They were survivors, drifting in the vast silence, haunted by the glowing eyes that remained just beneath the surface.
As they waded through waist-deep water, the shark struck, turning the metallic corridors into a hunting ground. Raj realized the shark wasn't just hungry—it was guarding the exit, toyed with them like a cat with mice. They were survivors, drifting in the vast silence,
"Hindi mein bolo toh, yeh machhli nahi, maut hai," Arjun whispered, clutching a flare gun as a shadow drifted past the glass porthole of the galley. They were survivors