Resistance Safe House – 3:04 a.m.
The room was dark, lit only by the faint flicker of a half-dead bulb.
Samruddhi sat beside Rhea, wiping her sweat-drenched forehead with a damp cloth.
Rhea stirred, whispering incoherent words in her sleep. Her fingers twitched. Her body shivered. And when she opened her eyes for a brief second—they were gold again.
Arpan stood by the window, his eyes scanning the dark streets.
"They'll come again," he said.
Vikram replied from the corner, where he was dismantling and reassembling a weapon with trembling hands. "Let them. This time, we'll be ready."
But no one really believed that.
Because the last time Vasundhara attacked, she brought back the dead.
Underground Lab – Classified Location
The little girl with white hair sat in a sterile room surrounded by glass.
She hummed.
Not a song, but a frequency.
A coded vibration.
Her hands moved in slow, deliberate patterns — tracing runes into the air that shimmered briefly before fading.
A scientist entered cautiously.
The girl turned her head slightly. "You're new."
The man froze. "Y-Yes. I'm here to—"
"To test me," she finished. "But you won't get far."
He looked confused.
Then terrified.
Because without touching him, she whispered: "Your wife's name was Meera. She left after the accident. She still cries for you."
The man dropped his clipboard.
"W-What are you?"
The girl smiled.
"I am what happens when you splice blood with prophecy."
From the shadows, Vasundhara stepped forward.
"She's evolving faster than we anticipated."
The girl turned to her.
"I dreamed of fire again. But this time... Samruddhi was holding the matchstick."
Safe House – Surveillance Room
Arpan reviewed the files Vikram stole from Vasundhara's server.
One image kept appearing: a redacted document titled:
"MOON SEQUENCE - SUBJECT: PROJECT ECHO"
Another showed a photo.
Of a baby.
Label: "Subject Delta. Genetic Match: 99.92% - Samruddhi K."
Arpan stared.
"This isn't just about bloodlines," he muttered. "This is about manipulation from birth."
He turned to Vikram. "She has a sister we never knew existed."
Vikram nodded grimly.
"And I think Rhea may not even be the end of it."
Samruddhi's Room
Rhea sat up slowly, the fever breaking just enough to speak.
Her voice was hoarse. "She put something in me."
"What do you mean?"
"She said I was just the map. But the key... the key is with someone else."
Samruddhi's heart dropped. "Who?"
Rhea looked up with haunted eyes.
"She called her... the Mirror Moon."
A knock sounded.
Arpan stepped in, holding the file.
He showed Samruddhi the image.
The baby in the photo.
Samruddhi's breath caught.
"That's... that's me."
"No," Arpan said softly. "It's someone with your face. But not your soul."
Rhea looked between them.
"There's another one. Another sister."
Midnight – Abandoned Hospital Outside Mumbai
They followed coordinates Rhea remembered mid-seizure.
The building was in ruins, but beneath it, old government tunnels still pulsed with emergency power.
Inside: a cryogenic chamber.
Frost-covered.
Inside it — a girl.
A perfect reflection of Samruddhi, except for the silver streak in her hair.
Samruddhi gasped.
Arpan reached toward the control panel.
"No," Vikram warned. "We don't know what she is."
Rhea, trembling, whispered: "She's what I was meant to protect."
They all looked at her.
"She's the Mirror Moon. The one who holds the codes."
Suddenly—the chamber lights flared.
The girl opened her eyes.
Gold.
Like Rhea's.
But deeper. Older.
Samruddhi staggered back.
The girl looked directly at her and whispered—
"Sister."
Moments Later – Sirens
An alert triggered.
"Motion detected—Sector 3."
Vikram growled, pulling his weapon. "We've been followed."
Arpan slammed the chamber's release switch shut.
"Lock her in. We can't risk activating her fully."
"No," Rhea said. "If you leave her, Vasundhara will find her first."
Samruddhi clenched her fists. "Then we take her with us."
The girl smiled softly.
"It doesn't matter where I go. The prophecy is already in motion."
"What prophecy?" Arpan asked.
The Mirror Moon's voice turned cold.
"One sister will betray. One will forget. One will die."
Back at Vasundhara's Lab
She watched the footage from a hidden drone.
Her lips curled.
"It's time," she said.
"To let the truth tear them apart."
She pressed a button.
Across three hidden locations, encrypted files began to unlock and upload—
—to every news channel, database, and network in the country.
Safe House – Hours Later
The internet exploded.
Videos. Photos. Files.
Samruddhi's childhood records were revealed.
Arpan's father's brainwashing logs were leaked.
And worst of all:
A live surveillance feed of Arpan shooting a man in cold blood, years ago — manipulated footage from one of Vasundhara's old missions.
The world turned against them overnight.
The media painted them as criminals.
Terrorists.
Murderers.
Samruddhi stared at the screen, numb.
Rhea collapsed again.
Vikram punched the wall.
Arpan just said one word.
"She won."
– Mirror Moon's Chamber
The girl sat alone in a transport crate, bound and sealed.
Her eyes closed, humming again.
But this time, her voice grew sharper.
Until the walls cracked around her.
She whispered.
"Three sisters. One truth. And a world not ready for any of it."
Then the crate burst open from the inside.
The screen went black.
To Be Continued…