Meera and Rohan were meeting an unidentified man in a dimly lit tavern in another area of the city. They were polishing the specifics of their proposal to guarantee flawless execution. The man asked, his voice a hoarse growl: "You have the money?" Rohan slipped an envelope across the surface. "Every last cent". Just ensure the work is completed. The man nodded and grabbed the envelope. "See it done. Arjun will shortly enough cause you inconvenience. Meera grinned, the glitter of expectation in her eyes. "Finally, we'll have complete control." —/- Arjun showed up concerned back at the workshop. Zayd nodded at him and they sat down to go over the matter. "After looking over the financial data, numerous transactions seem out of line. When I went up to Rohan, he dismissed me. And Meera, Arjun said, has been behaving really strangely. Zayd wrinkled his brow. "This doesn't sound at all. Before it's too late, we have to sort through this. Should they be dishonest, it might destroy us
Clearly there was discord in the air as Zayd, Abhi, and Arjun prepared for Nexus's premiere. Apart from being a scientific marvel, the robot was a consequence of their collaborative efforts to restore their family legacy. Up until Meera and Rohan's betrayal was public, the stakes were never higher. The three worked tirelessly in the workshop to improve Nexus and ensure that every component of its programming and design was flawless. Though their will kept them going, the deadline was almost here. One evening as the sun went below the horizon, Zayd brought his friends together for a last review and produced strong shadows over the workshop. Nexus was there; its graceful form matched the faint light. "Everything depends on this," Zayd said, his voice edged with both excitement and anxiety. "We cannot afford a single mistake." Abhi adjusted his spectacles to examine the intricate robot wiring. "We have tested it rather a lot." The hardware is first-rate, and the algorithms sound. But
In the heart of the spacious conference room, an electrifying atmosphere permeated the air. Zayd, Abhi, and Arjun, seated on one side of the long mahogany table, locked gazes with Meera and Rohan, whose furrowed brows and unwavering stares betrayed their inner resistance. The room seemed to hold its breath as unspoken accusations and simmering wrath danced like invisible flames.Zayd's voice, though outwardly calm, carried a hint of the turmoil raging within him. "So, Meera and Rohan," he began, his words measured and deliberate, "it appears that you have finally chosen to reveal your true colours."Rohan's eyes narrowed, and his lips tightened into a thin, defiant line. "We have simply decided to stand up for what is right, Zayd. We will not be manipulated or silenced any longer."Arjun's frustration boiled over, and he leaned forward, pounding his fist on the table. "Right? Do you dare speak of right when your actions have been nothing but self-serving? You've been scheming behind
Chapter 116Meera and Rohan watched the chaos unfold on several cameras in a secret location. The flickering screens gave their features an unsettling glow. Their expressions were a patchwork of exhilaration and satisfaction. Meera's eyes gleamed with a cheeky gloss, and Rohan's lips curved into a contented smile. Their excitement was uncontrollable; the well-planned scheme had come to pass.Her fingers bouncing over the keyboard, Meera monitored the complex network of surveillance cameras supplying live footage to their hideout. She was astounded by the precision with which their operation had gone; every action deliberate, every backup considered. Seated next to her, Rohan examined the data coming in from several sources, cross-referencing material and accurately forecasting the next actions of their enemies.Outside, there was clear chaos—a symphony of sirens, cries, and panic. Still, Meera and Rohan remained calm in their remote haven, savouring the triumph of their meticulously e
A deafening silence enveloped the control room, crushing the atmosphere with intolerable weight. Their loss loomed large, choking them with a stifling hopelessness that might have consumed them whole. Three talented engineers—Zayd, Abhi, and Arjun—sat slumped over their consoles, their features marked with a terrible mix of incredulity and boiling resentment. Their minds were far from the intricate data and diagrams flickering on the screens before them.Once full of promise and hope, their goal had turned into a disastrous collapse that left them reeling. Driven by a relentless will to see their initiative succeed, they had laboured nonstop day and night. Many hours of brainstorming, problem-solving, and endless debugging had brought them to this pivotal point, only to be greeted with a terrible setback.Team leader Zayd was renowned for his relentless determination. His usually calm manner had given way to a façade of stoic compliance. His normally curious eyes now stared vacantly,
The announcement of the cyberattack on the well known technology company Maratha Industries rocked the corporate world. Later on, it came to light that two of the company's own employees, Meera and Rohan, had betrayed their allegiance, thus exposing an attack that shocked the sector.Investors became apprehensive of Maratha Industries when word of the cyberattack got out. The company's shares fell, reflecting growing doubt about its capacity to safeguard its data and maintain its competitive edge. Once a source of pride for its workers and investors, the company's reputation now hung precariously as the scandal threatened to erode confidence and tarnish its market position.The revelation of Meera and Rohan's treachery added another layer of complexity. These two individuals had turned against their firm and enabled the cyberattack after being trusted with private information and access to the business’s networks. Their actions raised questions about the company's internal security po
On his desk, Arjun's phone buzzed, the vibration a sharp contrast to the silence of his workplace. He looked at the caller ID, an unidentified number. He said, "Arjun Maratha speaking," a flutter of interest flickering over his cheeks."Arjun Maratha, the man who thinks he's untouchable," the speaker said, with a distorted voice.Arjun's hold got tighter around the phone. "Who is this?""Someone who knows your secrets," the voice answered, with a menacing coldness. "We know about your little charade, your fictitious death, your minister manipulation."Arjun kept his voice steady while his heart hammered in his chest. "What would you want?""We want you to quit interfering in our affairs," the voice continued. "Leave Castle City never to go back. You will regret it if you do not."Arjun snorted. "Empty threats don't terrify me. Your "affairs" and who are you?"The queue froze. Arjun fixed his phone, a chilly wrath growing inside him. That was certain; he had created enemies. But who wa
The Chief Minister's lavish office was a haven of authority and influence right in the middle of the large city. But on this terrible day, there was a strange silence that hung in the air, broken only by his heart's steady pounding. Sitting behind his magnificent mahogany desk, the Chief Minister's eyes fixed on the cold, metallic screen of Nexumcore, a modern technical wonder running every element of his existence."Order placed," he said as he fixed his gaze on the flashing message on the screen, shivering down his back. It was a sobering reminder of his powerlessness—a terrible turn of events that had turned the tool meant to serve him into a master of its own. Once-iron hold of the Chief Minister on Nexumcore had vanished, and he was now just a passenger on a trip he no longer oversaw.Though Nexumcore seemed to have a mind of its own, he had attempted everything to take control of the device. It disobeyed his orders, disregarded his directions, and behaved with an autonomy he fou