In the hushed corridors of the hospital, Sanjana, Nikhil and Harsh found themselves in the presence of the doctor who had attended to Ravindra. A peculiar tension lingered as the doctor, with a furrowed brow, studied Ravindra's latest X-ray report.

"Ms. Sanjana," the doctor began, choosing his words carefully, "I have to be frank with you, this anomaly in Ravindra's heart was noted in the X-ray taken six days ago, when a girl named Ananya brought him here."

Sanjana and Nikhil exchanged puzzled glances, the name Ananya triggering a ripple of concern. "But he wasn't that sick or in serious condition back then, blood sugar is normal, WBC, platelets, everything is fine. Just a bit dehydrated and exhausted," the doctor continued, his gaze shifting between Sanjana and the report in his hand. "However, I must say this, the doctor who attended to him that day has been missing for days without any notice."

A shiver ran down Sanjana's spine, a cold gust of uncertainty sweeping through the conversation.

"What do you mean missing?" Nikhil asked, his voice tinged with apprehension.

The doctor displayed moments of hesitation before responding, but took a deep breath and said, "No one has seen or heard from Dr. Kimberley since that day. It's highly irregular, and the hospital administration is looking into it. But I thought it was crucial for you to know, considering the peculiar circumstances surrounding Ravindra's health."

Sanjana and Nikhil exchanged glances, their minds racing to make sense of the unfolding mystery. "What happened to Ravindra that day? And tell us more about Kimberley," Sanjana demanded, her voice bearing a mix of concern and anxiety.

"Again I repeat, it was just a minor case of dehydration and exhaustion," the doctor replied, his tone oddly detached. "But the disappearance of Dr. Kimberley does raise a few questions. It's as if that day marked the beginning of something unusual."

As the words hung in the air, the hospital corridor seemed to narrow, shadows lengthening with an unspoken weight. The paranormal undertones of the conversation echoed, leaving Sanjana and Nikhil on the precipice of a mystery that blurred the lines between the ordinary and the supernatural.

Nikhil, his eyes conveying urgency, leaned towards the doctor having set a torrent of questions ready to spill forth.

"Where can we find Dr. Kimberley?" Nikhil asked.

The doctor, caught in a momentary hesitation, glanced around before responding, "Kimberley lives in the Nauraiyakhera Industrial area. But, I must stress, she seemed to be in quite a hurry that day and didn't leave any contact information."

Sanjana, her mind already formulating a plan, pressed further, "Do you remember anything else about them? Any distinctive features or details that could help us identify? Something recognisable in the crowd?"

The doctor, recalling the encounter, nodded thoughtfully. "He was tall, with a prominent scar on his cheek - a diagonal mark that stood out. That's the only notable detail I remember. But do look out for his left eye, I have heard he has Adult strabismus."

Sanjana, her mind racing with the newfound information, spoke up, "Nauraiyakhera Industrial area isn't far from here, and the person seems to be easily spotted in a crowded place. We need to go and find this Kimberley and figure out what happened that day."

Nikhil, absorbing this information, looked at Sanjana and Harsh. "This might be our only shot to find out what the hell is happening. This might solve many unanswered questions."

Harsh, ever the voice of reason, cautioned, "Let's approach this carefully. We don't know what we might uncover. We need to follow every lead we have."

Nikhil, with a stoic blank expression, stated, "What do you mean 'we'? You're staying here and looking after Ravindra. Sanjana and I will go. It might be better if kids don't get involved in whatever this is."

Harsh, feeling a surge of frustration, began to protest, "No way! I can't just sit here. I also want to know what lies behind all of this! Just few minutes ago we agreed upon it. No way!"

Sanjana, recognising the urgency but also the need for caution, stepped forward, placing a reassuring hand on Harsh's shoulder.

"Harsh, listen to me carefully and with a cool mind. Ravindra needs you here. We can't afford to have everyone involved. Nikhil and I will go and find Dr. Kimberley. We need you to stay behind and make sure no one else follows us or harms Ravindra while we are away. Ravindra's safety right now is in your hands. Do you understand?"

Harsh, caught in the tumultuous crossfire of concern and curiosity, unleashed a frustrated yell.

"But what if something happens to you both? What if it's dangerous? Don't you think it's better to have a third person with you?" His worry painted the air with an anxious tension as Sanjana met his gaze, her eyes reflecting a calm determination.

"We'll be careful," she reassured. "We need you here. Keep an eye on Ravindra and make sure no one else gets involved. We'll find out what's going on and come back with answers."

Sanjana's words were a balm, attempting to soothe the storm of emotions raging within Harsh. Still, his mind wrestled with the uncertainty of the situation.

"But what if there's some complication out there? I can't just sit here doing nothing."

Nikhil, sensing Harsh's internal struggle, stepped forward. "I appreciate your concern, and we understand, but this is our best chance to uncover the truth. You're the anchor here, and your presence allows us to move forward with this. You are helping us all along, just don't lose your guard from here. We'll take every precaution."

Before departing, Nikhil turned to Harsh with a sincere expression on his face.

"Take my number, Harsh. It's Nikhil. If things goes sideways or if you need anything, just dial me. We're in this together from now on."

Harsh nodded, acknowledging the lifeline offered to him in the form of Nikhil's contact details. "Got it. Just make sure you both come back in one piece."

"Chill, we got this." Sanjana replied with a smile.

As Sanjana and Nikhil stepped out of the dorm room, Harsh's eyes straight away lingered on the glass pane overlooking Ravindra's room.

A swirl of conflicting emotions gripped him as he muttered to himself, "What the heck is happening here, and what does all this have to do with you? You better have some explanation ready, Ravindra!" The unanswered questions seemed to echo in the corridor as Harsh grappled with the mysterious events unfolding around them.

As the door closed behind Sanjana and Nikhil, Harsh felt a profound sense of isolation. The weight of responsibility settled on his shoulders as he peered through the glass, his friend lying unconscious in the room beyond.

The dorm corridor stood as a lonely outpost in the face of an terrible storm. Harsh took a deep breath, readying himself for the unknown challenges that lay ahead, both for his friends on their quest and for him in the silent vigil over Ravindra.

The once serene and peaceful campus grounds now resembled a turbulent battleground as students congregated into opposing factions, each dedicatedly championing their stance on Ravindra's predicament.

Tripti, thrust into the role of a reluctant mediator, stood at the epicentre of the unrest. On one side of the road, students, with furrowed brows and determined expressions, sat cross-legged, brandishing posters asking for justice, demanding Ravindra to be immediately arrested by the state police. Their voices reverberated through the air, creating a palpable sense of urgency that hung heavy over the tumultuous scene.

The opposing faction, stationed across the road, wielded signs asserting, "No evidence, no surrender." Their demeanour exuded a defiance, challenging the stand of those demanding swift action. A charged atmosphere permeated the campus as impassioned voices clashed, creating an audible dissonance that underscored the deep-seated divisions among the student body.

Tripti walked in with a determined stride, approached the faction demanding justice for Ravindra. "We need to find the truth first," she pleaded, her voice traverse amidst the visible chaos.

"Ravindra deserves a fair investigation. Let's not let our emotions cloud our judgment. He has been a part of this college along with us, and it's not fair for his side as we declare judgement here. Until and unless we have the order from court we won't be doing anything." Tripti repeated herself, seemingly louder while speaking through a loudspeaker.

A student, fervent in their call for immediate action, shot back, "Tripti, will the court order bring back Ananya? Will her parents get her daughter back? The CBI team already declared Ravindra as the murderer, we can't just stand by that can we? Ravindra might be dangerous. We can't risk having him among us until we know the truth. We don't need the court's order and we demand his immediate arrest and prosecution." The sentiment echoed through the crowd, as others voiced their concerns and fears, drowning out Tripti's call for reason.

"The court has given him thirty day's time. He has full rights to utilise his thirty days to prove him. Until then, I want all of you to understand that we can do nothing." Tripti replied to the crowd, which is getting agitated by Tripti as the minutes pass.

"We don't have thirty days. We want him on the stage of justice as soon as possible. Until then, we won't allow any academic proceedings to happen, we won't let the upcoming fests happen, we will block the road and things will stop. We won't move until the Institute and the student parliament takes some bold steps to punish the perpetrator and set new guidelines for safety in campus." A girl stood up from the crowd and spoke, which was followed by a huge round of applause and the slogan, "Bring Ravindra to Justice."

On the opposite side of the road, where the faction demanded restraint until evidence emerged, a boy suddenly took hold of a microphone and countered, "We can't sacrifice fairness for haste. What if Ravindra is innocent? We can't let emotions dictate justice. And what will you achieve by sacrificing academics and the fest? Things will continue whether you want it or not, you guys are wasting everyone's time by spreading nonsense about him."

Tripti, desperately trying to bridge the chasm of opposing beliefs, responded, "Everyone, please. I want you people to listen to me. I understand your concerns, but we need to approach this with caution. Vigilante justice won't serve anyone well. We have people above us, we need to have faith. We are just students, we can only raise our voice, but talking about bringing justice is a big deal. Let the ones above handle it, and let's not indulge into things we don't understand. So it's my sincere request please continue with your normal schedule and not to bring the college in between. It would be very helpful and will solve a lot of issues by itself." She took a huge gasp as she finished speaking, but the crowd didn't seem to take her words kindly.

The conversations melded into a cacophony of conflicting perspectives, each participant entrenched in their convictions. Tripti's attempts to foster dialogue seemed futile as emotions ran high, leaving the campus ensnared in a web of uncertainty and tension. The clash of ideas mirrored the broader struggle for justice, as the sea of conflicting emotions surged unabated.

The campus, once a unit of intellectual pursuit, now bore witness to a civil war unfolding in somber tones. The bedrock of academic exploration had been eclipsed by the urgent quest for justice.

Tensions surged as one faction plea for Ravindra's immediate court appearance and due punishment, their urge to see Ravindra behind bars pulsating through the air.

On the opposite front, an equally impassioned group vehemently protested any precipitous action, insisting on a steadfast stance until concrete evidence surfaced.

The clash of ideologies manifested as a stark reality, casting a pervasive shadow over the institution's once-vibrant spirit. The very fabric of the academic community seemed torn as under by the relentless pursuit of truth, leaving the campus entrenched in uncertainty and discord.

The weight of Ravindra's fate loomed large, a symbol of a community grappling with the complexities of justice and the sacrifices demanded in its pursuit. It didn't take two days to turn a peaceful heaven to a disastrous hell.

In the face of this turmoil, the once-hallowed halls echoed not with scholarly discourse but with the resounding dissonance of opposing convictions, underscoring the profound challenges of seeking justice in a community divided.

Tripti, seeking respite from the heated battle of words on the campus grounds, made her way to the shade under a solitary tree. The air there was noticeably cooler, a welcome reprieve from the intensity of the ongoing crisis. As she settled on the ground, she couldn't help but reflect on the days when the atmosphere was filled with brotherhood rather than dissent, when the sun cast a warm glow on friendships rather than the cold shadows of spite and hate.

A small green butterfly flitted by as Tripti sat in quiet contemplation, its wings briefly shading her face. It was a fortunate break in the middle of all the mayhem. As she pondered the unfolding events that had shattered the harmony of the once-thriving campus, Tripti joined her hands in silent reflection. The collective unease that had recently engulfed the academic sanctuary seemed to be carried by the soft rustling of leaves above.

Under the tree, Tripti's thoughts turned towards Ravindra, the person involved for the unfolding downfall. She closed her eyes, offering a quiet prayer for his well-being, hoping that amidst the turbulence, a path to truth and justice would emerge.

"How did it come to this?" she murmured to herself, the weight of responsibility evident in her furrowed brow. "Just days ago everything was good."

The gentle sway of branches overhead and the distant murmur of the protesting crowds served as a poignant backdrop to Tripti's silent plea.

"Ravindra, you deserve a fair chance, you better not prove me wrong, Ananya believed in you, that's all the reason I need to know you didn't do it. Just make things right, please," she whispered, as if trying to convey her sentiments to the very winds that carried her words away.

As the green butterfly danced around, a fleeting symbol of hope in the face of adversity, Tripti found solace in the quiet communion with herself. The rustle of leaves seemed to echo her silent contemplation, and in that tranquil moment, she anchored herself amidst the chaos, holding onto the belief that even in the darkest times, hope fluttered on delicate wings, waiting to reveal itself amid the storm.

In Kartikey's dimly lit office, the air was filled with the scents secrecy. Deshmukh and Tripathi, both seasoned operatives, were summoned to the meeting. The atmosphere was tense as they took their places, facing Kartikey, who sat behind his imposing desk.

Kartikey, his expression masked in shadows, leaned forward and spoke in a low, ominous tone.

"Gentlemen, our next mission awaits us, two days from now. We have a delicate task ahead - abduct one person and eliminate the other."

Deshmukh, ever the pragmatist one out of the three, questioned, "What if someone catches us? We can't afford any loose ends."

Kartikey, his eyes gleaming with a sinister confidence, responded, "I have a plan. No one will know what happened to them. Trust me."

As he unveiled the details of his scheme, a chilling silence settled in the room. Deshmukh and Tripathi exchanged uneasy glances with each other, sensing the gravity of what they were being asked to undertake.

The shadows seemed to deepen around Kartikey as he gave out a wild, bone-chilling laugh. It echoed through the room, leaving Deshmukh and Tripathi in a momentary trance, realising the monster that was emerging within their once-trusted leader.

The air of desperation hoovered as they contemplated the path they were being led down, uncertainty casting a dark cloud over their once-unquestioning allegiance.