Chapter 20 The Edge of Truth
Aarav sat at the dining table like a lost sailor adrift in a familiar sea. His eyes were fixed on the dal chawal congealing on his plate but his mind was far away tangled in forests hidden labs and words like Project Kalachakra. Arushi caught the hollow look in his eyes.
What is wrong Aarav. Why so quiet. Her voice held that specific blend of concern and sisterly scolding.
Nothing Didi. Just tired Aarav said forcing a smile that did not reach his eyes.
Here you like dal chawal right. Eat. Pushpa Didi please serve him.
Pushpa Didi spooned food onto his plate. Didi you sit too Arushi insisted.
How can I beti Pushpa demurred.
Bhaskar's low voice settled it. Sit beti. Eat with us. You worked hard to make this. Join us.
Pushpa Didi finally sat and the four of them began to eat. A pleasant hum of conversation filled the air Bhaskar's travel anecdotes Arushi's college gossip old memories a comforting background noise. But Aarav was miles away from that hum. He was on the other side of a wall where words like Team Shakti Rakshak and Aagya Sangathan (the Aagya organization) performed a dangerous dance.
Bhaskar's eyes kept drifting to his son's preoccupied face. Aarav beta eat he said gently.
Yes Papa Aarav replied beginning to eat mechanically.
After the meal as Aarav sat entangled in his thoughts his door opened. Bhaskar entered closing the door softly behind him. The air in the room shifted grew denser.
Beta you did well not to speak in front of Arushi Bhaskar began his voice low and serious. But you must be careful. The people at Aagya Sangathan will go to any lengths to keep their secrets. Aarav beta watch your back.
I will Papa Aarav said the promise feeling thin.
After Bhaskar left Aarav watched him from the window. Should I tell him. About the power. About being a Devanshik (a divinely blessed one who wields divine power). But would he understand. Or would he see me as just another experiment. The questions were a ceaseless tide. The day spent in the uneasy company of his family finally bled into night.
Aarav woke at six a vague disquiet clinging to him from his dreams. He got ready. By seven he was in the garden where Bhaskar sat soaking in the frail morning sun. Arushi was nearby watering the plants.
Aarav joined them. Arushi handed him a cup of tea. The warmth of the chai and the morning quiet almost made everything feel normal.
Aarav how is college Bhaskar asked.
It is fine Papa. I am heading there soon. But first I need to see Kiyan. I have some business with him.
Alright Bhaskar said though a flicker of caution passed through his eyes.
Arushi chimed in Wait. Pushpa Didi is making breakfast. Eat before you go.
Bhaskar nodded in agreement. Yes beta have breakfast first.
Aarav could not refuse. He ate quickly each bite feeling like a delay. The moment the last morsel was gone he stood up.
Where is the fire Arushi asked.
Important work Didi he said and was out the door swinging his leg over his bike. 9 30 AM.
He sped to college parking just outside the main gate. He remained on his bike his eyes scanning every face that entered or exited a hunter waiting for specific prey.
Hey Aarav. So early. What is up Nayan's voice broke his concentration.
Nothing just Aarav muttered his gaze never leaving the gate.
Why are you staring at the gate like a hawk.
No reason.
Just then Karishma arrived her smile bright. Were you two waiting for me.
Aarav started No I was just but Nayan cut in Yes. Who else.
Yeah just you Aarav said distractedly.
Come on we have dance practice Karishma said grabbing both their arms to pull them along.
Wait Karishma Aarav said his eyes locked on the far end of the corridor.
But Karishma did not listen tugging harder.
And then from that far end of the corridor Kiyan appeared. His walk was slow his eyes downcast. But the moment Aarav saw him a wave of relief and desperate need washed over his face. His smile was instant genuine stripping away months of confusion in a heartbeat.
Aarav pulled his hand free from Karishma's grip. He took a decisive step. He walked straight towards Kiyan parting the crowd of students without seeing them. Without a word he took Kiyan's hand in his. The touch was cool definite.
I need to talk to you Aarav said his voice leaving no room for argument.
And then he pulled him away. Kiyan offered no resistance. He simply let himself be led his golden eyes fixed on Aarav's profile reading the anxiety and determination warring there. Karishma and Nayan were left standing stunned. Conversations around them died as all eyes followed the unexpected sight the ordinary looking Aarav decisively leading the enigmatic Kiyan away.
Aarav marched them out of the campus gate straight to his bike. He started it and nodded towards the back. Kiyan wordlessly climbed on. The bike roared to life weaving through city streets until the noise faded heading towards a secluded spot by the river.
They stopped where the water murmured and birdsong was the only conversation. Aarav killed the engine. They dismounted. Once again Aarav took Kiyan's hand and led him to the riverbank where the water flowed in a slow constant sigh.
Kiyan Aarav began his breath slightly quickened. I need to tell you something.
Kiyan looked at him with those golden eyes an unspoken question floating in their depths. What is it.
Aarav took a deep breath as if gathering the strength to move a mountain. He held out his open palm a gesture of offering or proof. His voice when it came was clear and steady
I am a Devanshik (a divinely blessed one who wields divine power).
The words hung in the air. The sound of the river suddenly seemed muffled distant.
Kiyan's entire body went rigid. His golden eyes calm a moment before widened in a sudden internal detonation. A sharp aborted breath escaped his lips a faint hissed sound that was lost to the breeze. The color always a marble like pallor drained further from his face leaving it the shade of cold ash. He took an involuntary step back as if the words had physically pushed him.
His gaze locked onto Aarav's face scrutinizing it with an intensity that was almost violent as if he was seeing an ancient terrifying myth written on human skin for the first time. Shock disbelief and a deep primordial fear passed through his eyes in quick devastating succession. His hand rose unconsciously to his own chest pressing against the place where a heart should beat.
In that moment he was not the fearsome Chhayodhbhav (a nightborn entity who drains age) of the night. He was a being who had just felt the very ground of his existence crack beneath him.
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