Aryan's point of view...

The moment I heard the word Holy Fire, my heart slipped into my throat.

It couldn't be...!

It shouldn't be...!

I couldn't face that fire, no matter what.

Holy fire, that light blue color flame is the fire preserved for more than a thousand years, no one knows its exact origin as it was lit for almost forever.

When anyone lies before the holy fire, it will turn red and catches the lair instantly, it is so accurate, and as it is called holy, it is a damn sure thing for everyone.

They don't use it casually because it needs a lot of spiritual energy to control.

I can't get caught, I can't let this happen.

If they make me speak before that flame, I am dead...!

I am gone for sure...!

I walked back to my room, but dare not lay on the bed, how could I be resting, man?

What should I do?

Was all roaming around my mind. How did they get to know about me?

Wait...!

If it was me, that they were doubting about then my father would have come to me already and might have peele