For the past forty-eight hours, Siya had been burning herself from the inside.
No food.
No water.
No rest.
Yet she kept going—pouring every last drop of her energy into saving Ali, ignoring the way her own body was slowly collapsing. Her hands trembled, her vision blurred, but her resolve remained stubbornly alive.
Andy watched her with growing fear.
"For the last two days, you've been continuously draining yourself," he said sharply. "You haven't eaten, you haven't slept, and you're barely standing. If you fall now, everything ends."
Siya forced a weak smile. "I'm fine. Just… give me some more time. I need to connect with George. I need to know how much longer he'll take."
Andy slammed his fist against the wall. "Are you still relying on him? Two days have passed! Not only Ali's life—but yours is in danger too. Stop being foolish."
"He will come," Siya whispered, her voice shaking. "He has to."
Her knees suddenly buckled.
"Siya!" Andy rushed forward, grabbing her before she hit the ground. "Don't close your eyes. Stay conscious!"
But it was too late.
Her body went limp in his arms. Just before the darkness swallowed her completely, Siya caught a fleeting glimpse of someone running toward her.
George.When George arrived, his chest was heaving, his eyes wild with fear.
He ran straight to Andy and shoved a small vial into his hands. "The vaccine. Give it to Ali. Now."
Andy didn't wait.
George dropped to his knees beside Siya, lifting her head onto his lap. Tears streamed down his face as he cradled her like something fragile and irreplaceable.
"I'm sorry," he sobbed. "I never wanted this. I never meant for you to suffer."
Andy's voice cut through the air like a blade. "What's the point of apologizing now? Look at her. She's endured everything alone. If anything happens to her, I swear I'll kill you with my own hands."
George didn't argue.
"She's fallen into eternal sleep," Andy continued. "If we can't wake her up, this will be on you."
George wiped his tears. "No. She won't stay like this. There's still a way."
They moved her to an abandoned factory in a desolate area—far from danger, far from prying eyes. The silence there felt heavy, almost sacred.
"There's only one solution," George said finally. "someone need to enter her subconscious mind and bring her back."
Andy stared at him. "You're saying you want to go inside her memories?"
"Yes but I can't. We need to pull her out of the darkness—out of everything she's buried deep inside."
What you mean you can't ! "And what exactly do you plan to do that?" Andy asked.
George hesitated. "Her inner self can only be reached by someone who holds a special place in her heart."
Andy's face hardened. "Then it's impossible. Only Jate ever had that place."
Before George could respond, a faint voice spoke behind them.
"Only Jate… isn't in her heart."
They turned sharply.
Ali was standing there, pale but awake.
"Ali…" they murmured. "Are you okay?"
Ali nodded slowly, tears filling his eyes. "Yes. I'm fine."
Once boss told me , Jate isn't a single person who holds special place in her heart but we three also means alot for her she said we three not only her closest but we are her lifeand special for her.
After hearing this they got emotional their eyes filled with tears.
They decided that George would enter siya's subconscious and let her out , George went in a meditative state.
"Inside Siya's Subconscious"
George opened his eyes—and stepped into darkness.
The air was cold and silent. Ahead of him, two paths appeared.
One was clear and simple.
The other vanished into a dense, shadow-filled forest.
George didn't hesitate. He chose the forest.
As he walked deeper, the silence began to breathe. After a short distance, he saw a young girl sitting beneath a massive tree, completely immersed in meditation. Her face glowed with an unusual calm, a quiet radiance.
As his footsteps echoed, she opened her eyes.
A gentle smile touched her lips.
George smiled back. "Hello."
Suddenly, her expression changed.
Sadness washed over her face. Her skin turned pale—and in seconds, she turned into stone.
George froze.
These were Siya's memories—beautiful once, now slowly fading into darkness.
A soft melody drifted through the air.
Drawn to it, George followed the sound.
He saw a nineteen-year-old girl singing. Her voice breathed life into everything around her. Flowers bloomed. Birds danced. The air shimmered with warmth.
George felt himself getting lost in the moment—
Until a scream shattered the world.
A scream so painful, so raw, that it threw him off balance and ripped through the illusion.
He gasped as the darkness rushed back in.
His eyes snapped open.
Whose pain was so deep, he wondered,
that even her subconscious couldn't escape it?
And more importantly—
Would he be able to reach her… before she was lost forever?