N2Four arrived at the coordinates shown in the message and came to a halt.
In front of her stood a massive complex—elegant, imposing, and beautifully designed. Glass walls reflected the city lights, and carefully crafted stonework spoke of wealth and refinement.
Above the entrance, glowing letters announced the name:
ARTORIS ART GALLERY
She frowned slightly. "An art gallery…?" she murmured.
Here she seen message into her phone:
Customer request:
Retrieve a valuable object from this building.
Which ever item is directly connected to the owner.
N2Four lifted her gaze back to the structure, her expression sharpening. "So that's it," she whispered.
She adjusted her clothes and moved toward the entrance.
At Gate One, a lone security guard stood watch, alert and motionless.
N2Four slowed her steps and stopped just short of the gate, carefully observing her surroundings—every camera, every shadow, every possible path inside.
N2Four's phone vibrated in her palm.
She answered immediately.
A man's voice came through the line, calm and familiar.
"You've reached the location or not."
"Yes i am here," she replied, keeping her eyes on the gate.
"There's a guard posted outside. How do you want me to get in?"
There was a brief pause.
"That's your job," the man said lightly.
"You're the one who have to find a way."
N2Four exhaled through her nose.
"Fine. But if I make a move, the guard's life could be at risk."
The man chuckled softly.
"Relax... I'm jusy joking—but don't take it that far."
Then his tone sharpened.
"I have another option. Two days ago, the gallery hired a new waiter girl. She's only worked one shift so far."
N2Four's eyes narrowed. She asked, 'What is a kitchen crew doing in an art gallery?". Here , the man nodded. I got a small but interesting news , there's a major art event tomorrow. They'll be selling paintings,and some high-profile collectors will be there."
"Okay...listen , She'll arrive in about ten minutes," the man continued.
"Use that opportunity. Do whatever you need to—but no killing. Understood?"
"Wait—" N2Four began.
The call cut off.
She stared at the dark screen for a second, jaw tightening.
Lowering the phone, she muttered under her breath,
"Great. Another problem."
Then, with a cold smile, she added,
"Why can't I just do my job the simple way?"
She glanced at the guard again.
"One clean kill would've been a lifetime investment."
Just after 10 minutes...
Auto-Rickshaw Arrival – Artoris Art Gallery
The distant hum of traffic softened as an auto-rickshaw rolled to a stop near the side entrance of the Artoris Art Gallery.
The meter clicked off.
A young girl stepped out, adjusting the strap of her worn handbag. She wore a simple kurti, her hair tied neatly—nervous, but hopeful. She glanced up at the wonderful building, awe flickering across her face.
"First day… again," she murmured to herself, taking a deep breath.
She thanked the driver and started toward the employee entrance.
From across the street, hidden in the shadow of a tall sculpture and trees, N2Four girl watched carefully.
Target confirmed.
She waited.
The waiter girl reached a quiet corner near the service lane, pulling out her phone to check the time.
That was when a soft voice spoke behind her.
"Excuse me."
The girl turned—startled.
N2Four stood there, calm, smiling gently. No threat. No rush.
"Yes?" the girl asked hesitantly.
"You're new here, right?" N2Four said, gesturing toward the building.
"I'm from the admin team. There's a small issue with your employee verification."
The girl's face drained slightly of color.
"Issue? But I already joined yesterday…"
N2Four nodded reassuringly.
"I know. That's why it's quick. Just a formality."
She lowered her voice.
"If security notices first, they'll delay your shift."
The girl panicked.
"No, no—I can't be late again," she said quickly.
"What do I need to do?"
N2Four smiled.
"Come with me. Just for a minute."
They walked a few steps into the narrow alley beside the gallery—quiet, hidden from cameras.
The moment the girl stepped inside, the air shifted.
N2Four's smile vanished.
With precise speed, she pressed two fingers against the girl's neck.
Not pain.
Not injury.
The girl's eyes widened—and then her body went slack, collapsing gently into N2Four's arms.
N2Four lowered her carefully against the wall.
"Sleep," she whispered.
"You'll wake up in fifteen or thirty minutes."
Efficiently, she worked.
She removed the employee ID card, clipped neatly to the uniform bag.
Then the waiter uniform—apron, badge, hair tie.
N2Four changed swiftly, movements practiced and silent.
When she was done, she looked no different from any other employee—plain, forgettable, invisible.
She pinned the ID card to her chest.
Employee Name: Ananya
Department: Service Staff
N2Four glanced once more at the unconscious girl.
She placed her gently behind stacked crates, safe from view.
"Sorry," she murmured softly.
"Wrong place, wrong day."
Straightening her posture, she stepped out of the alley and walked confidently toward the entrance .
The guard caught a glimpse of her and froze, taken aback by her beauty. With her hair in a sleek bun and a perfect outfit, she looked incredible. He blinked, After a brief pause, he shifted his gaze at her ID card.
N2Four didn't slow. The doors opened.
And just like that— she was inside the Artoris Art Gallery. Here She realized that her attempt to look like a perfect duplicate had been a success.
The employee door closed softly behind her.
She stepped inside—and paused.
The interior opened into a vast, multi-level space that felt less like a gallery and more like a luxury hotel. Floors stretched upward in elegant layers, connected by glass elevators and sweeping staircases. Soft golden lights illuminated marble corridors. Every surface whispered wealth.
Servants and staff moved everywhere—silent, efficient.
Some carried massive framed paintings, wrapped in velvet cloth.
Others adjusted sculptures, polished glass cases, or guided private collectors through restricted halls.
Art from across the world surrounded her.
Ancient relics.
Renaissance masterpieces.
Tribal masks sealed behind glass .Too expensive, she thought. Too protected.
She lowered her gaze and walked naturally, blending into the flow.
Passing a staff member, she spoke casually.
"Excuse me," she said softly. "Kitchen area?" The man barely looked up.
"Second floor," he replied.
"Service corridor on the left."
"Thank you," N2Four said with a polite smile.
She moved on.
As she walked, her fingers slipped into her apron pocket.
She pulled out a slim device—no larger than a phone, smooth and black, with no visible buttons. It looked ordinary.
It wasn't.
Interesting, she thought.
They scanned my bag at the entrance… and didn't detect you. Thanks to that boy who create this device. Here's she activated the device.
The screen lit up—symbols cascading like flowing code. Access request initiated.
She tapped once.
Scanning building network…
Her footsteps never slowed. Security layers detected. Camera grid identified.
surveillance: minimal. She raised an eyebrow. Confident management, she noted. Or careless.
She reached the staircase and ascended to the second floor.
Halfway up—
Access granted.
The device vibrated gently.
A three-dimensional map unfolded on the screen—every floor, every corridor, every restricted zone revealed in glowing blue lines.
Cameras blinked into view. One by one, they turned green. Full control established.
N2Four's lips curved into a faint smile.
So this is your fortress, she thought.
Let's see how long it lasts.
She slipped the device back into her pocket and continued walking.
The moment N2Four stepped into the kitchen, chaos greeted her.
Steam filled the air. Pans clanged.
Knives struck chopping boards in rapid rhythm. Dozens of cooks moved like soldiers on a battlefield.
At the center of it all stood the chief cook, his face red with fury.
"Why isn't the dish ready yet?!" he shouted.
"Move faster! This isn't a street stall!"
Another cook scrambled, hands shaking, trying to fix a ruined plate.
"Where are the fruits?!" the chief barked again.
Then his eyes fell on N2Four.
His expression shifted instantly.
He walked toward her, his voice suddenly sweet.
"Oh! You've arrived, ma'am. Good, good," he said with a forced smile.
"Would you like something to drink? Tea? Juice?"
N2Four kept her face calm.
"No, sir," she replied softly.
"I'm not hungry."
The smile vanished.
The chief cook turned sharply toward the other staff, then back at her—anger flashing in his eyes.
"Not hungry?" he snapped.
"Am I joking here? Or do you think this job is a joke?"
The kitchen went quieter.
"No, sir," N2Four said quickly.
He stepped closer, towering over her.
"Then why are you late on your first days of work?"
"How will you do your job properly if this is how you start?"
For a moment, her instincts screamed to react. But she didn't.
She lowered her eyes slightly and spoke in a calm, controlled voice.
"I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again."
He stared at her.
"Your name?"
He reached for her ID card, reading it aloud.
"Ananya."
He pointed a finger at her chest.
"Listen, Ananya. I don't treat men and women differently here. Everyone works the same."
Then he exhaled sharply.
"I'm letting this go because I don't have time for discipline today."
"Tomorrow is a big event, and we're preparing sample dishes right now."
He turned away, barking orders again.
"All of you—focus! This food must be perfect!"
N2Four stood silently, eyes lowered.
After few minutes, She thought carefully.
I need to get out of this room.
I can't move freely in this building wearing her identity. It's risky for me.
I have to cover my face… and find a reason to leave.
At that moment, the last of the sample dishes were completed. Other cooks placed the plates neatly onto a large serving cart, adjusting covers and labels.
The chief cook inspected everything, then turned sharply. "Hey, Ananya!"
N2Four looked up instantly.
"Yes, sir?"
He pointed toward the cart.
"Take this to ma'am's room," he ordered.
"Fourth floor. Right-side corridor. Last room."
He handed her a pen and a small notepad.
"Miss Rati 'll taste everything. If she wants any item removed, note it down and come back immediately."
N2Four nodded. "Understood, sir."
As she reached for the cart, she deliberately sneezed, turning her face slightly away.
The chief cook snapped.
"What.... what was that?!"
"Sorry, sir," she said quickly, lowering her head. "Just a little cold."
He frowned." little Cold ... Ohhh.. Why always I have to face this type of people, Not good," he muttered.
Then he tossed her a mask.
"Wear this. Hygiene matters."
She said sorry again and slipped it on at once.
"And don't forget," he added, his voice dropping to a stern warning. "If she asks who prepared this tasty food. "than you have to say this preparation was oversee personally by chief cook Vikas Kapoor.
"Yes, sir," N2Four replied calmly.
She pushed the serving cart out of the kitchen, wheels rolling softly across the floor.
As the doors closed behind her, her eyes sharpened above the mask.
As the cart rolled forward, N2Four spoke silently to herself.
This chief cook… such a temper. Okay for now , Focus.. focus Control yourself. This is good. I finally have a chance to do my real work.
Her eyes sharpened above the mask, alert and calculating.
While walking, she subtly slipped her hand into her sleeve and pulled out a small concealed device. Her thumb brushed its surface once.
Command accepted.
Within seconds, every surveillance camera in the building lost her image.
No lens captured her face.
No recording showed where she was going.
She didn't exist on video anymore.
Reaching the fourth floor, she turned right, just as instructed. The corridor was quiet. Too quiet.
One door stood directly in front of her.
This must be it.
She reached for the handle—
"Hey! Stop!"
A servant woman rushed toward her from behind.
"Don't open that door!" the woman said sharply.
N2Four turned calmly.
"I have to go inside, Miss Rati," she replied evenly.
The servant shook her head.
"No. This room is not allowed for staff. Ma'am's room is that one."
She pointed to another door a few steps away.
"Oh—my mistake," N2Four said softly.
The servant's eyes narrowed. She glanced at the ID card hanging from N2Four's neck.
"Ananya," she read aloud.
Then, with a slight nod, she added,
"New joining, right?"
N2Four gave a small, polite smile beneath the mask. "Yes, ma'am."
The servant relaxed, stepping aside.
" Okay, Behave properly infront of her . If she don't like you will out from this job and Be careful next time , Some rooms are restricted." "I understand," She replied.
As she pushed the cart toward the correct door.
The room was a gallery of epochs. Paintings covered every inch of the walls—oils, charcoals, abstract strokes, and ancient styles hailing from distant cultures. Some shimmered with gold leaf; others whispered of darkness and forgotten myths. Every piece carried weight, value, and history.
Near the center of the room, a woman stood before a sprawling canvas, completely absorbed. Her fingers moved with graceful confidence, the brush gliding as if the painting itself were guiding her hand.
On the opposite side, lounging on a black sofa, sat a man. Calm. Hands folded. His eyes were fixed not on the paint work, but on the woman creating it. There was admiration in his gaze… but something far more dangerous hidden in his silence.
Here , N2Four gently nudged the cart to the threshold. She raised her hand to knock against the open doorframe.
Before her knuckles could graze the wood, the man lifted a single finger.
Stop.
Then, a subtle beckoning motion. Come in. Quietly.
N2Four paused for half a breath. Click. Something snapped into place in her mind.
Target confirmed: Miss Rati , her age approximately 29 to 30 .
Her gaze flicked imperceptibly to the sofa. But who is the variable? Handsome, poised… and good clothes style. I don't think he is a staff who work here .
Her instincts sharpened.
She rolled the cart in, the silence thick in the air. The faint squeak of a wheel finally caught the painter's attention.
The woman turned quickly, her eyes sharp and bright.
"Hey," she said, wiping a smudge of paint from her thumb. "Why are you two lurking in the silence?"
The man smiled faintly and stood, buttoning his jacket.
"You looked lost in your work, Rati," he said smoothly. " So, I don't want to disturb you while you're working.
Rati laughed, a light, melodic sound. "Oh, come on, Siddharth. I wasn't that lost. You give me too much credit."
As , N2Four lowered her gaze respectfully, sensing the opening to speak.
"Ma'am," she interjected softly, her voice muffled slightly by the mask. "I have brought the food samples for your approval."
Here, Miss Rati smiled softly as she glanced at Siddharth.
"What a perfect moment," she said warmly. "We can have some food together."
Siddharth shook his head with a faint smile.
"I'm already full. You can taste the samples."
His eyes drifted—not to the food—but to the waiter girl.
His gaze sharpened.
"Why is your face covered?" he asked calmly.
N2Four replied without hesitation, her voice steady.
"My health isn't good today, sir."
Siddharth leaned back slightly.
"Then you should be resting at home."
Before the silence could thicken, Rati stepped in.
"If she wants to work, let her," she said casually.
Then, turning to N2Four, she added,
"Place the dishes on the table—right in front of Siddharth."
"Yes, ma'am," N2Four replied.
As she arranged the plates, she could feel it—
A pressure in the air.
Invisible. Heavy.
Like Siddharth's presence itself was feeding on the space around him.
While N2Four worked quietly, Miss Rati and Siddharth continued talking.
"By the way, Siddharth," Rati said, dipping her brush into fresh paint,
"after two months, you finally came to meet me—just before the art and painting auction event."
Siddharth smiled faintly.
"Work kept me busy."
Rati picked up another brush, her tone curious.
"Busy doing what?"
"You're the one who gave me the CEO position," Siddharth replied evenly.
"Running a social media empire isn't a child's game."
Rati nodded.
"That's true."
A brief pause.
Then Siddharth asked, almost casually,
"Did you hear about the cursed coin incident ?" Rati turned slightly.
"Yes. But did you manage to control the situation?"
Siddharth's lips curved—not into a smile, but something colder.
" Yes," he said proudly. "I showed my power. which results, few buildings were destroyed at that location," he continued.
"And I personally warned that centaur who work under Chairman Kamal."
Rati frowned slightly but smile little.
"How i forgot where you will be there destruction will also come there . By the way, When did that incident happen?"
Siddharth tilted his head, thinking.
"About nine or ten days ago."
Her voice hardened. "And you didn't come to see me then?"
Siddharth's expression turned serious.
"When I fought the cursed-coin demon," he said, "My hand was burned and badly injured."
N2Four's fingers tightened briefly around the tray.
"At that moment," Siddharth continued,
"I realized something was missing within me. I needed more power… more skill."
His eyes darkened, voice lowering.
"So during those ten days, I searched for someone with a healing-body ability."
"I found them."
"I took that power."
"And made it my own."
The room felt colder.
Miss rati looked at his hand. "So… you're fine now?" He raised his hand slightly, aura flickering like heat over stone.
"Perfectly fine," he said with quiet arrogance smile.
"Would you like to see how I killed the one who possessed that healing skill? I have that recording". "No," she said firmly.
"Thank you. That won't be necessary."
She paused, for few seconds think a little than she speak.
"Do you remember about that elf named Cetana?" she asked quietly.
Siddharth looked at her, slightly surprised.
"Yes. That elve lady from the forest," he replied.
"She was involved in trade—exporting magical items and weapons. Through her, we acquired several rare artifacts."
He frowned slightly. "Why? What happened?" She lowered her brush and turned toward him. "Today, I saw a post from Ravin's account," she said.
"It said that Cetana is no longer alive or we say she is dead now."
Siddharth's expression shifted—confusion mixed with suspicion.
"How do you know Ravin? And did you followed him on social media " he asked sharply.
"And what if he's spreading false information?"
Rati met his gaze calmly.
"He works under Deva and Olivia," she replied.
"And I've met him personally one time. Because of Olivia , she only given introduction about he is very creative person" She hesitated, then added,
"There were two photographs attached to the post. I will show you."
As Rati finished speaking about the two photographs attached to the post, N2Four stepped forward respectfully.
"Ma'am, please eat," she said softly.
"I have to go also ." She looked at her than nodded. "Alright." N2Four already placed the dishes neatly on the table. "I specially recommend the Dahi Bhalla, ma'am. It's prepared by our chief cook, Vikas Kapoor."
Rati smiled warmly and took a bite.
"Delicious," she said, then began sampling the rest—Masala Papad, Bhel Puri, and fried delights like Pakoras and Aloo Tikki.
At that moment, Siddharth glanced toward the large canvas near the window.
"By the way," he said casually,
"what painting are you working on? It's look like, a shirtless man… who catched a shark fish which is hanging into fishing rod mid-air on a luxurious private ship? Wow great painting"
Rati's expression softened.
"For me," she replied, inhaling gently,
"this is my most precious creation."
She looked at the painting with quiet devotion."It took three weeks and four days to complete."
Siddharth tilted his head.
"Who is this man?"
"And if you're painting him, why not draw his face and front view ?" She took a deep breath. Her fingers trembled slightly.
"He is someone who cannot be explained in words," she said quietly.
"And I cannot paint his front view… because if I do—"
Her voice faltered. "I won't be able to control myself anymore. I would leave everything just to meet him."
Siddharth slowly stood up from the sofa. His presence shifted—the air around him subtly tightening.
"Rati," he said firmly,
"you're like my own sister. Tell me honestly—do you love this man?"
She looked at him, tears forming in her eyes.
"Yes," she whispered. "I love him… more than myself."
Siddharth's eyes widened slightly.
"Seriously?"
"Then why haven't you told him?"
Rati let out a bitter smile as a tear rolled down her cheek.
"I told him," she said.
"I proposed to him—three times."
Her voice broke.
"He rejected me every time."
Siddharth's aura flared—subtle, controlled, but dangerous.
A faint pressure filled the room.
"Tell me who he is," he said coldly.
"Where does he live?"
He stepped forward.
"I promise you—he will accept your proposal.
That's my guarantee."
Rati laughed softly, trying to hold herself together.
"Nice joke," she said.
"But you're saying this because you haven't met him yet."
She looked straight into Siddharth's eyes.
"With your current level," she continued calmly,
"you cannot stand against him. Not with power… not with money."
She gestured toward the painting.
"He is like a banyan tree—
and we are merely small plants growing around it."
At that moment, Siddharth's expression changed.
A challenger's light ignited in his eyes.
His aura sharpened—focused, predatory.
"Where can I meet this man?" he asked slowly.
"And what is his name?"
Rati hesitated.
"You won't believe it," she said.
"He is not from this world… " She turned toward the painting. "I can't share many details now .
But his name is written there."
Unnoticed, N2Four listened carefully from the doorway.
Siddharth stepped closer to the painting, studying every detail.
Then he saw it.
On the man's left hand, etched like fate itself— a tattoo.
JAKE
The moment Siddharth read the name, he stepped back
The air shifted again. This time—heavier.
"Jake…" he repeated, his voice low, serious, burning with intent.