The ring burned against her skin.
Not with heat—
but with memory.
Lira stood frozen, her hand clutching her mother's silver ring as the man's voice lingered at the door.
> "I'm not here to hurt you… But you've already started a war."
His voice was steady. Controlled.
Too calm for someone she'd nearly killed.
She took a shaky breath.
Then — quietly — she unlocked the door.
Just a crack.
And there he was.
Bandaged shoulder. Bloodstained shirt. But his eyes—sharp. Focused. Like he was seeing her for the first time... or remembering her from a nightmare.
> "You're not supposed to be here," she whispered.
> "Neither are you," he replied.
A pause. Silence stretched between them, heavy and dangerous.
> "Why did you follow me?" she asked.
> "Because you took something that doesn't belong to you."
He raised his hand—held up the man's phone.
The one she stole.
> "This phone wasn't just his. It holds codes. Names. Oaths."
That word again.
Oath.
Something about it scratched at the edge of her mind—ancient, violent, buried under fire and betrayal.
> "Who are you?" she asked finally.
He looked at her, for a long, burning second.
> "I'm the one who took the oath with your mother."
Her heart stopped.
The ring flared warm again.
> "And now," he added,
"Sijuki knows you're wearing it."
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🔥 To be continued…
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— A writer from Bangladesh 🇧🇩
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