**Date: 20.10.22**
**Day 4**
**Location: Iceland**
The grand mansion, with its towering spires and ornate architecture, stood against the dark Icelandic sky, its majesty now tarnished by chaos. Flames roared hungrily through the halls, thick smoke curling upwards as servants raced against time, dousing the fire with whatever they could find. The scene was a pandemonium of shouts, clattering footsteps, and the ominous crackle of the inferno.
In the midst of this turmoil, a lavishly decorated bedroom remained undisturbed. A man lay sprawled across the silk sheets of the bed, flanked by two blonde-haired women who slept soundly, oblivious to the chaos around them.
**Thaad!**
The door slammed open, jolting the serene atmosphere into one of urgency. A servant burst into the room, his face pale and dripping with sweat.
"Master, there's a huge fire in the mansion!"
Jam, stirred from his slumber, shot up in bed. His sharp eyes narrowed as he took in the servant's words.
"What the…?" he muttered, his voice laced with irritation.
He swung his legs off the bed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "We need to leave," he commanded coldly, pulling the covers aside.
The servant bowed slightly but hesitated, his gaze flickering to the two women still lying on the bed. "Master, what should we do about them?"
Jam's expression remained indifferent as he began pulling on his clothes. "Send them back to their families."
"As you wish," the servant said, bowing again before quickly retreating.
Jam adjusted his attire, his face unreadable as he strode toward the door. The sounds of the fire's destruction, mingled with distant screams, grew louder as he stepped into the corridor.
But just as he exited the room—
**Bang! Bang!**
Two gunshots rang out, sharp and deafening, slicing through the chaos like a blade.
---
In a darkened corner of the mansion, concealed by shadows, Ram crouched beside an unconscious figure sprawled on the floor. His sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, his expression calm but calculating.
"Now what do we do?" he asked, his tone steady.
"He's out cold," Ram continued, glancing at the unconscious man. "By the sounds of it, they don't know we're here."
Charly, standing a few paces away, shifted uneasily. "Master, we should flee," he muttered, his hand resting on the hilt of his weapon.
Ram gave a curt nod. "Mm."
The two moved toward the nearby window, preparing for a quiet escape, but a shout suddenly echoed through the corridor.
"Intruders! Intruders!"
"Shit," Charly hissed under his breath, gripping his weapon tighter.
Ram, unfazed, turned to him. "By the way, Charly, do you have the gift I asked for?"
Charly reached into his pocket, pulling out a small, black sphere that seemed to pulsate with a faint, eerie glow. "Yes, Master," he said, handing it over.
"Good." A faint smirk tugged at Ram's lips.
With a deft motion, Ram activated the sphere and hurled it toward the advancing guards. The device arced through the air before landing at their feet. Without missing a beat, Ram hoisted Jonathan's limp body over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
**BOOOOOOOM!**
The explosion rocked the mansion, its fiery impact shaking the walls. The ensuing chaos served as the perfect diversion. Ram and Charly leaped through the window, landing gracefully on the ground below.
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The screech of tires echoed through the quiet night as the group sped away in a sleek black car. Ammala, seated behind the wheel, drove with precision, her foot pressed firmly on the gas pedal. The road stretched ahead, illuminated only by the headlights slicing through the darkness.
"How is he?" Margaret asked, her voice tinged with worry as she glanced at Jonathan's unconscious form in the backseat.
"Well…" Charly replied, her eyes darting toward him. "He's not in immediate danger, but his condition isn't great either."
Margaret exhaled, a hint of relief softening her features.
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Meanwhile, thousands of miles away at the Vijyaputri mansion in India, Ramya lounged comfortably in a plush chair. Before her, an array of monitors displayed live CCTV footage, tracking the group's escape route and their precise location.
Having returned home after their earlier meeting, Ramya couldn't contain her satisfaction. Her lips curled into a triumphant grin as she leaned back, speaking into her communicator.
"Hell yeah, my plan worked as always!" she declared, her voice brimming with pride.
Margaret's voice came through the line, laced with mock annoyance. "Yay, yay, we know you're the smartest one," she said, though a faint smile lingered on her lips.
"Be quiet, you two," Ram interjected, his tone cold and commanding. "We need to leave this country as soon as possible."
"He's right," Ammala added, her voice steady. "We can't fight them here."
"So what's the best option we have?" Margaret asked, a faint smile playing on her lips despite the tension.
Ramya, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, chuckled. "Kekeke… to lure them into *our* territory!" she said, attempting an ominous laugh to play a third grade villain.
The car fell silent for a moment before bursting into laughter. Even Ram's normally stoic face betrayed a hint of amusement at Ramya's failed attempt at villainy.
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Five minutes later, the car screeched to a halt on a private runway. A sleek Bombardier Global 8000 jet awaited them, its engines humming softly. Demi and Anya stood by the stairs, clad in black coats, bowing slightly as the group approached.
Ram spoke curtly. "Now."
The group began boarding the plane.
"Where are the doctors?" Ammala asked, her voice sharp.
"Here," came a reply as a petite woman in a white coat stepped forward, accompanied by a nurse.
"His condition isn't very serious," the doctor said after a quick examination of Jonathan. "He's just unconscious. There are no internal injuries. He should wake up in a day or two after some medication."
"While she's treating his injuries, the rest of you should rest," Ram instructed. "The upcoming days won't be easy."
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**Date: 21.10.22**
**Day 5**
**Location: Vijyaputri Mansion**
"Master is back!" a servant shouted, the sound echoing through the mansion's vast halls.
"What? It's 3 a.m.! Who the heck is shouting?" another servant groaned, rubbing his eyes.
**Thud!**
A sharp smack landed on his head.
"Wh—"
"Shut the *f*** up. Master is back—get ready!" barked the head maid, already moving to wake the others, or more precisely, kicking them out of their beds.
"She's scary," the servant muttered, glaring after her.
"Did you say something?" the head maid snapped, narrowing her eyes.
"No, no! Nothing at all!" the servant stammered, trembling.
The head maid shot him a withering look before storming off to oversee preparations. As soon as she was out of earshot, the grumbling servant turned to his companion.
"She's terrifying," he muttered, rubbing the sore spot on his head.
His companion sighed, shaking his head. "You're an idiot."
"Why?"
"You don't know, do you?"
"Know what?" the first servant asked, confused.
The second servant leaned closer, a conspiratorial glint in his eyes. "The head maid… she's in love with the young master."
The first servant froze, blinking in disbelief. "What?"
"Yep," the second servant said, smirking. "That's why she's so… intense when it comes to anything related to him."
"No way. That can't be true," the first servant said, shaking his head. "She's just a maid. And the young master is… well, the young master!"
The second servant chuckled knowingly. "It's true. She's not just a maid, though. She's from a noble family."
"What?"
"Yep. She became the head maid just to stay close to the young master," the second servant explained, his voice low but dramatic.
A maid passing by joined in with a mischievous grin. "It's true. She even proposed to him once."
The first servant's jaw dropped. "She proposed? And he said no?"
"Of course," the maid replied, her tone light as if recounting a juicy tale. "But that didn't stop her. She became the head maid to stay near him. And guess what?"
"What?" the first servant asked, now fully engrossed.
"It wasn't the young master who hired her," the maid said with a smirk. "It was the young mistresses—Ramya and Ammala. They're the ones who made her the head maid, knowing her feelings."
The first servant looked utterly bewildered. "But why would they do that?"
The maid shrugged, her grin widening. "Who knows? Maybe they wanted someone they could trust watching over the young master. Or maybe they thought it was romantic."
The first servant's head was spinning. "Love really makes people crazy, huh?"
The group shared a laugh, the tension from earlier momentarily forgotten.
**"What are you all laughing at?!"**
The head maid's sharp voice snapped them out of their reverie. She stood at the doorway, her glare as fierce as ever.
"Get back to work!" she barked, and the servants scrambled to line up at the mansion's front gate alongside the others.
As the servants hurried past her, one of them muttered under his breath, "She really is scary when it comes to him…"
But despite her strict demeanor, the head maid allowed herself a fleeting glance toward the approaching convoy outside. Her cold exterior softened, if only for a moment, as she whispered to herself, **"Welcome back, My Master."**
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