Ten days had passed since their discovery at the abandoned bunker. The trio had spent sleepless nights studying the clay tablets Arjun had found, carefully documenting each symbol and attempting to decipher their meaning.

Late one evening, Arjun sat in his cluttered room, surrounded by piles of books and notes. He held up one of the clay tablets, his fingers tracing the intricate carvings. The realization struck him like lightning. He immediately grabbed his phone and called Kabir and Rohan.

"You guys need to come over right now," Arjun said, his voice trembling with excitement.

Half an hour later, Kabir and Rohan arrived at Arjun’s house, their curiosity piqued. Arjun wasted no time and placed the tablets in front of them.

"Guys, this isn't just a random artifact," Arjun began, his eyes gleaming. "These tablets contain something extraordinary... they're instructional. They actually teach the Indus Valley script. If we can master this, even Rohan could become an archaeologist."

Rohan smirked. "Wow, thanks for the confidence boost, professor."

Kabir, still processing the information, leaned in closer. "You're saying... these tablets hold the key to understanding their language?"

Arjun nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly. If we can fully decode this, we might unlock knowledge that has been lost for millennia."

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Rohan ran a hand through his hair. "This is insane. But how are we going to verify any of this? We can't just sit here forever, staring at clay."

Arjun took a deep breath. "That's why we're going to see my grandfather tomorrow. He’s an expert in this field, and I think he might be able to help us."

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The Next Day

Arjun and Kabir arrived at Arjun’s grandfather’s house, a cozy yet regal old home lined with shelves filled with books on ancient civilizations. Professor Rudra Mehra, a renowned archaeologist with numerous discoveries under his belt, greeted them with a warm smile.

"Ah, Arjun, my boy! And Kabir, good to see you both," Rudra said, adjusting his reading glasses. "What brings you two here?"

Arjun placed the box carefully on the table and opened it, revealing the tablets. The professor’s eyes widened as he examined them.

"This is... remarkable," Rudra murmured, tracing the inscriptions with reverence. "Arjun, you've truly found something extraordinary. I'm proud of you."

Arjun felt a swell of pride at his grandfather's praise, but before he could respond, Rudra walked to an old wooden chest and retrieved a smaller, ornate box.

"I think it's time you saw this," Rudra said, placing it on the table.

Inside the box lay an ancient bracelet, crafted with meticulous detail. It was a three-layered structure, each layer distinct yet interconnected:

1. The Inner Layer: A smooth band of dark metal, engraved with delicate lines that formed geometric patterns. It felt cool to the touch, almost as if it pulsed with energy.

2. The Middle Layer: A ring of interlocking segments, each inscribed with tiny rune-like symbols. They appeared to shift slightly when observed closely, almost as if hiding a secret code.

3. The Outer Layer: Ornate and decorative, featuring small gemstones embedded at equal intervals, with faint traces of gold inlaid within the carvings of what seemed to be Indus script.

Arjun's eyes widened as he examined it. "Grandpa, what are these runes? They look like they belong to the same script as the tablets!"

Rudra nodded. "Indeed. I've been trying to decipher them for years, but without a key, it's nearly impossible. However, with your newfound tablets..."

Kabir smirked. "Looks like we've got our work cut out for us."

Arjun held the bracelet carefully, the runes seeming to glow faintly under the light. "Let's break this script down, one layer at a time."

Rohan, who had just arrived, leaned against the doorframe. "Looks like we're in deeper than I thought. You guys ready for this?"

Arjun exchanged a determined look with Kabir. "Absolutely. This might be the biggest discovery of our lives."