Chapter 7
Being
The figure smiled mischievously.
"If you want… I can save your lover."
Siddharth didn't think twice.
At that moment, nothing mattered except Kriti.
"Please… save her," he said desperately.
"I agree."
The figure snapped his fingers.
In an instant—
The system's control over Siddharth's body disappeared.
The figure spoke again,
"He won't be able to use your body for the next two days."
Relief hit Siddharth all at once.
His legs gave up.
He dropped to his knees.
"Thank you… thank you so much…"
Tears filled his eyes as he bowed his head.
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After a moment, he looked up.
"…Who are you?"
The figure smiled.
"I am the original owner."
A pause.
"You can call me a higher being… the creator of all systems."
"My name is… Being."
Siddharth froze.
"All… systems?"
"Yes," Being replied calmly.
"I created them."
Then his tone changed slightly.
"And now… I am a prisoner of my own creation."
Silence.
"I was the first user as well," he continued.
"But I never thought it would turn out like this."
Siddharth's expression softened.
For a moment… he felt sympathy.
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"Sir…" Siddharth said hesitantly,
"Can you send me back? People are waiting for me… and Kriti is still out there."
Being's expression instantly changed.
"Are you serious right now?"
His voice turned sharp.
"I was about to give you the most important explanation… and this is what you ask?"
"You really are an idiot."
Siddharth lowered his head.
"Sorry…"
Being sighed.
"Fine."
"I'll send you back."
"But listen carefully—"
His eyes turned cold.
"You have 20 minutes."
"You will return here."
"There are things far more important that you need to understand."
A pause.
"And if you ignore this…"
His voice dropped.
"…your family will die."
Siddharth's heartbeat stopped for a second.
"…I understand."
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Being snapped his fingers again.
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Light.
Blinding white light.
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Siddharth slowly opened his eyes.
He was lying on a hospital bed.
The smell of medicine filled the air.
"Kriti…"
She rushed toward him and hugged him tightly.
"I knew you would come back!"
Siddharth looked confused.
"How… am I here? And are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she said.
"After I fainted… someone came."
"Someone you know."
Siddharth frowned.
"Who?"
"…Alakh."
Siddharth's eyes widened slightly.
"He brought you to the hospital… and helped me too."
"…Oh."
A brief silence.
"Wait… what's the date and time?"
"20 March. Morning."
Siddharth whispered,
"That was… fast."
Kriti looked at him.
"What happened?"
Siddharth was about to answer—
But the door opened.
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His father, Ramesh, walked in.
"How are you, son?"
Siddharth replied coldly,
"I'm fine. You can go to work."
Kriti looked at him.
"Siddharth… be polite."
Ramesh shook his head gently.
"It's okay. His condition explains it."
Siddharth looked away.
"You can leave now."
Ramesh nodded.
"If you need anything, I'm here."
He left quietly.
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Kriti turned back to him.
"What's going on?"
Siddharth took a deep breath.
"In 20 minutes… I'll faint again."
"But don't worry."
"It's not dangerous."
Kriti stepped closer.
"Why?"
Siddharth shook his head.
"I have something important to do."
"And for the next two days… the system won't appear."
"It won't control me."
Kriti felt a slight relief.
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Then Siddharth suddenly asked—
"Where are Raghav's and the teacher's heads?"
Kriti froze.
"…I don't know."
"I remember… they were in your hands before you collapsed."
Siddharth's expression darkened.
"…Who found us?"
"Alakh."
Siddharth went silent for a moment.
"Call him."
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On the call—
"Hey, Alakh."
"Bhaiya, how are you?" Alakh replied.
"I'm fine… just a little weak."
"Please take care of yourself," Alakh said sincerely.
Siddharth nodded slightly.
"Did you notice anything… unusual when you found us?"
A pause.
"No… nothing. Why?"
"…Forget it," Siddharth said.
"I'm feeling sleepy."
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He closed his eyes.
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Exactly 20 minutes later—
Darkness returned.
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Siddharth opened his eyes again.
Back in that void.
Being stood in front of him.
Smiling.
"Welcome back… my boy."