That evening—
Ananya felt it.
That strange feeling again.
As if someone was watching her.
She held Ayaan's hand tighter while walking home.
"Mama, you're squeezing!" Ayaan complained.
"Sorry…" she said quickly, forcing a smile.
But her eyes scanned the surroundings.
Nothing unusual.
No one suspicious.
Still…
Her heart wouldn't calm down.
At a distance, a bike slowly followed.
The rider spoke softly into his phone.
"They're on the move."
A pause.
Then a voice replied—
"Don't act yet. Just watch."
Ananya suddenly stopped walking.
Something felt wrong.
Very wrong.