After some times.
The bell rang, meaning class was over. Krishna felt nervous but wanted to talk to Radha.
He decided to try asking her.
"Hey," Krishna started, his voice a bit shaky. "Since our next class is free, would you like me to show you around the campus? I'm new to all this, so I thought it would be good to see everything.
" He was really scared she'd say no.
Radha's Thoughts:Radha thought to herself, He's so nervous about talking to me.
It's funny.
She heard Krishna ask about the campus tour.
Radha smiled a little on the inside, thinking, Yes, I like this too. She nodded and said, "Yes, that sounds nice.
"Krishna's Relief:Krishna felt very happy that she agreed.
She didn't say no!"Okay, great! Let's go," he said, relieved
.Walking and Talking:They left the classroom together and started walking around the campus.
Radha asked, "What's your name?
""Krishna," he replied."Oh, that's a nice name," she said. Then she asked, "What does your family do?"
Krishna answered, "My dad runs a business, and my mom is a housewife.
""And your family?" Krishna asked her.
Radha replied, "My dad is the CEO of a big tech company.
My mom is the CEO of a huge medicine company.
"Krishna was very surprised. She's a billionaire's daughter?
Why is she even here then? he thought.
"If your family is so rich, why are you studying here and not somewhere else?
" he asked, confused.
Radha's Answer:Radha thought to herself, I'm here because of you, silly.
She replied out loud, "It's about family reasons," keeping it simple.
Krishna just nodded. "Oh, okay," he said, not asking more questions.
Just then, the bell rang again, meaning their free period was over.
They walked back to the classroom.
The other boys saw Krishna and Radha together.
They were very jealous but couldn't do anything about it.
Krishna was the best-looking boy, and Radha was the most beautiful girl.
Everyone thought they were a perfect match.
No one dared to talk to Radha because she seemed to hate all other guys.
Time passed and The final bell of the day rang, a loud, insistent signal that sent a wave of students surging towards the exits. Krishna felt a pang of relief as the lecture hall emptied, the intense weight of mortal eyes finally easing. He and Radha had remained seated for a moment longer, a silent acknowledgment of the shared experience, of the unspoken connection that the campus tour had solidified.
The air still thrummed with the residual tension from everyone else's stares, but between them, a different understanding was forming.
Krishna said, his voice a little strained. He felt a faint, lingering blush on his neck, a testament to his confusion and fascination with Radha.
As they stood and began to walk towards the main gate, Krishna's gaze swept over the milling students. His eyes, though appearing normal, felt different today—sharper, more observant, as if a latent ability was stirring. It was then that he saw it.
A low-slung, obsidian-black luxury sedan parked discreetly across the street, its tinted windows reflecting the late afternoon sun. It felt… out of place. Too clean, too still amidst the general chaos of student departures.
Radha saying good bye to krishna and walk to that car.
That car… a strange impulse seized him.
He focused, and in his vision, a faint, almost pixelated overlay flickered into existence around the driver and a hulking figure leaning against the passenger door.
"Radha, wait!" Krishna called out, his voice sharper than he intended.
He felt a prickle of instinct, a warning he couldn't articulate.
Something is wrong with those men.Radha, who had already begun walking towards the sedan with her usual grace, paused.
She turned, a slight frown creasing her brow, perhaps sensing Krishna's urgency rather than understanding his spectral vision.
As she turned, the man leaning against the passenger door moved with unnatural speed.
He was out of the car and closing the distance to Radha before Krishna could even take a step.
Without a word, the man produced a pristine white napkin, and with a practiced, brutal efficiency, clamped it over Radha's mouth and nose.
Radha gasped, a muffled sound of shock and struggle. Her heightened senses, even when sealed, would have immediately recognized the potent, cloying scent of chloroform.
Her eyes widened, her beautiful features distorting in a silent plea.
Krishna surged forward, adrenaline flooding him. "Radha!" he yelled, pushing past a group of gawking students.
He reached for her, his human body driven by an instinct far older and deeper than his sealed memories.
But before he could intercept the man with Radha, another figure emerged from the car's driver's side.
This one moved with a simian, brutal grace. A heavy object— Krishna's vision flickered, displaying a tiny icon of a blunt weapon, its "damage stat" alarmingly high—swung with an unseen force.
Krishna's last sensation was of a searing impact on the side of his head, a blinding white flash, and the world dissolving into a dizzying darkness.
The last thing his fading consciousness registered was the scent of jasmine being abruptly cut off, and the terrifying sensation of being dragged, along with Radha, into the suffocating darkness of that luxurious car.
The engine roared to life, and the vehicle sped away, losing itself in the flow of traffic, leaving only bewildered students and the faint, lingering scent of gasoline and something unsettlingly artificial.
Darkness. A dull ache throbbed at the side of Krishna's head, a relentless drumbeat against the ringing in his ears.
He tried to move, and a sharp, unfamiliar stiffness in his limbs reminded him he wasn't in his home.
The last thing he remembered was a blinding flash of pain, the smell of chloroform, and the terrifying feeling of being dragged. Jasmine. He could still faintly detect the scent, a faint, almost chemical sweetness underneath the stale air.
Then, a voice, cool and clear, cut through the fog in his mind.
"Krishna? Are you awake?
"Radha.
He forced his eyes open. It wasn't a cave or a dungeon.
They were lying on a rough, grey canvas tarp on a concrete floor. The air was cold, dry, and carried the faint metallic tang common in industrial settings. Bare fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a stark, unflattering glow on the windowless room.
It looked like an abandoned warehouse or a disused storage unit.
Krishna pushed himself up, his head swimming.
He saw Radha lying a few feet away, already sitting up, brushing non-existent dust from her simple yet elegant clothing. Her eyes, though looking tired and her face pale, held that same unnerving intelligence he'd noticed earlier.
"Radha! Are you okay?"
To be continue.