across the vast sky over the Arabian Sea, its shadow gliding over a solitary island spread across nearly three thousand square kilometers. Two immense harbours lay on opposite ends of the coast, carved into the shoreline like enormous crescents—wide enough to swallow small towns. Three cargo ships rested…
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The Book of Aarav – 7.5
Change of Plan Room B-412, Sub-Level 4, Eisenhower Executive Office Building1650 Pennsylvania Avenue NW, Washington, D.C A narrow, windowless room sat four stories below ground, its concrete walls layered with sound-dampening panels and matte-black acoustic tiles. A single strip of cold white light ran across the ceiling, casting long shadows over the steel table bolted…
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The Book of Aarav – 7
A Cry with No Tears Flames crept across the ruined living room, licking at splintered wood and overturned scraps of what once stood there. The air wavered, thick with smoke, as the fire wove through the scattered debris without mercy. Light crackled through the haze, turning the wrecked room into a shifting chamber of ash…
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The Book of Aarav – 6
A Crimson Birthday “You done?” Indresh asked, walking up to Aarav’s desk. “Just a minute. I’m sending you my report for this week,” Aarav replied, eyes fixed on his laptop as he typed hurriedly. “Don’t rush it. Do it properly,” Indresh said. His phone buzzed. He took it out, checked the message, and murmured, “It’s…
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The Book of Aarav – 5
Sabo and Yodhika The Delhi–Jaipur Road opened into a long, empty stretch once the city faded behind Manesar. No shops. No traffic. No honking. Just a wide six-lane highway running straight through dry fields and broken patches of the Aravalli hills. The heat shimmered above the asphalt, making the horizon look blurred and distant. Then…
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The Book of Aarav – 4
The Woman in Windbreaker Aarav closed the success window of the last software on the list and glanced toward the office meeting room, waiting to see if Indresh would step out. After a few minutes, he opened the office chat application on his laptop and typed, Installed all the applications. Leaving office. Will see you…
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The Book of Aarav – 2.5
The Opposition Leader At PMO, South Block, Raisina Hill, New Delhi Mr. Bheeshma Sinha, Prime Minister of India, sat behind the heavy teak desk—a decorated soldier and the boldest presence in the country. At sixty, he carried a tall, commanding frame and a clean-shaven face, sharp cheekbones, and piercing eyes that seemed to measure everything…
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The Book of Aarav – 2
Aarav and His Mother Aarav ran out of the elevator the moment the doors slid open. He glanced at his phone mid-stride, realizing with a jolt that he was already an hour late. Swiping his access card, he pushed through the office doors. The glass panels opened into a cool, softly humming world of polished…
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When the Clock Strikes Two-3
Brand New World The control room smelled of stale coffee and disinfectant, the kind of sour, clinging odor that settled into the air after an overnight shift and refused to leave. Across the wall of monitors, platform feeds showed cleaners rolling their carts toward storage bays while the first office-goers drifted in beneath a thin,…
Karun G Nath 