Night had stretched longer than expected, but none of us seemed to mind. The thrill of discovery had taken over, and the abandoned airplane graveyard we found on Google Maps had sparked an idea in Arjun’s mind that he was now eager to share.

"You know," Arjun said, leaning back in his chair, "we've spent so much time exploring places online. What if we actually planned a real trip to one of these locations?"

Kabir raised an eyebrow. "You mean... actually go there? Like, in person?"

"Exactly," Arjun replied, a grin creeping across his face. "Think about it. We always talk about how cool it would be to explore these places for real. Maybe it's time we actually did it."

I considered his words, feeling a mix of excitement and hesitation. "It’s a cool idea, but wouldn’t that take a lot of planning? Plus, some of these places could be off-limits."

"That’s the fun part," Arjun said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "We do the research, plan it out carefully, and pick a place that’s safe enough but still exciting."

Kabir leaned forward, intrigued. "Alright, I’m in—on one condition. We need a solid plan. No rushing into things blindly."

I sighed, realizing I was already getting pulled into this adventure. "Fine, but let's start with something nearby. Maybe an old factory or a ghost town. Nothing too crazy."

Arjun nodded. "Deal. Let's make a list of potential spots and figure out what we need to do."

As we got to work, Kabir pulled up a map and started marking locations we had come across in our previous sessions. Old factories, long-forgotten railway stations, and even a rumored underground bunker made the shortlist. The energy in the room shifted from casual banter to focused determination.

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"Look at this," Kabir said, pointing at a small town a few hours away. "There's an abandoned textile mill here. It’s been shut down for years, and there are rumors about weird stuff happening there."

Arjun grinned. "Perfect. We can do a short weekend trip, nothing too intense. Just to test the waters."

I couldn't help but smile. Despite my initial doubts, the idea of stepping into the unknown with my friends was starting to grow on me. "Alright, let's do it. But we should be careful and stay under the radar."

The rest of the night was spent researching the place, planning our trip, and figuring out what gear we’d need. Snacks, flashlights, first-aid kits—Kabir was already making an exhaustive list.

By the time we called it a night, the plan was set in motion. As I left Arjun’s house and rode back home through the quiet streets, I couldn't shake the feeling that this trip might be more than just an adventure—it might be the beginning of something bigger.

The ride back was quieter, the excitement of our upcoming adventure still lingering in my mind. Despite my exhaustion, I couldn't help but replay our conversation, wondering if we were truly ready for something like this.

The next morning, I arrived at college feeling the familiar buzz of campus life. Students hurried to their classes, some engaged in deep discussions while others simply enjoyed the morning sun. I spotted Arjun sitting under a tree, flipping through a thick research book, completely immersed. His passion for archaeology was evident in the way he tackled his thesis work—meticulously and with unshakable focus.

Kabir joined us shortly after, laptop in hand, his fingers already flying across the keyboard. "Morning, gentlemen," he said with a smirk. "I've been doing some digging—figuratively, of course. Turns out the textile mill we picked has some interesting history. There were rumors of smuggling operations back in the day, but nothing was ever proven."

Arjun glanced up, intrigued. "Smuggling, huh? That could explain the secrecy surrounding it. Maybe there are artifacts or documents left behind that could tie into my research."

"Or," Kabir added with a grin, "it could just be a good old-fashioned abandoned building waiting for us to uncover its secrets."

I dropped my bag on the bench beside them. "Before we get too carried away, remember—this is just a trial run. We don’t want to bite off more than we can chew."

Rohan arrived a few minutes later, looking fresh from an early morning workout, his athletic frame a contrast to Arjun's scholarly demeanor and Kabir's tech-savvy persona. He adjusted his backpack and grinned. "So, when are we doing this? You guys don't usually plan stuff unless it's serious."

"We're thinking this weekend," Arjun said. "A short trip, nothing too complicated. Just enough to test our skills and see if we’re cut out for real-world exploration."

Rohan nodded. "Sounds good. I’ll handle the physical prep—make sure we're ready to move quickly if things get dicey."

Kabir smirked. "Always the action guy, huh?"

"You know it," Rohan replied with a wink. "While you two play detective, I’ll make sure we don’t trip over our own feet."

With everyone on board, the plan was slowly coming together. Between Arjun’s historical insights, Kabir’s digital sleuthing, and Rohan’s physical prowess, we were shaping up to be a formidable team.

As the bell rang, signaling the start of classes, I felt a surge of excitement. Our little adventure was beginning to feel real, and with these guys by my side, I knew we were in for something unforgettable.