But gifts, in this world, have a way of turning into debts.
It hadn't started with greed. It started with a cracked screen. Years ago, as a broke engineering student in Pune, his laptop’s display shattered. The only solace was his love for films—Malayalam thrillers, obscure Korean dramas, Hollywood blockbusters. But a single movie ticket cost his two days’ food budget. So, he learned to torrent. Then, he learned to rip. Then, he learned to code.
He wrote a script. Not a virus, but a time bomb.
The server room was a crypt of humming machines. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of ozone and cheap instant noodles. This was the temple, and Arjun was its high priest.