Nowhere to Run

The silence in the room was dangerous.

Arnav’s glare could burn through steel.

Anirudh’s fury was even worse—he was eerily calm. Too calm.

That was never a good sign.

Ayush, Aryan, and Avni backed away slowly.

"Listen," Avni started nervously, "before you kill us, let me just say… it was Aryan’s idea."

Aryan’s jaw dropped. "HEY!"

Ayush immediately betrayed them both. "Yeah, she’s right. Aryan planned it."

Aryan looked offended. "YOU HELPED!"

Arnav massaged his temples. "I don’t care whose idea it was."

Anirudh set the coloring pages down on the table with deadly precision.

"Do you three think this is a joke?"

Aryan, still trying to act innocent, shrugged. "Well… technically, it was a prank—"

Anirudh slammed his hand on the table. "SILENCE."

Aryan immediately shut up.

Avni gulped. Okay, maybe we went too far.

Arnav crossed his arms. "You want to play games?" His voice was cold. "Fine. Let’s play."

The Punishment Escalates

Anirudh smirked. "Since you love messing with our work, we’ll give you some work of your own."

Ayush frowned. "What does that mean?"

Arnav leaned forward. "It means for the next week—you’ll be working under us."

Avni blinked. "Wait, what?"

Anirudh grinned evilly. "Congratulations. You’re officially my interns."

Aryan gasped. "NO!"

Ayush groaned. "This is worse than prison!"

Arnav smirked. "You should have thought about that before messing with us."

Avni crossed her arms. "Okay, fine. How bad can it be?"

Anirudh’s smirk widened.

"Oh, you have no idea."

To Be Continued…