8."Unraveling Mysteries"

As the movie's end credits began to roll, people started to stand up and exit the theater, but some remained seated. Anu and I were among those still in our seats when the end credits appeared. Anu turned to me and asked, "What happened, Krishna? The movie is already over." I smiled and replied, "No, Anu, the movie isn't over yet. There's a post-credit scene at the end." Anu looked puzzled and inquired, "What's that?" With a smile, I pointed at the screen and said, "Look, it's starting." Anu turned her gaze toward the screen, curiosity lighting up her eyes.

As the post-credit scene begins, we find Tony Stark stepping into his luxurious home. "Jarvis," he calls out, seeking the comfort of his AI butler. In response, Jarvis greets him with a "welcome home."

However, Tony's attention is drawn to a figure standing on his balcony, cloaked in shadows. The man, dressed in a sleek black suit, stands with his back to Tony, facing the darkness.

Sensing Tony's presence, the mysterious figure turns, though his face remains obscured by the dim light. " 'I am Iron Man,' " he begins, echoing Tony's iconic declaration to the world. "But did you ever stop to think that you're not the only superhero out there?"

With measured steps, he approaches Tony, his identity still concealed. "Mr. Stark," he continues, "you've become a part of something much larger, something beyond your current understanding."

Intrigued and slightly unnerved, Tony demands, "Who the hell are you?"

Hearing this the man spoke, he revealed his identity: "Nick Fury, director of S.H.I.E.L.D." With those words, he stepped into the light, revealing a man of black complexion, sporting an eyepatch over one eye.

Continuing his ominous message, he declared, "I'm here to discuss the Avenger initiative." With a mysterious aura surrounding him, Nick Fury's words lingered in the air as the screen faded to black, bringing the post-credit scene to a close.

As the screen faded to black, I glanced at Anu, who was still fixated on the empty screen. With a gentle smile, I suggested, "Anu, let's head out. The movie's done."

However, Anu's perplexed expression remained as she replied, "It's over, but I'm not sure I understand." Curiously, I inquired, "What didn't you understand?" Anu hesitated before admitting, "That last scene... Who is that man, Nick Fury? And what is S.H.I.E.L.D.? And what is the Avenger initiative? There are so many things I don't understand." With a reassuring smile, I explained, "We'll figure it out in the next movie. They add post-credit scenes to get the audience excited for the next part." Anu nodded in understanding, saying, "Okay." Sensing the time, I remarked, "Let's go before we're late. Viswanath uncle will have my head." Anu chuckled sweetly, agreeing, "Okay, let's go." And with that, we exited the theater.

As we stepped out of the theater, something unexpected caught my eye—a familiar and intriguing figure. However, I decided it wasn't the right time to approach him. Turning to Anu, I suggested, "Anu, let's grab some coffee." Anu seemed puzzled, reminding me, "But we're headed home for dinner, and now you want coffee?" I chuckled, explaining, "It's not for me, but for someone else." Anu's confusion grew as she questioned, "For someone else? But it's just the two of us." With a mischievous grin, I replied, "Don't worry about it. You'll understand later." Anu rolled her eyes playfully, remarking, "You and your cryptic remarks. Sometimes, I can't decipher what you're trying to say." I laughed, reassuring her, "You'll see. Let's go." Anu nodded reluctantly, and we made our way to the coffee shop.

As we perused the menu, I turned to Anu and asked, "What would you like to drink?" Anu's eyes lit up as she spotted her favorite, declaring, "I want a chocolate shake." I signaled the barista, placing our order for a chocolate shake and a cappuccino to go. After settling the bill, our drinks were ready, and we left the coffee shop.

The air was crisp as we strolled down the sidewalk, our warm beverages in hand. Despite Anu's lingering curiosity, she trusted my judgment and followed along.

As we strolled along, a rather intriguing figure caught my eye that I see before, approaching us head-on. He was clad in a shirt, trousers, and a jacket, resembling a character straight out of detective movies. Walking beside him was a young woman, evidently his assistant. Just as we passed each other, he abruptly halted and directed his gaze towards me. However, I continued walking, unfazed by his sudden pause.

"Mr., can you stop there, please?" he called out, prompting us to halt and face him. Anu, curious, inquired, "What happened?" Yet, he remained silent, his attention fixed on me. Sensing his hesitation, his assistant urged, "Sir, say something. Why did you stop them?" Finally, addressing me directly, he remarked, "I've seen you somewhere."

I responded with a simple smile, while his assistant, upon scrutinizing my face, suddenly recollected, "Sir, I remember him! He's Mr. Krishna Prasad, the CEO of Nirvana Enterprises." The man continued to gaze at me intently, before finally breaking the silence with an apologetic tone, "Sorry for the inconvenience."

As they turned to resume their walk, I couldn't resist a parting remark, "You forgot something, Agent Sai Srinivasa Athreya." This unexpected utterance seemed to catch them off guard, causing both the man and his assistant to pause and glance back at me, their demeanor now tinged with a hint of tension.

As tension subtly enveloped the air, the detective managed to maintain his composure, masking any signs of unease. However, his assistant's slight tremble betrayed their inner apprehension. Seemingly unfazed, he addressed me calmly, "What did I forget, Mr. Prasad?"

With a subtle gesture, I revealed the coffee cup in my hands, replying, "You forgot your coffee, Athreya." He appeared puzzled, asserting, "I didn't order any coffee, Mr. Prasad. I think it's not mine." Yet, I persisted, a knowing smile playing on my lips, "No, Athreya, it's indeed your coffee. Look, you even have your name on it."

His silence spoke volumes, indicating that he was deep in thought. Meanwhile, Anu, intrigued by the exchange, inquired silently, "Krishna, where did you write his name on it, and most importantly, how did you know him?" Sensing her curiosity, I reassured her, "I'll tell you later."

Turning my attention back to Athreya, who continued to scrutinize me, I remarked with a smile, "And it looks good when a detective has a cup of coffee in his hand, isn't it?"

As his assistant's fear became palpable, I couldn't help but notice her reaction. It seemed my remark about detectives holding coffee triggered something in her. However, Athreya remained composed, his calm demeanor unwavering. With a reassuring smile, I jestingly reassured him, "Take it, Athreya. I didn't add poison to it."

As he hesitated for a moment, Athreya finally accepted the coffee cup from my hand, uttering a polite "Thank you." Seizing the opportunity, I reached for my card and handed it to him, offering, "This is my card. If you need any help in the future, feel free to give me a call."

Taking the card from my hand, Athreya nodded in acknowledgment before beginning to move away. However, before he could make his departure, I interjected with a parting remark, "And a little advice from me: don't watch too many movies starring Leonardo DiCaprio. Try some new films." With that, I bid farewell to Agent Athreya, causing him to freeze momentarily in astonishment. Ignoring his reaction, I took Anu's hand and led her away from the scene, leaving Athreya behind.

As they left, Sneha hurriedly caught up with Athreya, expressing her concern, "Sir, he left." Athreya simply nodded in acknowledgment, replying, "Yes, I can see that, Sneha."

With a worried expression, Sneha continued, "Sir, what are we going to do now? He knows everything about us. He knows that you like coffee and watch Leonardo DiCaprio movies."

Deep in thought, Athreya contemplated their next steps. Finally, he motioned for Sneha to follow. They made their way back to their office or hideout, lost in their own thoughts.

As they entered, Athreya sank into a sofa, lost in contemplation. Sneha, observing his demeanor, voiced her confusion, "Sir, I don't understand. How does he know so much about us? Did he hide some microphone in our office?" She began to scan the surroundings, looking for any signs of surveillance.

Observing Athreya's composed demeanor, Sneha listened intently as he clarified, "No, Sneha, he didn't hide anything here. He never came here."

Perplexed, Sneha couldn't help but question, "Can you tell me why the hell you stopped him first?"

Athreya's expression remained stoic as he replied, "Where are the five-year-old newspapers?"

Pointing towards a drawer, Sneha responded, "In that drawer. Why?" But Athreya didn't provide an immediate answer. Instead, he rose from the sofa and approached the drawer, rummaging through it until he found the specific newspaper he sought. Handing it to Sneha, he instructed, "Look at this article."

Curious, Sneha began to read the article while Athreya elaborated, "It's an article about a man who suddenly appeared in Dubai. He killed lots of criminals there. The same man appeared in many countries and killed many criminals and gangsters five years ago."

Perplexed by the implications of the article, Sneha questioned, "But what is the relationship between this man and Krishna Prasad?"

Athreya gestured towards the photo accompanying the article. "Look at the photo. It's the only image of him that was ever captured."

Examining the blurry image, Sneha remarked, "It's just a blurry photo."

Acknowledging the photo's quality, Athreya persisted, "I know it's a blurry photo, but look at the eyes. They're exactly the same as Krishna Prasad's."

Skepticism clouded Sneha's expression as she countered, "Even if you're suggesting that this man is Krishna Prasad, we can't just suspect him based on this blurry photo or his eyes."

Listening intently, Sneha absorbed Athreya's explanation. "I'm not suspecting him solely based on the photo. Let me tell you, three years ago, that man suddenly vanished from the underworld. Around the same time, Krishna Prasad started his company. No one knows where the funding came from, and his company grew this big in just two years. How can that be possible? And, most importantly, why haven't prominent businessmen taken action against him?"

Pondering Athreya's revelations, Sneha sought clarification. "So, you're suggesting that Krishna is this man?"

Athreya shook his head. "I don't know. No one has seen that man except him."

Perplexed, Sneha inquired further, "Who?"

In response, Athreya opened another article and pointed to a specific section. "Him."

As Sneha's hand trembled with fear upon seeing the name, she stammered, "H-how?"

Athreya remained composed as he replied, "There are rumors that they two are partners."

Fearing the implications of such an alliance, Sneha exclaimed, "If this is true, then it's good for us if we don't get involved in this."

Athreya shook his head, his mind already racing with plans. "No, we're already involved. If my instincts are correct, then Krishna knows that we know about him. That's why he gave me his card. He also knows that something big is happening, and we're going to be involved soon."

Sneha's anxiety grew as she asked, "Then what should we do, sir?"

With a determined gaze, Athreya reassured her, "As always, we're going to do our job."

(A/N: ignore the timeline and remember that not every character look like the actor that play them because actors play many roles so if we imagine character look like actor then we can't include more movies and that creat problems I hope you understand that and I have lots of work today and also my last exam so that's why chapter become late)

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