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Untill I Met You

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The chase was a lie. He knew it, and they knew it. Yet still, they ran—a spectral pack of wild animals, their forms shifting like shadows, their teeth glinting with a hatred born of collective judgment. They were not real, but the terror was. Every footfall on the pavement was a drumbeat against his sanity, a grim rhythm of a mistake he hadn’t committed. The specters of blame and venomous whispers were an old, familiar poison in his veins. Run, Gyan. Don’t look back. The words, his mother's voice a fragile anchor in the storm of his mind, echoed the very terror that drove him. But how could he not look back? The six-year-old girl’s face was seared into his memory, a perpetual stain on his soul. He had not hurt her, but he was blamed all the same. The rumor had grown its own fangs, and now it hunted him. He rounded a corner, gasping for air, his lungs burning. The pack was closing in, a low growl rising in the humid air. He could feel their phantom breath on his neck, the cold press of a lie. Desperate, he crashed through an ornate wooden gate, the hinges screaming in protest. He stumbled into a small, manicured courtyard, the scent of jasmine and rain-soaked earth a sudden, jarring calm. And then, he saw her. She was a sanctuary in the center of the chaos, a woman sculpted from stillness itself. Her eyes, a startling shade of serene gray, were fixed on him. She was in her thirties, her dark hair a fluid cascade over a simple, elegant dress. The chaos he was running from seemed to dissolve in the cool, distant luminescence of her gaze. A voice, soft as a sigh, pulled him from the edge of his panic. "Gyan… Gyan." His head snapped up. It was his mother, her face etched with a familiar despair. “A bad dream again?” she asked, her voice trembling. She sat beside him on the worn sofa, her hand gently tracing the lines of his face. He blinked, the vision of the courtyard fading, the feral scent of the chase replaced by the clean smell of his childhood home. He nodded, the phantom chase finally releasing its grip. "The girl was coming to see you again," his mother continued, her voice heavy with a worry he knew all too well. "I told her you were sleeping." His heart clenched. The girl. Not the one from the past, but the one his mother kept trying to set him up with. The daughter of her old friend. "Mom," he said, his voice flat. "I've told you. I have no interest in any girl, let alone someone who wants to talk about that place and those… events." His mother sighed, her blue eyes, so much like his own, filled with a sadness he couldn't stand. "You can’t run from it forever, Gyan. You can't let a decade of hate ruin the rest of your life. The girl... she just wants to help." Gyan looked away, his jaw tight. Help? How could she help him escape a chase that was all in his head, a nightmare that felt more real than his own life? How could she see the phantom pack that ran just behind him, their teeth bared, waiting for the day he finally tripped and they could tear him apart? He felt a new kind of dread settle in the pit of his stomach. They were getting closer. He knew it. And this time, they weren't the only ones closing in.
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Chapter 1 - The beginning

'Run—Gyan—Run—Don't look back!' The command echoed in the young boy's mind. Approximately six years old, Gyan ran, his small body bracing his mother's weight. They were being chased by wild, monstrous animals, their growls closing in behind them. Everyone who saw them would've wondered how they ended up in this forest, since the forest was very far from the city. Gyan, who was only six years old, had to pay for someone else's mistake.

He hadn't committed the crime, but the burden of his father's sins was now his own. Even though he didn't deserve it, he had to be on his guard. Despite all the suffering he had to bear for bringing his mother along, he decided not to leave her, even in this forest. They were being hunted by wild animals. The hunt was intentional.

It was not a random encounter. As they were being chased, a large, dark stone was thrown at them. The stone hit a tree, and it fell right infront of them. They were struck by the stone, and they tripped. He saw the wolves pouncing at them,their gazes malicious, wanting to have them as their prey.

"Gyan! Gyan! Gyan!" Gyan's eyes flew open. His whole body was soaked in sweat. He was still in the forest, but it was just a dream. He looked around. There she was. The face that he still recognised till today. Even after so many years time seemed to have had no effect on her. She looked like a woman in her thirties. She emanated an elegant and charming aura and had a gentle temperament. A smile hung on her lips that made her look like a celestial being. Her hair was tied into a bun.

She had blue eyes that seemed to match her temper and elegance. She smiled as Gyan turned his head and gave her a look. "What is it?" the woman asked. "A bad dream, again, son?" the woman said, her voice like a song. "What is it, Mom?" Gyan asked not bothering to answer her question. It has been ten years since they arrived in this town. Gyan's coming of age ceremony was about to take place.

Even after so long, tue same dreams have been haunting Gyan.Gyan has constantly had the same nightmare every night since that day when the decision was made. Gyan had the same blue eyes as his mother and had a handsome face. Apart from his eyes, he had inherited most of his mother's mature traits. He was tall which was quite rare for boys his age and he had a delicate physique that made his seem more girlish.It could be said that he could be the dream boy of any girl. And he was seen as so in his current school. Many girls had written him letters, but he had not proposed to any girl yet, and this decision was his. His mother had long decided not to interfere with her son's relationships . "Son, you should not worry about that place and those events. They should be buried in the past," his mother said.Gyan nodded his head and his mother left him alone.

After an hour, Gyan left the room dressed in an executive tuxedo. "Mom, what do we have for breakfast?" Gyan asked as he sat on the chair in the dining room, taking an apple .

"After having breakfast, Gyan, you should head to the office," his mother said as she served the breakfast. Despite being one of the richest family in the city, Gyan's family had few servants and they were mostly for cleaning. "I will make sure to drop by in the office before making it to the university, " Gyan replied. He was driven by his personal bodyguard, Lucas. Lucas had a small stature but he was no less taller than Gyan and his muscles were a bit more pronounced as compared to Gyan. He could not be described as weak, but he was too strong that it was scary at times. "So, you have a meeting with the board members in the next hour at the Serene Hotel. After that, you have been invited to attend a meeting with the Huttons to finalize the journey and to also discuss the patnership between the two companies." Lucas informed him as they were heading towards the company. "Okay, but the meeting should be short as I have to be in school in the next six hours." "No worries, we have a plane ready to take us to Orange City at night.I have the tickets ready," Lucas said. "We are heading to the airport to get there as soon as possible so when I leave school everything should be prepared," Gyan said. "Do we have to use the airport?" Lucas asked. "Yes, we have to." The journey to the company was about thirty minutes so Gyan arrived early. Everything was already in place and the board members were already waiting for him. He did not stay in the meeting for long before he left with Lucas after about an hour. "Sir, why don't you use the company's place, it is more convenient?" Lucas asked. "No need, I will just use the public planes," Gyan said as he alighted from the car.

It was not easy for Gyan to become a successful businessman especially considering his age. But he had another identity that few knew about. He hid his true identity from many such that many people would dare to associate him with his hidden identity. He went to a private place that was only accessible to him.