Three years had passed since the incident.
On a big highway busy if full vehicles a car sped down the highway, recklessly crashing into bikes and other vehicles, with gunfire erupting from within. The occupants showed no fear of the police or any consequences. Whlile they were getting chased by 20 - 30 people'son bike some on car with guns shooting
Inside the car, a 25-year-old man, charming and handsome, held his crying daughter close. His face was stressed as he asked his assistant, "Where are our secret agents? You promised they would protect me."
The assistant replied confidently, "Not agents, sir. Agent Ashna. Her face remains unseen, and perhaps it will stay that way. Don't worry, you're safe. These attackers will be eliminated, and you will be protected."
Just then, a girl with white hair appeared 200 meters away, running towards the car. She said, "Agent Ashna speaking, sir. I'm nearby. Don't worry, I've got this under control. No need to send troops yet. There's no immediate danger. You and your daughter will be saved."
"System, change my hair to its color death ," I commanded. "I want to instill fear as the Death Lily, but keep my face hidden behind a mask, as always."
The system complied, and my white hair transformed back to its red and white colour ,, a signature trait of my alter ego, Death Lily, and my codename, Ashna.
With my sword in hand, weighing 300 kg, I charged towards the attackers. My bike jumped off the car, and I struck the first assailant, creating a shockwave that made everyone tremble. Bikes flew through the air, and people screamed as they scrambled to get away.
The onlookers' faces were filled with terror as they realized who I was. Some screamed, "Run! Death Lily is here!" and fled in panic. But I remained focused on my mission, knowing that people like these attackers were mere dirt in the world, and it was my duty to eradicate them or sent them to there right palce" jail".
With a fierce determination, I continued my attack, my sword slicing through the chaos, leaving a trail of incapacitated attackers in my wake. The people around me watched in awe, whispering among themselves about the legendary Death Lily, the feared agent of justice.
"They should be behind bars, not wreaking havoc," I thought, swinging my sword in a wide arc. With a single stroke, I smashed cars and sent bikers flying. The attackers froze, realizing they were outmatched.
"Surrender now!" I commanded. Most of them raised their hands, but a few attempted to flee or take hostages. One man threatened, "Move, and I'll kill her!"
I knew he deserved to die. With a swift motion, I placed my sword on the ground and said, "Sprint." In an instant, I closed the distance and struck, cutting his neck and ending his life. The woman he held hostage trembled with fear, and the remaining attackers lost their will to resist.
Soon, the police arrived, and I departed, leaving the scene behind. As I walked away, I received a notification: "20 crore rupees deposited into your account." I didn't pay much attention to it.
Then, another notification popped up: "Unknown number calling you." I replied, "Accept it." The system responded, "As you say, host."
"Hello?" a voice said from the other end of the line.
As I heard the voice, I was shocked, and a familiar face flashed in my mind. "Nemur, you're finally back!" I exclaimed.
Nemur replied, "So, you know we're not dead?" His words left me stunned, realizing what I had just said.
Nemur continued, "Okay, actually, I want to invite you to a party tomorrow. I tried to find your address and info, but nothing turned up. I finally got this number from college, so I called. Can you please come to the party this evening? You can send me your address, and I'll come to pick you up."
I replied, "No, that's not necessary. I'll come. Just send the address, and I'll be there. I didn't want you to go through trouble for me. I'm good."
Nemur's invitation had caught me off guard, but I was eager to see him and find out what had happened. I wondered what the party was about and what other surprises awaited me.
Nemur said, "Okay, I'll send you the address soon."
I arrived at my childhood home, where my parents still lived. I hadn't revealed my true identity to them, so they thought I was just a successful doctor who had bought a big things for them with my earnings. As I entered, my mom opened the door and said, "Aysha, you finally came! Where have you been for three days?"
I replied, "Mom, you know how much work I have as a doctor. Let me relax. And yeah, I'm going to a party this evening. Would you like to come with me? I'd be happy to have you."
My father, sitting in his chair, asked with a chuckle, "Whose party is it? Your long-lost boyfriend or some friend or clerk?" His first words embarrassed me, and I remembered how he had seen me crying three years ago when I was injured. As I woke up, I had screamed Alex's name, and my parents were by my side, trying to calm me down. My father had tensefully said, "Aysha, calm yourself! Alex and your friend are dead ."
The memory still lingered, and I tried to brush it off, focusing on the present. I was eager to attend Nemur's party and uncover the mysteries surrounding Alex's supposed death.
But I again rembered how I was shocked, and my mind went blank. But then, my system replied, "Don't worry, host. Your friend and partner are alive. They didn't die from that attack; they just lost consciousness."
I was confused - why had everyone said they were dead? Suddenly, memories from my past life flooded back. I remembered the same accident happening when I was in past life but at 3 rd year . We had received all the information from Alex's contacts what happening at collage , and to protect them from further attacks, they had decided to spread the news that they had died. Alex's uncle had even planned to blow up the hospital to make it look like the cause of death.
I recalled getting angry and opposing the plan, which led to a fight between us. In the heat of the moment, I had slapped him, but I couldn't remember why we fought or what happened that day because I couldn't fight just for that . All I knew was that I felt like I was in a rage, with a voice telling me to attack him because he was wrong.
As I remembered all this, I blurted out to my parents, "He's alive! For his safety, it was all an act!" My parents looked at me, thinking I was his girlfriend as if he was alive then this secret woull not tell me , and I tried to explain that it wasn't like that. But after rejecting some marriage proposals, they were convinced that I was in love with him.bi come out of thought I ignored their comments as my father is such a person unlike normal people he is so direct like he doesn't have much emotion but I know he is such a good perosm sometime I thought how he is always so calm but I ignore thay thoughts and soon went to rest after eating and washing my hands.