The article spread fast.
Faster than they expected.
Phones buzzed everywhere.
Writers started talking.
Questions were rising.
Meher stared at the screen.
"It's working…" she whispered.
Aarav nodded.
"Yeah… but now they'll react."
As if on cue—
Reyaan's phone rang.
Unknown number.
He answered.
Silence… then a voice:
"You made a mistake."
Call cut.
Tension filled the room.
Minutes later—
Meher's laptop suddenly shut down.
Aarav's phone lost network.
Reyaan's system crashed.
"Damn… they're hitting back," Reyaan said.
Within seconds—
The news article disappeared.
Deleted.
Meher's heart sank.
"No… they can't just erase it…"
Reyaan clenched his jaw.
"They control bigger platforms than we thought."
Aarav looked serious.
"This is bigger than media."
Suddenly—
A new notification popped up on Meher's phone.
A message.
"You wanted a war."
"Now face it."
Outside—
Heavy rain started again.
Louder. Stronger.
Inside—
Silence.
Meher slowly looked up.
No fear in her eyes now.
Only fire.
"Then we don't stop," she said.
Aarav nodded.
"We go bigger."
Reyaan added—
"We hit where they can't control everything."
Meher took a deep breath.
"Global platforms."
Thunder roared.
The system had struck back.
But now—
So would they.