watcher

chapter 5

Abhi's POV:

The sound was like a gunshot in the silence—the sharp, crystalline smash of the yellow "Open" sign at the laundromat. My head snapped toward the noise. Did she double back? Did someone else just break in?

My protective instinct warred with my obsession. If someone was in there—some vagrant or a thief—they were in my space with my Maya. I couldn't risk leaving a wild card behind me.

"Maya, stay put," I commanded, though I knew she couldn't hear my whisper.

I turned away from the stone monument, my boots heavy as I sprinted back toward the laundromat. I drew my tactical flashlight, the beam cutting a violent white line through the rain. I kicked the door open, the glass crunching under my heels. The alarm was a high-pitched, electronic scream, triggered by the shattered circuit of the sign.

Inside, the rows of white washing machines looked like tombstones in my flashlight beam. "Who's in here?" I roared, my voice echoing off the metal drums.

I was so focused on the threat inside the building that I didn't look back at the alley. I was convinced she was too weak, too "burning" with fever to move. I thought I had her pinned.

I started checking the stalls, my heart racing. But as I reached the back of the room, I saw it: a heavy brick had been thrown through the window from the outside. It was a distraction.

I froze. My blood turned to ice. "No," I whispered. I spun around, looking back through the broken window toward the stone monument in the dark.

Until then maya was gone but not by herself someone some old people found her and got her into car she was burning...honey poor girl who knows what happened to her.lets go fast in this rain our house is safe..

Abhi's POV:

I sprinted back to the stone monument, the flashlight beam dancing wildly over the wet pavement. "Maya!" I screamed, the composure finally shattering. I reached the spot, my hand slamming against the cold, rough surface where she had been huddled moments ago.

Empty.

I dropped to my knees, shining the light on the ground. I saw the faint imprints of her shoes in the mud, leading away from the alley toward the main road. Then, I saw the tire tracks—fresh, deep grooves in the wet gravel where a car had recently pulled away in a hurry.

I looked up just in time to see the red taillights of an old, tan sedan disappearing around the corner.

"No... no, no, no!" I roared, slamming my fist into the stone. I pulled out my tablet, my fingers trembling with a mix of rage and panic. I tried to access the street cameras on that corner, but I had short-circuited the local grid to trap her. I was blind in my own darkness.

Some "good Samaritans." Some elderly couple probably saw a girl shivering in the rain and thought they were being heroes. They don't know her. They don't know her medical history, her favorite songs, the way she looks when she's sleeping. They're taking her away from the only person who truly knows her.

I scrambled back to my van, the engine screaming as I floored it. I didn't have a GPS lock, but I knew every hospital and clinic in a five-mile radius. If she was "burning" with fever, that’s where they’d take her.

"You're just making it harder, Maya," I hissed, swerving through the rain-slicked streets. "They can't keep you from me. I'm in the walls of every building in this city."

It was raining so they didn't take her to hospital but there home they had personal doctor..they were doctors they trated her gave her injection she was unconscious...

Abhi's POV:

I watched the tan sedan on the thermal feed of a high-altitude traffic camera I’d finally managed to bypass. My heart skipped a beat when they bypassed the turn-off for the General Hospital.

"Where are you taking her?" I growled, zooming in until the pixels blurred. They weren't going to a public facility. They were heading into the gated residential district—the kind of place where people have high walls and private security.

I checked the property records for the address. The Halloway Estate. Retired surgeons. They had their own medical suite inside the house.

I felt a surge of cold, calculated jealousy. They were tucking her into a warm bed, giving her medicine, and closing the curtains. They were trying to create a world where I didn't exist. But they forgot one thing: even the most private homes are "smart" these days.

I pulled my van over a block away and opened my laptop. I didn't need to break down the door. I just needed to find the Wi-Fi.

“Found you,” I whispered as I bypassed their firewall. I accessed the internal intercom system in the guest bedroom. I didn't speak. I just played a very low-frequency hum—a sound that causes unexplained anxiety in the human brain.

Then, I turned on the bedroom’s smart TV. The screen didn't show a movie. It stayed black, with a single, pulsing sentence in the center: "I SEE YOU, MAYA."

I was unconscious in bed i didn't know what was happening? still thinking about my sister who is gone to trip i told her not to contact me but now I really need i want to see her...