Avni replayed the training footage, carefully studying Akash's movements. His control over his emotions was impressive, but just before he attacked her, she noticed a sharp change in his eyes. For a brief moment, he had looked like a predator hunting its prey, with his attention fixed entirely on killing her.
She paused the recording and leaned closer to examine his face. His movements were rough, and his technique lacked refinement, yet his instincts were far better than she had expected. A faint smile appeared on her lips as she shook her head.
"This bastard has real talent, but he's still a complete idiot." — Avni
Avni resumed the footage and stopped it when Akash launched his kick toward her ribs. She replayed the moment in slow motion, studying the rotation of his body and the unusual movement of his leg. The technique reminded her of Capoeira, an old Brazilian martial art known for its distinctive kicks and fluid movements. However, his file contained no record of him learning any martial art.
"Where the hell did you learn that move?" — Avni
Curious about his background, Avni picked up Akash's file and examined his childhood records. She discovered that he was an orphan who had been adopted by several families. At least four families had adopted him when he was around five years old, but he had not stayed with them for long. A similar pattern appeared in his records from when he was around ten, making her wonder why so many families had given up on him.
The next section caught her attention. When Akash was eleven, an American family had adopted him and kept him for approximately seven years. Unlike the previous families, they had not abandoned him; he had chosen to leave America and return to India himself. Avni checked the dates again, but the file offered no clear explanation for his decision.
"You stayed with them for seven years and then came back to India on your own. What made you leave, Akash?" — Avni
She placed the file beside the computer and reviewed his current residence and activities. His unusual instincts and unexpected Capoeira movement did not fit the picture presented by his records. The more she examined his past, the more determined she became to uncover the truth.
A confident smile spread across her face as she leaned back in her chair and looked at his image on the screen.
"When will you finally come to me, Akash? The day you lay a hand on me will be your last day." — Avni
One month later,
Inside a large classroom, a beautiful professor stood in front of more than forty students, explaining the history of human civilization and how people had gradually developed from ancient societies into the modern world. A few students listened carefully and took notes, while most of the boys seemed more interested in her beauty than her lecture.
"Bro, how is someone supposed to concentrate when the professor looks like that?" — Student 1
"Exactly! I've been trying to listen for the past twenty minutes, but my attention keeps wandering back to her." — Student 2
"At least pretend you're studying. If she catches you staring, you'll be in trouble." — Student 3
Just then, four boys approached their group. One of them glanced toward the last bench, where Akash sat alone with earphones in his ears, watching something on his mobile. His expression turned sour as he remembered how several girls had shown interest in Akash since the first day, even though he barely spoke to anyone.
"Look at that guy. He barely talks to anyone, yet the girls keep noticing him. What makes him so special?" — Student 4
"That's what annoys me. We try to get their attention, but he ignores everyone and still gets noticed." — Student 5
"Maybe he thinks he's better than us. Someone should teach him a lesson." — Student 6
"Agreed. Let's see how long he keeps acting like he doesn't care about anyone." — Student 7
While the boys continued whispering about Akash, he remained busy watching a martial arts video on his mobile phone. He had little interest in the lecture and preferred learning something useful rather than listening to the history of human civilization.
Suddenly, someone snatched his phone from his hand, and a stern voice came from beside him.
"If you don't like my lectures so much, you can leave my class." — Professor
Akash looked up and saw that the person holding his phone was none other than the beautiful professor. He stood up as she began reprimanding him in front of the entire class, using his behaviour as an example to warn the other students against making the same mistake.
"Everyone should pay attention to this. If you come to class, you are expected to listen to the lecture instead of wasting your time on your mobile phone. I don't want anyone else repeating this mistake." — Professor
The professor continued lecturing Akash while he waited for her to finish. He couldn't understand why she was making such a big issue out of him watching a video on his phone.
"If you're done, can you please return my phone to me? And as you said, I can leave your class, so I can leave." — Akash
After some time, Akash was walking straight toward the library, muttering to himself about what had happened.
"I had just asked for my phone. Why did she get so angry? Do adults really talk like this?" — Akash
Meanwhile, inside the teachers' staff room, the same history professor was still upset. She took a water bottle from her shelf and emptied it in one go, hoping to calm herself down.
Just then, one of her colleagues passed by and noticed her finishing the entire bottle at once. She approached her, and as the professor placed the empty bottle back on the shelf, her colleague put a hand on her shoulder.
Suddenly, the professor screamed loudly and began shouting in panic.
"Stay away from me! Stay away from me!" — Professor
Before anyone could understand what was happening, she fainted. Her colleague immediately called for help, and the other teachers and professors rushed over. They quickly carried the unconscious professor to the nearby nurse's room for medical attention.
On another planet, inside a large mansion, an old man sat in a spacious room with a tablet in his hand. He was reviewing information about someone, his expression growing serious as he went through the details on the screen. After finishing the report, he leaned back in his chair and muttered to himself.
"So, someone is trying to investigate you? Don't worry. I'll find out who has the courage to dig into your information." — Old Man
The old man continued looking at the tablet, already thinking about how to uncover the identity of the person behind the investigation. Just then, the door opened, and a man wearing a black suit entered the room. He held a tablet of his own and approached the old man with a respectful expression.
"Sir, we have discovered who was trying to obtain information about Young Master A—" — Man in Black
Before the man could finish speaking, the old man shot him a dangerous look. The man's words stopped immediately, and fear appeared on his face. He quickly bowed his head and apologized, realizing that he had almost made a serious mistake by attempting to speak the Young Master's full name.
"I'm sorry, sir. I understand my mistake. I will never speak the Young Master's full name again." — Man in Black
The old man continued staring at him for a moment before allowing him to proceed. The man then explained who had been trying to obtain the Young Master's information and handed over his tablet so that the old man could examine the report himself.
The old man took the tablet and carefully read through the information. As soon as he discovered the identity of the person responsible, his expression turned cold. He looked at the name on the screen, a hint of disbelief appearing in his eyes, before speaking in a low voice.
"Have the days of the Shergill family finally come to an end?" — Old Man