The military truck rumbled down the road, its cabin filled with an uneasy silence. Rohit sat among a mix of unfamiliar faces—some looking like well-trained soldiers, others appearing unprepared. His gaze flickered toward the front, where Rathore sat beside the driver, his expression unreadable.
Beside him, Isha sat unusually quiet, staring ahead without her usual playful energy. Something was off.
Rohit nudged her lightly. “You’ve been acting strange since morning. What’s wrong?”
Isha remained silent for a moment before finally murmuring, “It’s nothing.”
Rohit didn’t believe that for a second. He let out a small sigh. “You’re missing them especially Ayaan, aren’t you?”
A faint, worried smile crossed Isha’s lips. “Yes. Not only missing Ayaan , I was missing our new friends… and but also our old frie.. old our family.What about you ?”
Rohit’s face darkened slightly as he lowered his gaze. “Same.”
The truck jolted slightly as it hit a rough patch of road, but neither of them moved, lost in their own thoughts. Then, Isha exhaled softly.
“ Speaking of our old family ,Even if reuniting with our old frie.. old family is impossible,… except with her, I still want to reunite with her.”
Rohit’s fingers clenched slightly. He didn’t need to ask who she meant. His voice dropped lower, steady but filled with something unspoken.
“Same. I also want to see her again.”
Isha turned her head slightly, meeting his gaze. In that brief exchange, no more words were needed. The decision had already been made.
Isha leaned in closer to Rohit, her voice barely above a whisper. “Rohit… all these people… they’re selected for Project M.”
Rohit’s eyes flickered over the group again—some looked confident, others uncertain. He whispered back, “Maybe… but I remember what the president said? Training was just one of the factors.” His mind replayed those words, the weight behind them settling deep in his chest. Selection wasn’t just about skill. It was about something else—something bigger.
Before either of them could say more, Rathore’s voice rang out from the front. “IT’S TIME.” His tone was firm, leaving no room for hesitation. The truck came to a sudden stop, the tires kicking up dust as they halted in the middle of a vast open field.
As Rohit looked ahead, his eyes narrowed at the sight of four black jeeps parked in formation, waiting. From one of the jeeps, a man stepped out—the president’s bodyguard. He walked toward the truck, his presence commanding as if he had already sized up each of them. Rathore climbed down and approached him. Without a word, they exchanged a firm handshake, a silent acknowledgment between two men who understood the weight of what was coming next.
Then, Rathore turned back to face the truck. His voice was sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade. “For you all, this is the one and final chance to turn back. From this moment forward, your lives are no longer guaranteed. If you wish to move ahead, stay in the truck. If not, step down now.” His eyes scanned each of them, waiting. “Once again, it’s your decision.”
The air grew thick with tension. No one moved—yet. Rohit felt his heartbeat quicken, his fingers twitching at the weight of the moment. This wasn’t just a journey—it was a point of no return.
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