Geneva – 02:17 AM.
The safe facility was silent.
Too silent.
Akanksha was reviewing satellite anomaly logs when the corridor lights flickered once.
Preyajeet, half-awake on the couch nearby, instantly opened his eyes.
Footsteps.
Measured. Professional.
Not regular security.
Akanksha's device vibrated sharply.
INTERNATIONAL WARRANT ISSUED – AGENT AKANKSHA
Charges: Espionage Breach, Unauthorized Cyber Intrusion, Diplomatic Manipulation.
Attached evidence files.
Fabricated.
Perfectly structured.
Preyajeet stood up.
"This is him."
Before they could react—
The door burst open.
Armed tactical unit.
No insignia.
International enforcement clearance codes flashing on their armor.
"Agent Akanksha," the lead officer announced coldly,
"You are under arrest under multinational authority."
Preyajeet stepped forward.
"On whose authorization?"
The officer showed a digital order signed by three intelligence councils.
Deepfake approvals.
AI-generated signatures.
Legally convincing.
Akanksha understood immediately.
"He's separating us."
She looked at Preyajeet calmly.
"Don't resist."
His fists tightened.
"They're taking you."
"If you fight," she whispered, "it confirms the charges."
Two officers approached her.
She didn't move.
Didn't struggle.
Her eyes never left his.
"Trust me," she said softly.
Those two words again.
They cuffed her hands.
Preyajeet felt something inside him burn—
Not fear.
Not panic.
Fury.
As they escorted her down the corridor, he memorized every detail.
Unit formation.
Weapon type.
Transport code.
Outside—
A black armored convoy waited.
Doors slammed shut.
And just like that—
She was gone.
Zurich – VSI Tower
Adrian Keller observed the live feed calmly.
Subject Separation: Successful.
Emotional Distress Probability (Preyajeet): 61%
Operational Disruption Probability: 74%
He exhaled slowly.
"Let's see how resilient love is under isolation."
Geneva Safe Facility – 10 Minutes Later
Preyajeet stood alone in the empty room.
Silence pressed against him.
His breathing steady.
Not broken.
Not desperate.
He picked up her tablet.
She had left something open intentionally.
A hidden encrypted note.
One sentence:
"Find the transport pattern. It's not official."
His eyes sharpened.
She had seen something.
He accessed international flight logs.
Nothing registered.
No prison intake record.
No detention facility assigned.
Which meant—
This wasn't legal custody.
It was extraction.
He traced convoy GPS echoes through traffic cam distortions.
Signal bounce suggested only one destination—
Private airstrip outside the city.
Preyajeet grabbed his jacket.
No official clearance.
No backup authorization.
Just instinct.
Private Airstrip – 03:02 AM
The armored convoy arrived.
Akanksha was escorted toward a dark cargo jet.
She remained calm.
Observing.
Counting.
Eight personnel.
Two pilots.
One commander giving orders remotely through earpiece.
She caught one phrase through static—
"Deliver to Sector Nine."
Sector Nine.
Not a prison.
A black site.
Meanwhile—
Headlights cut through the fog.
A single motorcycle sped toward the runway perimeter.
Preyajeet.
He skidded to a stop, taking cover behind fuel containers.
He had no team.
No plan.
Just timing.
As the aircraft engines began warming—
He triggered the emergency fuel suppression valve nearby.
Alarms blared.
Runway lights flickered.
Fire safety systems activated.
Spray foam covered half the tarmac.
Confusion exploded.
Security units scattered.
In the chaos—
Preyajeet moved fast.
Two guards neutralized silently.
He reached Akanksha just as one officer raised a weapon toward her.
One precise strike.
Down.
Their eyes met.
"You weren't supposed to come alone," she said quietly.
"You weren't supposed to get taken," he replied.
Gunfire erupted behind them.
They ran toward the hangar shadows.
More units converging.
Professional. Coordinated.
Not government.
Private military.
Adrian's reach was global.
Akanksha grabbed a fallen communicator.
Intercepted the command channel.
A calm voice echoed through it.
Adrian.
"Impressive," he said almost softly.
"But predictable."
Search drones activated above.
Spotlights scanned the ground.
Preyajeet and Akanksha ducked behind a cargo stack.
"This is escalation," she whispered.
He nodded.
"He made it personal."
Drone beams swept closer.
Adrian's voice returned through the speaker:
"You are disrupting global order."
Akanksha spoke into the device directly.
"No. We're exposing your illusion of it."
Silence.
Then Adrian's tone shifted slightly.
Colder.
"Very well."
Suddenly—
More vehicles approached from the highway.
Not private military.
Official forces.
Geneva joint command units.
Preyajeet had triggered the emergency international distress code before arriving.
Backup.
Adrian's extraction team began retreating immediately.
Within minutes—
They were gone.
The jet abandoned.
The runway secure.
Akanksha exhaled slowly.
He stepped closer.
"You okay?"
She nodded.
"Operation Fracture failed."
He allowed himself a faint smile.
"For now."
High above the city—
Adrian watched the retreat order execute.
Separation attempt: Failed.
Bond resilience: Increased.
He leaned back slowly.
"They adapt."
On his screen—
A new strategy file opened.
If separation fails… destabilize environment.
Because if he couldn't break them apart—
He would break the world around them.