It was Kriti.Seeing the older boy snatching the ice cream away from the little one, she, on reflex, yelled at them to return the ice cream to the boy.But how would they hear her? She was a few distance away from the kids, so they could not hear her, even when she shouted. She could not cross over to the other side of the road to stop the boys from bullying the little one. The road was busy, and many cars were passing by. She could not risk it to cross the road immediately before the boys ran away with his ice cream.All she had to do now was watch what they were going to do to the kids. Her heart ached as she looked at how defenseless the little one was. The other one had support from his older brother, so he didn't need to be afraid, but the little one had no one.Kriti could imagine how scared he was, seeing that they might gang up to beat him.The little boy's facial expression changed. That was his ice cream, why would they take it from him? He bought that to brighten up his m

Kriti was not shocked that the manager yelled at her. She was expecting that, in fact, if anyone were to be in her shoes, they would do the same thing. It was bringing shame and disgrace to the channel, and if the matter was not taken care of, the channel might be removed from the company.She left the manager's office to the room again. The commercial break was over, and she had to finish what she had started. She walked slowly, with her head hung low, back inside. She could not even look at the faces of the people inside.She took a seat, and the moderator looked at her."Are you ready?" She asked.She seemed to be the only person who understood her and did not judge her completely.Kriti nodded slowly, and took the mic again, pinning it to her cloth."Hello, everyone. Welcome back to Castle Channel 001! We are back again on the case of Abhi led by one of the news reporters, Kriti." The lady announced, turning to Kriti, "What do you have to say, ma'am?"Kriti cleared her throat and

“Sir, now that we know who it is, what's our next move?” Kriti asked.“We invite him over and entertain him.” Arjun replied, in a rather firm tone.A confused expression split Kriti’s face, “What…what are you-”“Sir, they're hacking into our systems and you're suggesting entertainment. This is quite surprising sir.” Rahul, Arjun’s longtime p.a said.Arjun swung in his office chair from side to side, “Calm down Rahul. Don't always jump to conclusions.”Arjun fixed his eyes on Kriti and Rahul who sat across his table, “I wasn't done talking.”Kriti's face expressed relief, “Oh.”Arjun continued to swing in his chair, “Now as I was saying, I'm very well aware of how much damage Zayd is doing by hacking Nexumcore but I've got something else installed for him. By ‘inviting him over and entertaining him’ I didn't mean that literally, I meant I was going to put before him a good offer.”“An offer?” Both Kriti and Rahul chorusly asked.“Yes. But it's not even going to be directed to Zayd per

In Castle City there was a lot of speculation and expectation. There seemed to be a consensus on the approaching battle between Vex Robotics and Maratha Industries. There were big stakes, and the public was interested in how things would work out. A blink of an eye later, the challenge was causing internet disruptions. Different remarks were being made by the people. While some only wanted to watch how everything would work out, others thought that creating ADA version 2.0 would be a piece of cake for Vex Robotics. As Vex Robotics was not as tech-focused as Maratha Robotics, many conjectured that they would not be able to compete. Arjun was reading over the most current staff reports in his office at the Maratha Industries headquarters. Thoughts were sharp, attentiveness unwavering. He understood the next two weeks would be critical. Even with so much strain, Arjun enjoyed difficulties. "Mr. Arjun," began Priya, his assistant, entering the room with a look of both concern and resol

Zayd was thrown right back into his turbulent and uncertain life. His workshop was eerily quiet, the sound of his racing thoughts and the clock ticking away nonstop.It seemed as though time was rushing out every second, like a weight bearing down on him. Eyes flitting from one half-finished project to another, each a monument to his recent failures, he paced the length of the room.Ever the problem solver, Zayd was a guy who grew from difficulties. That was different, though. The stakes were bigger than they had ever been, and the customary inspiration appeared to elude him.Disaster had befallen his most recent attempt to create a new robot that would transform the sector and preserve his collapsing career. The program would crash, the circuits would short, or the project would implode every time he believed he was getting close to a breakthrough.The frustration biting at him, he persisted. I worked nonstop for two days in a row. He slept and ate hardly at all, his attention unwave