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This is a work of original fiction. While inspired by elements of real places to create a sense of authenticity, all characters and events are entirely the product of the author's imagination.
This story is not intended to offend any individual, belief, or community. It is written purely for entertainment purposes only.
If you enjoy action, thrill, mystery, and emotionally layered journeys — then welcome aboard.
Let the story begin.
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May 23, 2030 – Taramandal, Gorakhpur
Around 7:30 in the morning, a young boy jogged through the park, the rhythmic thud of his white sneakers blending with the silence of dawn.
He looked to be around twenty-five—tall, athletic, and mysterious. Dressed in white track pants and a plain black T-shirt, he wasn't someone who sought attention, and yet… he was hard to ignore.
A black sports watch adorned his left wrist, while a red sacred thread (kalava) and a silver bracelet clung to his right. A diamond ring sparkled faintly on his ring finger.
Around his neck, a pair of headphones swung lightly with each step. His face remained partially hidden behind a mask.
Just as he was lost in his morning routine, a familiar voice cut through the calm.
"Sid bro!"
He stopped in his tracks. That voice… He knew it too well.
Turning, he saw a younger boy—perhaps twenty or twenty-one—running toward him. The boy wore a navy-blue T-shirt, black jeans, and had a small backpack slung over one shoulder.
His face lit up when he saw Sid, but Sid didn't remove his mask. He only smiled—softly, silently.
"Why are you here so early, Shortie?" Sid asked.
The boy frowned. "Bro, stop calling me Shortie. I'm an adult now."
Sid chuckled, amused. When the boy turned away in mock annoyance, Sid placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Okay okay. I won't call you that again. Happy?"
"Swear?" the boy asked.
"Swear," Sid replied, gently.
The boy brightened up and pulled out a small gift box. "Happy birthday, brother!"
Sid looked at it, surprised. "Thank you, Lucky," he said, pushing the box back toward him. "But you didn't need to."
"Come on, bro!" Lucky protested.
Sid's tone softened, but firm. "Keep it. You might need it more than I do."
Lucky hesitated. "But… Dad—"
"I'll handle talk to him," Sid assured.
Reluctantly, Lucky nodded and returned the box to his bag. Then, he pulled out a lunch box and offered it forward.
"This, at least, you have to take."
Sid peeked inside and his eyes lit up. "Kheer! My favorite."
Without another word, he sat down on a nearby bench, pulled his mask slightly aside, and took a spoonful. The moment it touched his tongue, he closed his eyes in delight.
"Only one thing beats this—Mata Shri's handmade kheer. But this… this is divine."
Lucky grinned at him, shouldering his bag. "Alright, bro. I'm heading to the garage. Lots of work."
Sid simply gave him a thumbs-up without saying a word. But as soon as he left, the smile faded from Sid's face.
His expression changed. His eyes turned moist. There was guilt there. And anger, and something else, something unspoken.
He continued eating the kheer — but this time, with fury in every spoonful.
But just as he scooped another spoonful, something changed. His hand trembled. His breathing hitched.
And then—The lunch box slipped from his fingers. His body followed. He collapsed to the ground, unmoving.
About an hour later...
A soft, chilly breeze whispered through the air, carrying with it a calm that could ease any restless heart.
In the middle of this serenity sat a boy on the steps of his home's garden.
The house behind him was beautiful — a two-storied structure spread across nearly five decimals of land. A sprawling garden wrapped around the house, protected by a boundary wall.
Near the walls, fruit trees stood tall, lush and full, adding a touch of poetic charm to the place. From the main gate to the entrance of the house, flowering plants lined the path in neatly arranged pots, enhancing the home's quiet elegance.
The boy sat with his face tilted slightly upward, lost in the breeze. He wore black trousers paired with a white t-shirt and a white shirt left unbuttoned, fluttering softly in the wind.
His hair danced with the breeze, just like his shirt. With both hands placed behind him, his eyes were closed as he soaked in the moment.
There was peace on his face—pure and undisturbed.
But then… his phone rang.
Annoyed, he opened his eyes and looked at the screen — it was a call from the bank.
He scoffed and muttered, "Don't these bank people have anything better to do?"
With that, he cut the call and placed the phone beside him. But just as he did, something struck him. A thought, a sudden worry.
He quickly picked the phone back up.
It was 9:00 a.m.
"Where is Sid? He should've been here by now," he whispered to himself, a frown forming on his face.
Without hesitation, he opened his contact list and tapped on the number saved as "My Life". He called it once — no answer. Tried again — still no answer.
He stared at the screen, concern deepening.
"Did he put his phone on Do Not Disturb mode again?" he muttered, half annoyed, half anxious.
Then he grumbled, "What am I going to do with this guy?"
Stuffing the phone into his pocket, he grabbed his bike keys and stormed out of the house.
Some time later...
Yash stood outside a gym. Without wasting a second, he pushed the door open and shouted, "Sid! Sid! Where are you?"
Hearing his voice echo through the hall, a man stepped out of the office cabin — it was Rahul, the gym owner.
Seeing Yash's tense expression, Rahul frowned and asked, "What happened, Yash? You look worried."
"Bro, where's Sid?" Yash asked directly.
Rahul blinked, slightly confused, "Sid? He left about an hour ago."
Yash's eyes widened, "What!?"
Rahul nodded, still unsure what was going on, "Yeah… why? Hasn't he reached home yet?"
Without answering, Yash turned around, "We'll talk later, bro."
"But Yash—" Rahul called out, but Yash didn't stop.
Back at home, Yash searched for Sid in every possible corner — but Sid was nowhere to be found.
A woman in her fifties, watering plants nearby, noticed Yash pacing around anxiously.
"What happened, son?" she asked.
Yash looked at her, "Mom… Sid… Sid—"
His voice trembled. He was clearly panicking.
"He what, Yash?" She asked, now worried.
"Sid's gone, Mom." His voice cracked.
And that was all it took. The calm in her eyes shattered.
"What?!" Mrs. Mathur gasped.
"He told me he was going to the gym," Yash explained.
"Did you check there?" Mrs Mathur asked.
"Yes, Mom! I did! Rahul bro said Sid left about an hour ago!" Yash's voice rose with frustration and fear.
Mrs. Mathur clutched her head, "That can't be. If he left so long ago, he should have been back by now."
Yash nodded, "Exactly! That's what I don't understand."
"Where could this boy have gone?" She whispered, overwhelmed.
Yash tried to reassure her, "Don't worry, Mom. I'll… I'll figure something out. I'll find him."
"I'm coming too. Maybe he's at college," She said, walking toward the gate.
"No, Mom. I already checked there. He's not at college either." Yash paused, then added, "Let's do one thing. You call Sunny bro, and I'll ask Lakshmi Di and Kavya Di."
"Yes, that sounds good," She agreed, pulling out her phone.
Yash quickly dialed Kavya. Yash greeted her and asked, "Di, is Sid with you?"
Kavya replied, "No. Why? Is something wrong?"
"No, nothing. I'll talk to you later," Yash said hurriedly before hanging up.
"Was he there?" Mrs. Mathur asked, her hand on his shoulder.
Yash shook his head, "No..."
"Call Lakshmi," She urged.
"Yeah, yeah, doing it now," Yash nodded and made the call.
A minute later, he looked back at her with the same defeated expression, "He's not there either."
Just then, the door opened — a man stepped in.
"Dad!" Yash called out.
"Yes my boy," Mr. Sinha replied.
Yash walked up to him quickly, "Did you assign Sid any mission or task today?"
Mr. Sinha shook his head, "No. Nothing."
Yash pressed further, "You didn't send him on a mission or anything?"
Mr. Sinha said, "Of course not. In fact, I was about to tell him to take a break."
Mrs. Mathur sighed and clutched her head in distress, "What do we do now?"
Mr. Sinha narrowed his eyes and asked, "What happened?"
Yash turned to face him, his voice tight with anxiety, "Dad… we can't find Sid. He's missing."
Mr. Sinha frowned in confusion, his voice rising slightly, "What do you mean, 'missing'? What are you talking about?"
Yash exhaled sharply, frustration seeping through his words, "He went to the gym a while ago… and then disappeared. No one's seen him since."
Now visibly worried, Mr. Sinha asked, "You checked everywhere?"
Yash nodded, almost snapping, "Yes! I even checked with Lakshmi Di and Kavya Di. He's not with them either."
Mrs. Mathur added quickly, "He's not with Sunny or Moksha either. I've called both."
Mr. Sinha pressed further, "Did you talk to his friends?"
Yash pulled out his phone, "No… but I'm doing that right now."
Mr. Sinha followed suit, already dialing, "Good. I'll check too."
The three of them split up, making frantic calls to Sid's friends.
Twenty minutes later, they all reconvened in the living room—
But their faces said it all. Nothing. No clues. No one knew anything.
Mrs. Mathur looked anxiously at Mr. Sinha and asked, "Any news?"
Mr. Sinha shook his head with disappointment. "No, Bhabhi ji… nothing yet."
He glanced at her and added gently, "What about you? Any clue?"
Mrs. Mathur lowered her eyes, her voice trembling as she replied, "No… he's not with any of his friends."
Tears welled up in her eyes. The weight of helplessness hung heavy in the room.
Yash stepped in quietly. "I searched too. He's nowhere to be found."
Mr. Sinha exhaled sharply, tension lining his face. "There's only one option left now—police complaint."
Then, turning to Mrs. Mathur, his voice grew firmer, more reassuring.
"Please don't worry, Bhabhi ji. Sid may have been born to you, but I've always seen him as our own son. And I'll do everything in my power to bring him back safely."
Mrs. Mathur gave a silent nod, her hands clutching the edge of her saree tightly. Mr. Sinha walked outside, already making a call to the authorities.
They had searched every corner of the city.
By now, Sunny, Kavya, Moksha, and Lakshmi had also arrived after hearing about Sid's disappearance. Everyone had tried everything humanly possible… but Sid had vanished without a trace.
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What happened to Sid after he collapsed?
Was the kheer poisoned? If yes, who did it—and why?
What was Sid feeling guilty about while eating the kheer?
Why does Sid always wear a mask? What is he hiding from the world?
What kind of bond do Sid and Lucky really share? Is there something deeper behind their 'brotherly' connection?
To find the answers to all these questions,
keep reading,
"Beyond Words: A Love Born in Silence."
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Author: Dev Srivastava