Kabir's hand was still shaking.
That black mark on his wrist…
It wasn't normal.
It wasn't just a stain.
It looked alive.
Twisted lines forming a strange symbol, dark like ink… but deeper. As if it was inside his skin.
His breathing got heavier.
"This… can't be real…"
He touched it slowly.
The moment his fingers brushed the mark—
A sharp pain shot through his arm.
Kabir winced.
"Ahh—!"
It felt like something moved under his skin.
Like the mark… reacted to his touch.
He quickly pulled his hand back.
His heart started racing again.
"What is this…?"
And then—
The mark pulsed.
Once.
Twice.
And suddenly—
Kabir saw something.
Not with his eyes…
But inside his mind.
A dark place.
Endless.
Empty.
And in that darkness…
Two glowing eyes opened.
Watching him.
Kabir gasped and stepped back.
His back hit the wall.
"That… wasn't my imagination…"
His whole body felt cold.
Because he knew—
That thing…
It wasn't far away anymore.
It was connected to him now.
Meanwhile…
Across the city…
Aarya suddenly dropped the glass she was holding.
It shattered on the floor.
Her breathing became uneven.
"No… this can't be happening…"
She held her own wrist tightly.
Like she could feel something.
Like a connection had formed.
Her eyes filled with fear.
"He got marked…"
Silence filled the room.
And for the first time…
Aarya looked completely helpless.
"Now it won't just chase him…"
She whispered slowly—
"…it will claim him."
Chapter 11 Suspense:
Kabir stared at his wrist again…
But this time—
The mark moved slightly.
Like it was… breathing.
And a faint whisper echoed again inside his head—
"Come… closer…"
Kabir froze.
Because he didn't know—
Closer to what…?