A sudden change in the atmosphere seized the area outside the cafeteria, as if time had frozen.
The once lively wind came to a halt, and an eerie silence engulfed the surroundings.
The nearby hospital loomed large, casting its imposing shadow over the entire vicinity, blocking out any trace of sunlight.
The darkness descended, darker than ever before.
Arun and Lavanya pulled their car over to the roadside, their hearts pounding in sync with the unusual stillness.
Despite the hospital's usual chaos, which often permeated this side of town, not a single sound could be heard.
The silence was deafening, almost surreal. It was as if the world held its breath, waiting for something unknown to unfold.
Arun, consumed by a surge of anger, resolved to confront Rudra alone.
He instructed Lavanya to return home, assuring her that he would handle the situation by himself.
Determined and resolute, he braced himself for the impending encounter.
As Arun made his way towards the entrance of the cafeteria, the quietness persisted, only occasionally interrupted by faint murmurs of conversation drifting from within.
The hushed voices, barely audible, added to the eerie atmosphere, reminding Arun of the people who sought solace and healing within those walls.
With each step, Arun's anticipation grew, his mind racing with thoughts and emotions. The silence that enveloped the area intensified his focus, amplifying his inner turmoil.
It was as if the world had conspired to create the perfect setting for the confrontation that awaited him.
As he crossed the threshold of the hospital, a cool draft brushed against his face, causing a shiver to run down his spine.
The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air, mingling with the unspoken tension.
The halls, usually bustling with activity, now lay deserted, their emptiness accentuating the gravity of the situation.
Arun's footsteps echoed in the corridor, each sound magnified by the absence of any other noise.
The quietness seemed to penetrate his very being, heightening his senses and sharpening his focus.
His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, a mix of anger, frustration, and determination.
Arun surveyed his surroundings, his eyes darting in search of Rudra.
To his astonishment, the area was deserted, devoid of any presence, even though he no longer possessed his gun.
In situations like this, he would typically rely on his weapon for a sense of security. But now, standing alone, he had no choice but to proceed cautiously.
With measured steps, Arun ventured forward, his senses heightened by the eerie stillness.
The dilapidated walls, marred with cracks and fragments, offered glimpses into the distance, aiding his search.
Each footfall resonated in the stillness, the sound of his foot brushing against the broken wall reverberating clearly in his ears.
"Rudra! Show yourself!" Arun's voice pierced the silence, a mixture of frustration and determination.
His words echoed throughout the surroundings, bouncing off the walls and returning to him in a haunting chorus.
He strained to hear any response, any sign that Rudra was present and listening.
With unwavering resolve, Arun continued his quest, his voice carrying through the desolate surroundings.
"There's nowhere to hide, Rudra! Come out now!" His words lingered in the air, searching for a response that seemed to elude him.
The emptiness pressed upon him, amplifying the weight of the moment.
As he pressed forward, his voice grew more forceful, fueled by frustration. "
There's no escaping me! Reveal yourself, you Fucking bastard" Arun's voice reverberated, bouncing off the walls, and returning to him in an eerie echo.
The sound of his own words played on repeat, a disconcerting symphony that added to the unsettling atmosphere.
With each passing moment, Arun's determination grew, his search becoming more urgent.
The silence seemed to conspire against him, amplifying his doubts and fears.
Yet, he refused to yield.
He knew that his pursuit of Rudra was about seeking justice and reclaiming a part of himself that had been lost.
Step by step, Arun explored the desolate surroundings, his eyes scanning every nook and cranny, hoping to catch a glimpse of his adversary.
Like shattered witnesses, the broken walls stood a testament to the chaos that had unfolded.
They provided a vantage point, granting Arun a more transparent view into the distance.
"Officer, how's your day?" A voice resounded from all directions, jolting Arun to his core. He stood bewildered, unable to discern the source of the sound.
His gaze darted frantically, scanning every corner, hoping to catch a glimpse of the elusive speaker.
Frustration coursed through his veins, intensifying with each passing moment.
"Where the hell are you?" Arun's voice quivered with a mix of anger and desperation.
He bellowed into the stillness, his words reverberating through the air.
His search became a frenzied pursuit as he sprinted, driven by a burning need to uncover the truth. He refused to tolerate Rudra's cowardly evasion any longer.
"I'll find you, you miserable bastard! Show yourself!" Arun's voice echoed into the emptiness, a declaration of his unwavering determination.
His words held a weight that resonated in the atmosphere, carrying with them the frustration and anger that had festered within him for far too long.
But silence prevailed, taunting him with its emptiness. Arun's heart pounded in his chest, his breaths ragged, as he strained to catch any sign of Rudra's presence.
The absence of response gnawed at him, chipping away at his composure. His fury swelled, threatening to engulf him.
A burst of mocking laughter shattered the silence, cutting through the air like a knife. "Ha... Ha... Ha... No, you can't," Rudra's voice taunted, weaving through the surroundings. Arun's eyes darted around, his frustration boiling to the surface.
The audacity with which Rudra toyed with him ignited an inferno within.
"You're hiding, aren't you? Just like the coward you are!" Arun's voice reverberated, each word laced with venomous determination.
The accusation hung heavy in the air, a verbal spear aimed at Rudra's very core.
Arun's anger fueled his relentless pursuit, his desire to bring an end to this twisted game intensifying.
But Rudra continued to play his sadistic game, treating Arun as if he were a mere child.
Laughter danced in his voice, stinging Arun's pride.
"Oh yeah! That's the reason you're hiding," Arun retorted, frustration seething beneath his words.
The taunts only served to further ignite his anger, stoking the fire that burned within.
For a few agonizing seconds, silence reclaimed the space, enveloping Arun in its suffocating embrace.
The absence of sound amplified his frustration, leaving him teetering on the edge of control.
And then, as if mocking his weakness, Rudra's voice resurfaced.
"You are simply weak, Arun! You have always been weak." The words lashed out, striking at Arun's vulnerabilities.
The venom in Rudra's voice dripped like acid, eroding the shards of composure that remained.
Arun's knuckles whitened as he clenched his fists, a fierce determination replacing his initial shock.
"Where the fuck are you?" Arun shouts loud as he can showing his deep frustration
As he said this a shadow appeared in the back of him,
Arun turned immediately to check it but as he turned his head it was gone
Arun, consumed by anger and frustration, found himself running aimlessly, his emotions overwhelming him.
In a fit of desperation, he carelessly struck his leg with a rock, aggravating an old ankle injury and compounding his frustration.
The pain only added fuel to his already burning anger.
After what felt like an eternity of hardship, Rudra, wearing a cunning smile, finally appeared before Arun. He seemed strangely entertained by Arun's predicament.
"There you are, Arun!" Rudra exclaimed with a touch of mockery. "Did you think you could escape me?"
Fury seethed within Arun as he confronted Rudra. "Why did you do this to me?" he demanded, his words dripping with venom.
Rudra's smile widened, relishing the chaos he had caused. Arun's suffering seemed to amuse him.
"Bad things will happen to you if you didn't follow my words"
"I'll tell you all ready to head for that man"
"That's the reason I made things simple, you see now you are free, suspended with no pressure of work anymore"
"Don't you think this is what you wanted it?"
Arun was so fixated on Rudra that he hardly registered the words being spoken.
His gaze remained locked on his target, and within seconds, he lunged toward him.
Rudra stumbled backward, falling to the ground, while Arun pounced on him relentlessly, delivering a barrage of blows without a moment's respite.
As Arun's fists rained down on Rudra, an unexpected change occurred.
Instead of showing pain or fear, Rudra's laughter grew louder, his amusement apparent.
Even as blood streamed down his face, his laughter continued unabated.
Minutes passed, the assault ongoing, until suddenly, Rudra's laughter ceased.
His eyes met Arun's, filled with chilling intensity.
In one swift motion, Rudra struck.
His fist connected with Arun's neck, propelling him forcefully backward, leaving him stunned and disoriented.
Arun found himself flung two meters away, his neck fixed in an unnatural position from the impact.
Slowly rising, Rudra muttered in frustration, "Why do I have to deal with this shit?" With purposeful strides, he closed in on Arun, gripping his head firmly with both hands.
Their eyes locked in a piercing gaze, it seemed as though Rudra sought something hidden within Arun's very soul.