Feroz sat there—
Frozen.
His mind refused to settle.
Everything Mrs Aliya had just told him…
Didn't feel real.
It felt like a dream.
A nightmare.
Or something far worse—
Reality.
"Who are these people…?"
His voice trembled.
"…that are after me?"
Mrs Aliya's expression darkened.
"They are part of a secret organization."
A pause.
"One that has existed for centuries."
Feroz's eyes narrowed slightly.
"They have been searching for people like you."
"People with your gift."
Her voice dropped even lower.
"They believe…"
"…whoever controls this power…"
"…can control the world."
Silence.
A cold chill ran through Feroz's body.
There were people out there—
Willing to destroy everything…
Just to possess what he had.
Something he didn't even understand yet.
His fists tightened.
He had to protect himself.
And more importantly—
Anyone who might get hurt because of him.
"What do I do now?"
He asked quickly.
Urgency filled his voice.
Mrs Aliya didn't hesitate.
"We keep you hidden."
"We keep you alive."
She looked straight into his eyes.
"I have a plan."
A pause.
"But it's risky."
Her tone turned serious.
"Are you willing to take that chance?"
Feroz didn't think twice.
He nodded.
He had already lost too much.
Fear no longer controlled him.
Mrs Aliya took a deep breath.
And began explaining everything.
They would leave this place.
Disappear.
No names.
No identity.
No connection to the outside world.
Only survival.
Feroz listened carefully.
Every word mattered.
It was dangerous.
Unpredictable.
But he didn't hesitate.
He had nothing left to lose.
As they stepped out of the orphanage—
Feroz paused for a moment.
His eyes moved slowly across the place.
The walls.
The silence.
The memories.
This was where he grew up.
And now—
He was leaving it behind.
For good.
He turned away.
And kept walking.
The streets were dark.
Quiet.
Almost lifeless.
But something felt wrong.
Feroz could feel it.
That feeling—
Of being watched.
He looked around.
Nothing.
No one.
But the feeling didn't go away.
Then—
A sound.
Footsteps.
Both of them stopped.
Slowly—
They turned back.
Feroz's heart skipped.
A man stood there.
Dressed in black.
Suit.
Hat covering most of his face.
Exactly—
What Mrs Aliya had warned him about.
"Quick—this way!"
She whispered urgently.
She grabbed his arm—
And pulled him toward a narrow alley.
They ran.
Fast.
Their footsteps echoed in the silence.
Hearts pounding.
Breathing heavy.
Feroz couldn't believe it.
This was real.
They were being hunted.
As they turned a corner—
They stopped.
Another man.
Black suit.
Standing still.
Waiting.
Feroz tried to turn back—
But it was too late.
More footsteps.
Behind them.
He looked around.
One.
Two.
Three.
They were surrounded.
A trap.
Perfectly planned.
Feroz's heart sank.
For the first time—
Since all of this began—
He felt it again.
Fear.
Real fear.
He didn't know how—
He didn't know when—
But they had walked straight into it.
And now—
There was no way out.