In the elite ranks of DRDO, Ardik Rajwasnhi, a young prodigy, is fueled by ambition to secure a coveted position among the legendary Team Phoenix. However, his dreams are shattered when a groundbreaking family revelation shakes his world: his brothe...
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The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the early morning run rays peeking through the drapes. A gentle breeze whooshed inside. In the middle of the room, a teenager lay sleeping peacefully, his chest rising and falling rhythmically with each breath.
Suddenly, he stirred, as he felt a gentle caress, like a whisper against his skin. His amber eyes snapped open, alert as his hand instinctively reached under his pillow, fingers closing around the cold metal of his gun. He sat up, scanning the room with wide, alert eyes.
The room was empty, save for the soft rustling of the curtains in the breeze. His heart pounded in his chest as he slipped out of bed, gun in hand. He remembered closing the French windows by the night. He made it a point to always to always secure them. Safety was drilled into in. It was in his blood.
Ardik Rajwanshi was raised by one of the most formidable Army officers. From a very early age he was taught to fend for himself. His bhaiya believed in being safe than sorry. So he taught him to err in side of caution. Such habits ingrained early were hard to let go, and now they became a part of his lifestyle. As a trained officer himself he knew to be cautious, so he knew beyond doubt that someone had opened the door behind his back.
Moving silently, he crossed the room and peered out of the window. The garden was bathed in the morning rays, he could see the birds chirping in the trees, but there was no sign of any intruder. Andy rushed out of the room, his bare feet making no sound against the cold floor. He moved swiftly, his senses heightened, alert to every sound.
As he stepped outside, he saw a figure bent over in the vegetable garden. It was the gardener, engrossed in his work, oblivious to his presence. Seeing him, Andy let out a sigh of relief as he pocketed the gun. The man was as harmless as the fly. He had not been around the garner much, but he knew him to be a gentlehearted and kind person. Shawn had told him a lot about the man who tended to their gardens. He looked at the thriving garden.
For nineteen years his bhaiyu had tried his best to make the garden thrive. It was their mother's garden. The one she started herself when she was pregnant with his bhaiyu. They had all heard stories of the self-sufficient garden she maintained, but never actually got to see it. Several gardeners had come and gone, but none of them could make the garden thrive again. That pained his bhaiyu greatly. Andy was glad that they found such a great gardener. It did not hurt that the man never spoke a word, only focused on his work and moved away.
A slight rustle caught Andy's attention. Andy rushed to check. In his hurry he stubbled and would have fallen flat if a pair of firm had not broken his fall. Andy looked startled as the gardener stepped back. The man looked frail, his strength shocked him.
"Andy?" Arjun's voice startled them. They looked around as Arjun made his way to them. His presence was magnetic, drawing their attention. His amber eyes smiled as he Andy rushed to greet him. Andy hurled himself at his bhaiyu. Arjun's rippling muscles flexed subtly beneath his shirt, as he held Andy to his heart.
