Some enemies want money. Some want power. But the deadliest ones…
…want belief.
📍 VR Tower — War Room / 8:10 AM
Rhea was escorted out, but Aarav didn't watch her leave. He was too still. Too calm.
Which meant he was past anger.
He stood before the holographic feed of the miniature chip extracted from the bracelet. The footage was grainy, tinted with a faint reddish hue — like it had been filmed through a hidden lens dipped in glass.
First file. PLAY.
Sara's soft laughter echoed through the speakers.
"This place feels too quiet… like it's waiting for something."
Her voice from that night.
Aarav didn't blink. Sara stood beside him, arms folded, eyes fixed — not on the footage, but on the timestamp.
Sara (whisper): Three months ago.
Aarav: That's when you first came to my penthouse.
The footage zoomed unnaturally — Someone had enhanced it manually, editing only them, ignoring everything else. A love story recorded through obsession, not romance.
Sara: They didn't want to threaten us immediately.
Aarav: They were studying.
🧠 Dev steps forward with a folder.
Dev: Sir, I pulled deep-net traces. 'ERIS' isn't a person. It's an ideology.
He lays down photographs digitally pinged with red markers.
Crowd shots.
Award events.
Public interviews.
Circles around **people who weren't looking at Sara with fan excitement… but with eerie stillness. Like watching a documentary in real time.
Dev: They call themselves "The Eris Line" — a shadow community that believes love is the world's most dangerous lie. They expose secret couples and powerful relationships to "free the world from illusions."
Sara (voice tightening): So they don't want money… or fame.
Dev: They want collapse.
💬 Meanwhile — A Hidden Chat Server Pings
On a dark server, a message lights up among faceless usernames.
User: Eris_Prime:
The Actress has seen the chip.
The Frost King is moving their pieces.
Commence Phase 2.
Make the world question her loyalty.
He may burn the world to protect her…
But will she burn him back?
🥀 Sara's Apartment — Mirror Scene
Later that night, Sara stood alone before her mirror, Aarav's bracelet chip beside her like a cursed jewel.
She traced her reflection.
They were recording her from the beginning. Watching her fall in love like a prophecy they were waiting to break.
Her phone lit up.
Hidden 💬 — A.V.R: "I'm coming."
She typed — then paused.
For the first time since the threats began…
Sara: "What if I put the key back?"
Three dots. Long pause.
A.V.R: "And give up?"
She closed her eyes as thunder crawled over the sky.
Sara: "What if I protect you… by walking away from you?"
Silence.
Then—
A.V.R: "Don't finish that sentence."
The message that followed was not a warning.
It was a promise.
A.V.R: "If you break us by force… I'll hunt the world."