E.Y.E.S: FRACTURED DESTINY
Sync of destiny
The aroma of jengkol stew had spread throughout the house, reaching all the way into the living room.
In the kitchen, Lira stood in front of the stove, stirring the contents of a pot. She looked incredibly serious, as if she were conducting an experiment whose results would determine the fate of humanity.
Even though it was just jengkol stew.
Auntie Markonah, who was busy peeling onions, glanced at her several times.
"Miss, turn the heat down a little."
Lira looked over.
"Huh? Why, Auntie?"
"If the heat's that high, the liquid will evaporate before the jengkol gets tender."
"Oh."
Lira quickly lowered the heat, then went back to stirring.
A few seconds later, Auntie Markonah glanced at her again.
"Miss."
"Hmm?"
"How many times have you stirred that thing already?"
Lira paused.
"What's wrong with that?"
"I'm asking, that's all."
"How am I supposed to know? I wasn't counting."
Markonah let out a small sigh.
"If you keep stirring it, the jengkol might fall apart, Miss. Are you cooking stew or making porridge?"
Lira immediately peered into the pot.
Some of the jengkol pieces had indeed started splitting apart.
"Aw, man. So what do I do now?"
"Leave it alone for a bit. Let it cook on its own. Do you really have to keep it company the whole time?"
Lira finally put down her wooden spoon.
But her eyes remained glued to the pot.
Markonah went back to peeling onions. The kitchen fell quiet for a few seconds before Lira suddenly spoke again.
"Auntie."
"Hmm?"
"When someone gets a really bad electric shock, does their body usually keep hurting afterward?"
Markonah's hands immediately stopped moving.
She slowly turned toward Lira.
"An electric shock?"
Lira gave a small nod.
"I mean... does their body still hurt afterward?"
Markonah set down the onion she was peeling.
"Wait, why are you suddenly asking about that?"
Lira picked up her wooden spoon again, but this time she only stirred the stew gently.
"Well... Krishna passed out yesterday, remember?"
Markonah's expression changed slightly.
"Oh. You're still thinking about what happened yesterday?"
Lira didn't answer right away.
She simply stared at the stew as the sauce began to thicken.
"If his bag hadn't gotten wet because of me yesterday, maybe he wouldn't have ended up like that."
Markonah frowned.
"Wait, did you deliberately pour water on his bag?"
"No, Auntie!"
"Then?"
"But it still happened because of me..." Lira let out a breath. "If only I hadn't messed everything up yesterday."
Markonah watched Lira for a moment before picking up her knife again.
"Listen, Miss. If you deliberately shocked him with electricity, then we'd have a problem."
Lira immediately turned toward her.
"AUNTIE!"
"Hey, I'm not finished talking!"
Lira pouted.
Markonah continued calmly.
"You're allowed to feel guilty about what happened yesterday. That's normal. But that doesn't mean you have to take responsibility for everything that happened all by yourself. It was an accident. There was no way you could've known it would turn out that badly."
Lira fell silent.
The wooden spoon in her hand tapped against the bottom of the pot.
Tok.
"That's why I want to bring him some food," she murmured.
Markonah glanced at the lunchbox already waiting on the table.
"That's a good idea. And it looks like your cooking is almost done, too."
Lira lifted the lid, sniffed the aroma, then closed it again.
"Auntie."
Markonah immediately looked over.
"What is it now, Miss?"
"Do you think this tastes good yet?"
Markonah looked at the pot, then at Lira.
"Want me to try it?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, goodness. Why didn't you just say so earlier?"
Lira took a clean spoon and handed it to her.
Markonah tasted a little of the stew sauce. She chewed slowly, then nodded.
"Hmm. It's good."
Lira's eyes immediately lit up.
"Really?"
"Really."
"You're not just saying that because you feel sorry for me, right?"
Markonah actually stopped chewing.
"Excuse me? Do you think I'm a liar?"
"That's not what I meant!"
"If it tasted bad, would I tell you it tasted good?"
Lira thought about it for a moment.
"Then... just tell me what it needs."
"Then you'd get sad."
"AUNTIE!"
Markonah let out a little laugh.
Meanwhile, Lira went back to stirring the stew with an annoyed look on her face.
She'd wanted to cook in peace, but somehow she'd spent the entire time being teased instead.
Before she could protest again, footsteps sounded from the hallway.
"Oh, my goodness! What are you cooking? I can smell it all the way from the front!"
Her mother, Angelia, appeared with a work bag over her shoulder and a phone in her hand.
As soon as she entered the kitchen, her gaze went straight to the pot on the stove.
"Jengkol stew, Mom," Lira answered.
Angelia raised an eyebrow.
"Wow, that's unusual. I thought Auntie Markonah was the one cooking."
Lira immediately shot her mother a little glare.
"I can cook too, you know!"
"Of course you can, sweetheart. I know."
Angelia smiled and gently rubbed her daughter's arm.
"It's just that you usually spend the longest time in the kitchen when you're looking for snacks."
"Well, I feel like cooking today. Is that a crime?"
"Of course not. Who said it was?"
Angelia glanced at the table.
A lunchbox was already sitting there, ready to be filled.
She gestured toward it with her chin.
"Who's that for?"
Lira followed her mother's gaze.
"A friend."
"A school friend?"
"Yeah."
Angelia nodded without asking anything else.
Instead, she walked over to the stove, lifted the pot's lid slightly, then quickly closed it again.
"Wow, that aroma is strong."
Markonah chimed in from the side.
"Well, it is jengkol, Ma'am."
Angelia chuckled.
"That's true. The whole house might end up eating some."
"You can have some if you want, Mom," Lira said.
"No need, sweetheart. I've already had breakfast."
Angelia straightened Lira's slightly messy hair tie.
"Have you eaten yet?"
Lira suddenly went quiet.
Angelia narrowed her eyes.
"Wait. You haven't, have you?"
"No."
"Oh, my goodness! You're cooking for someone else before even taking care of yourself!"
"Mom, I'm cooking right now. I'll eat later!"
"I'm just reminding you."
Angelia gently stroked her daughter's cheek.
"I don't want you getting so busy taking care of other people that you forget to take care of yourself. Understand?"
Lira nodded.
"Yes, Mom."
"Good."
Angelia kissed her forehead, then picked up the bag she'd left on a chair earlier.
"I'm heading out now, okay? I might get home a little late today."
"Be careful, Mom."
"I will, sweetheart."
She'd barely taken a few steps toward the hallway when Angelia suddenly stopped and turned around.
"Oh, right! I hope your friend likes the food."
Lira gave a small smile.
"I hope so."
Angelia finally left.
Once the sound of her mother's footsteps faded away, Lira turned her attention back to the pot in front of her.
Markonah glanced at the lunchbox.
"Miss, make sure you close the lid tightly later, okay? You don't want the food getting cold too quickly."
"Okay, Auntie."
"If you need someone to take it over there, just let me know. I can help."
Lira nodded slowly.
Then, after a moment, she asked another question.
"Auntie."
Markonah turned toward her.
"What is it now?"
"Do you think... he'll eat it?"
Markonah stared at Lira.
"Why wouldn't he?"
"Well, maybe he won't feel like eating yet."
"If he doesn't feel like eating now, he can eat when he does."
Lira fell silent.
Such a simple answer, yet her mind kept going in circles.
Would Krishna accept her lunchbox?
Was he still angry?
Was he still in pain?
Markonah didn't tease her any further this time.
She simply slid the lunchbox a little closer to Lira, then went back to work.
Meanwhile, Lira remained standing in front of the stove, waiting for the jengkol stew to finish cooking.
For the first time since yesterday's incident, at least there was something she could do for Krishna.
Even if she still had no idea how the boy would react.
TAKASHIMA RESIDENCE...
Outside the house, Krish sat on a short bench.
A small table stood in front of him. On top of it lay a mysterious black box that had been filling his head with questions ever since it appeared.
Since that phone call earlier, he still hadn't gotten an explanation that made any actual sense.
And what made it even more annoying?
The owner of the thing was busy playing PB as if nothing were wrong.
Krish glanced at his phone, then clicked his tongue.
"Unbelievable..."
From the side of the house came the sound of sandals dragging across the ground.
Scrape. Scrape. Scrape.
Krishna appeared in a wrinkled T-shirt, a pair of shorts, and a complete mess of hair. He yawned widely, his eyes still half-closed.
He casually headed toward the back door.
Krish immediately called out to him.
"Hey! Get over here!"
Krishna kept walking.
"Krishna!"
"What?!"
"Come here for a second!"
Krishna stopped. He turned around with the face of someone who'd just been dragged out of a beautiful dream.
"What now? I wanna take a shower."
"Just a second."
"No!"
"JUST A SECOND, IDIOT!"
Krishna let out a long sigh, then reluctantly turned around and trudged back.
"Fine. What?"
Krish pointed at the black box on the table.
"This is yours, right?"
Krishna glanced at it.
"Yeah."
"Where'd you get it?"
"It fell on my head."
Krish frowned.
"...Huh?"
"It. Fell. On. My. Head."
"I HEARD YOU, DAMMIT! I MEAN, WHERE DID IT FALL FROM?!"
Krishna scratched his already messy head.
"Well, I was lying down at school when something suddenly fell and smacked me on the head. When I looked at it, it turned out to be this thing."
Krish stared at the box, then looked back at his little brother.
"And you picked it up?"
"Obviously. What was I supposed to do, leave it there?"
"Why didn't you report it to a teacher?"
Krishna stared at his older brother as if he'd just been asked why water was wet.
"Because I still have some self-respect."
"What the hell does self-respect have to do with a random object falling on your head?!"
"Dunno."
Krish rubbed his face.
Krishna jerked his chin toward the box.
"Anyway, that thing shocked me. Just throw it away."
Krish immediately turned toward him, eyes wide.
"WHAT?! YOU GOT SHOCKED?! WHEN?!"
"Yesterday!"
"WHY ARE YOU ONLY TELLING ME NOW?!"
"You only just asked!"
"THEN HOW DID IT HAPPEN?!"
Krishna scratched his cheek.
"Yesterday, someone splashed water on me. After that, this box started glowing blue, then it shocked me so badly I started convulsing. After that, I passed out."
Krish froze.
For several seconds, he simply stared at his little brother.
Then at the box.
Then back at his little brother.
"Damn... you're serious?"
Krishna snorted.
"Do you think I'm joking?"
Krish still wasn't entirely convinced.
He narrowed his eyes, examining Krishna from head to toe.
"I don't believe you."
"Suit yourself."
"Seriously. I don't believe you."
"Fine, don't believe me. Problem solved, right?"
Krishna immediately turned around.
Krish shook his head.
"It's hard to trust a guy with a face like yours. You look like a scammer."
Krishna raised his middle finger without turning around.
"Dickhead."
"Hey! Where are you going?!"
"To take a shower!"
"Wait!"
"WHAT NOOOOOOW?!"
Krish suddenly grinned.
He lifted something from underneath the table.
A premium-edition Hot Wheels car.
Krishna, who'd already been heading inside, stopped dead.
His eyes dropped to the object.
Then rose to his brother's face.
Then dropped back to the object.
Oh, damn.
That was a premium-edition Hot Wheels car.
WHERE THE HELL DID THAT GUY GET IT?!
Krish wiggled the toy car between his fingers.
"Whoa... pretty cool, huh?"
Krishna immediately rushed over to the table at a suspicious speed.
"Hehehe... what's that?"
Krish grinned widely.
"None of your business."
The moment Krishna tried to snatch the toy car, Krish slipped it into his pocket.
"Sit down."
Krishna's smile vanished.
"Hey, what gives?!"
"SIT."
Krishna pouted as dramatically as possible, but eventually sat down on the little bench.
Krish leaned toward his brother's face and pointed at the black box on the table.
"Now. Let's have a nice, civilized conversation."
Krishna eyed him suspiciously.
"About what?"
"Where'd you get that thing?"
"I ALREADY TOLD YOU!"
"I WANT A PROPER EXPLANATION!"
"THAT WAS THE EXPLANATION!"
Krishna immediately snatched the black box off the table.
"FINE! I'LL JUST THROW THIS THING AWAY!"
Before Krish could react, Krishna had already hurled the object far beyond the backyard fence.
The black box sailed over the fence.
Then disappeared behind the bushes.
Krish gaped at him.
"HEY! ARE YOU INSANE?! I WASN'T DONE ASKING QUESTIONS!"
Krishna stood up from the bench, dusting off his hands as if he'd just completed some major task.
"There. Done. Now I'm taking a shower."
He'd taken exactly one step when Krish deliberately tripped him.
Swipe!
Krishna stumbled.
THUD!
He landed face-first on the ground.
"YOU BASTAAAARD!"
Krishna got back up, slapping the dust off his shirt.
"YOU TRIPPED ME?!"
Krish put on an innocent face.
"Your foot ran into mine."
"BULLSHIT! YOUR FOOT WAS RIGHT THERE!"
"Then use your eyes, idiot!"
Krishna immediately shoved his older brother's shoulder.
"You little shit!"
Krish shoved him back.
"You started it!"
"WANNA FIGHT?!"
"BRING IT!"
The two of them immediately assumed some half-assed fighting stances.
Krishna clenched his fists. Krish stepped forward too, both equally stubborn and neither remotely willing to back down.
"HEY!"
Takashima's voice thundered from near the stove.
"DON'T FIGHT OVER THERE! I'M COOKING!"
The two brothers immediately stopped.
But they kept glaring at each other.
"He started it, Uncle!" Krish protested.
"LIAR! HE TRIPPED ME!" Krishna pointed at his brother's foot with the dramatic intensity of a courtroom witness.
Takashima raised his wooden spoon.
"I DON'T CARE WHO STARTED IT!"
Both boys immediately shut up.
Krish finally took a step back and held out his hand toward Krishna.
"Fine. Truce."
Krishna eyed the hand suspiciously.
"Seriously?"
"Yeah."
"No tricks?"
"Oh, my God. It's just a hand, idiot!"
Krishna finally shook it.
"Don't do that again."
Krish nodded.
"Then stop falling over so easily."
Krishna's smile instantly disappeared.
SMACK!
A sharp flick landed on Krish's head.
"BASTARD!"
Krish immediately flicked him back.
"HEY!" Takashima shouted again.
Both boys hurriedly moved apart, pretending nothing had happened.
Krishna rubbed his head, grumbling under his breath.
Krish just grinned.
But before he could say anything else, something suddenly caught the corner of his eye.
A black object shot in from beyond the fence.
THUNK!
The mysterious box landed right beside the table.
Krish froze.
Krishna froze.
They looked at each other.
Then at the box.
Then back at each other.
Several seconds passed.
Krishna pointed at the object.
"...Huh?"
Krish raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
Krishna stepped closer and picked up the box.
"WHAT THE HELL?! WHY IS IT BACK?!"
He turned it over and over, inspecting its surface from every angle.
"This thing is so damn useless!"
Krishna immediately swung his arm and threw it again.
Krish instinctively jumped to his feet.
"HEY! WAIT!"
WHOOSH!
Too late.
The black box sailed over the fence and disappeared behind the bushes.
Krishna clapped his hands together.
"There. Now we're done."
Krish was just about to open his mouth and yell at him when...
SMACK!
Something slammed into the back of Krishna's neck.
Krishna froze.
His hand slowly rose to the back of his neck.
Then he turned around.
The black box lay on the ground directly behind him.
Krish gaped at it too.
Krishna stared at the object for a long time.
Then he looked at his older brother.
"...Ow?!"
Krish raised both hands.
"I SWEAR, IT WASN'T ME!"
"THEN WHO WAS IT?! A GHOST?!"
"HOW THE HELL WOULD I KNOW?!"
Krishna picked up the box, his face turning bright red.
"OKAY. OKAY. I GET IT."
Krish narrowed his eyes.
"Get what?"
Krishna didn't answer. Instead, he took aim and threw the box toward the narrow road beside the house.
"LET'S SEE YOU COME BACK NOW!"
The box shot into the distance.
Krishna waited with his hands on his hips.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
Nothing happened.
Krishna immediately flashed a triumphant grin.
"HAHA! THERE WE GO! THAT'S MORE LIKE IT! LEARNED YOUR LESSON, HUH?"
THUNK!
The box suddenly shot in from the side and smacked him right in the forehead.
Krishna stopped talking.
His eyes squeezed shut.
His hands clutched his forehead.
Krish could only stand there, staring at him with his mouth slightly open.
"...Damn."
Krishna lowered his head.
His breathing grew heavier.
Not because of the pain.
But because his anger was about to blow its top.
Krish swallowed.
"Krishna..."
"SHUT UP."
Krish immediately clamped his mouth shut.
Krishna picked up the box again.
This time, he walked around the side of the house, aiming for a spot beyond the fence, far away from the yard.
Krish watched him nervously.
"What are you gonna do now?"
Krishna didn't answer.
He took a long run-up, swung his arm with all his strength, and threw the box as high as he could.
WHOOSH!
The black object shot over the fence and disappeared among the trees.
Krishna planted his hands on his hips.
"THERE! TRY COMING BACK NOW! GO ON!"
Krish stood beside him.
They both waited.
Several seconds passed.
The wind blew gently.
The leaves swayed.
No box came back.
Krishna began to smile.
"HAHA! SEE? FINALLY!"
THUD!
The black box dropped from above and struck the crown of his head.
"AAARRRGH!"
Krishna immediately crouched down, clutching his head.
Krish fell silent.
He stared at the box.
Then at the trees beyond the fence.
Then back at the box.
Okay.
This wasn't funny anymore.
Well, it had been funny at first.
Krish walked closer to the fence, trying to figure out how the box kept coming back.
And that was when he saw something.
Among the trees stood the silhouette of a person.
Only for a brief moment.
The figure seemed to be watching them from a distance.
Krish immediately narrowed his eyes.
"...Who was that?"
Krishna was still crouching, rubbing his head.
"Huh? Who?"
Krish didn't answer.
He kept staring beyond the fence.
But the figure had already disappeared behind the thick foliage.
Krish swallowed quietly.
Something wasn't right.
And for the first time since the box had appeared, he began to feel that it might not be just some strange object that had fallen out of the sky.
Meanwhile, Krishna finally stood up.
His face was bright red.
His hair was even messier than before.
And his patience?
It had officially left this world.
"I'M THROWING IT ONE MORE TIME!"
Krish hurriedly turned toward him.
"That's enough, Krishna!"
"I'M NOT DONE!"
"The thing keeps coming back! How long are you gonna keep throwing it?!"
Krishna raised the box high above his head.
"AS LONG AS IT KEEPS COMING BACK!"
"JESUS CHRIST, WHERE THE HELL IS YOUR BRAIN?!"
"IN MY HEAD!"
Krish fell silent for a moment.
Damn.
Technically, that answer made sense.
Krishna took another step back to prepare his throw.
Krish immediately grabbed his arm.
"Hey! Don't!"
"LET GO!"
"I SAID DON'T!"
Krishna tried to swing his arm while Krish desperately held him back.
"GIVE IT BACK!"
"GIVE WHAT BACK?!"
"THE BOX!"
"IT'S ALREADY IN YOUR HANDS!"
"I MEAN SEND IT BACK WHERE IT CAME FROM!"
"WHERE THE HELL DID IT COME FROM, IDIOT?!"
"HOW SHOULD I KNOW?!"
"THEN HOW ARE YOU GONNA SEND IT BACK?!"
"THAT'S WHY I'M THROWING IT!"
Krish stared at his little brother in utter despair.
"I REALLY WANNA THROW YOU AWAY INSTEAD!"
After a tug-of-war that nearly sent both of them tumbling to the ground, Krish finally managed to snatch the black box away.
He backed up several steps, gripping it tightly.
Krishna immediately lunged toward him.
"GIVE IT BACK!"
"No!"
"GIVE IT BACK, KRISH!"
"No!"
"GIVE IT BACK!"
"NO!"
Krish stared at him, then raised his voice.
"CAN YOU JUST LISTEN TO ME FOR ONCE?!"
Krishna stopped, though his expression still looked murderous.
"What now?"
Krish looked at the box in his hands.
Then at Krishna.
"When I touched this box... I saw something."
Krishna frowned.
"And?"
Krish took a breath.
"I saw a woman."
Krishna raised an eyebrow.
"...Okay?"
"Then, all of a sudden, the woman turned into a monster."
Silence.
Krishna stared at his older brother.
Krish stared back at him.
One second.
Two seconds.
Then...
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Krishna burst out laughing, doubling over.
"DAMNNN! KRISH! ARE YOU DRUNK OR WHAT?!"
"I'm not drunk!"
"A WOMAN TURNED INTO A MONSTER?! HAHAHAHA! HAVE YOU BEEN WATCHING TOO MANY MOVIES?!"
"I'M SERIOUS, IDIOT!"
Krishna wiped the corners of his eyes, which had started watering from laughing too hard.
Krish glared at him.
"Are you done?"
Krishna tried to hold back his laughter. He stared at his brother's face for several seconds, as if considering whether Krish needed to be taken to a hospital or whether a bucket of cold water would be enough.
Then his mischievous grin returned.
"Seriously, though? Was she hot?"
Krish went silent.
Krishna immediately pointed at him.
"THERE! I KNEW IT! YOU WERE DAYDREAMING!"
"I'LL SLAP THAT MOUTH RIGHT OFF YOUR FACE!"
"HAHAHAHA!"
Krish glanced at the black box in his hands again.
Krishna's laughter gradually died down, but his curiosity hadn't gone away.
Behind all the ridiculous things that had happened, something continued to bother Krish.
The woman who'd turned into a monster.
The silhouette beyond the trees.
And the box that kept coming back, as if it had a will of its own.
He had no idea what was really going on.
But he was certain of one thing.
The box wasn't an ordinary object.
Unfortunately, Krishna had a different opinion.
"Come on. Give it here."
Krish immediately pulled the box away from him.
"What now?"
"I'm throwing it away again."
"KRISHNA!"
"What?!"
"CAN YOU JUST SHUT UP FOR ONCE?!"
Krishna immediately lunged for the box.
Krish dodged to the side.
Krishna turned with him.
Krish backed away.
Krishna charged again.
"HEY! DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!"
"GIVE IT BACK!"
"NO!"
"GIVE IT BACK!"
"NO!"
Krish finally tripped his little brother.
THUD!
Krishna went sprawling onto the ground again.
"DAMN YOU, KRISH!"
Krish backed away, holding the box high above his head.
"WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LISTEN?!"
Krishna got back up, his face bright red.
"YOU STARTED IT!"
"YOU'RE THE ONE WHO KEEPS TRYING TO THROW IT AWAY!"
"BECAUSE THIS THING IS ANNOYING AS HELL!"
"HOW CAN AN OBJECT BE ANNOYING?!"
"IT CAN! FOR EXAMPLE, YOU!"
Krish fell silent.
Then he immediately shoved his brother's shoulder.
Krishna shoved him back.
The two started pushing each other again, nearly getting into another fight in the middle of the yard.
Until finally...
"HEYYYYYYYY!"
Takashima's voice exploded from beside the stove.
"ARE YOU TWO TRYING TO MAKE MY HOUSE COLLAPSE OR WHAT?!"
The brothers immediately stopped.
Takashima stood there with a wooden spoon in his hand. He looked like a man who'd just realized that the biggest mistake of his life had been allowing these two idiots to grow up under the same roof.
"I GOT FIVE MINUTES OF PEACE TO COOK! FIVE DAMN MINUTES! AND YOU TWO ARE AT IT AGAIN!"
Krishna was still glaring at Krish.
Krish was glaring right back.
Takashima pointed his wooden spoon at them.
"IF EITHER OF YOU STARTS AGAIN, I'LL DUMP BOILING CASSAVA WATER ON YOU!"
Silence.
Krishna slowly lowered his hands.
Krish took a step back.
Neither of them wanted to find out whether that threat was serious or just an empty warning.
Krishna straightened his shirt and clicked his tongue.
"Fine, whatever. Go make out with that box until you both die."
He turned and headed toward the back door.
"If it comes back again, don't come crying to me!"
Krishna went inside without looking back.
Krish stared at the door his little brother had just walked through.
Then he slowly shook his head.
"Absolutely useless."
He let out a sigh, then looked down at the black box in his hands.
The E.Y.E.S logo was still clearly visible on its surface.
Krish ran his thumb across the box.
His thoughts returned to the strange vision he'd experienced earlier.
The woman.
The monster.
The mysterious figure beyond the trees.
Everything had felt far too real to dismiss as a mere hallucination.
Krish turned toward the back fence.
The trees swayed gently in the breeze.
For a moment, he felt as if someone were watching him.
But when he tried to make sure, there was no one there.
Still, one thing was certain.
He couldn't keep pretending he knew nothing.
Krish tightened his grip on the box.
"...I'll have to figure this out myself."
And without realizing it, that small decision would bring him and Krishna much closer to something neither of them had ever imagined.
To be continued...
Not a cliffhanger about our relationship, though. 😜
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