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“Sahabji, from her words, it seems Dhara sees Ranasa as her god, her savior. We’re doubting her for no reason. The way she speaks of him—full of respect, loyalty, it feels like ahe lo—” Netra’s voice faltered as she caught herself.
Abhinav’s eyes blazed with fury, cutting her off.
“Don’t utter another word, or I’ll slice your tongue right here,” he growled, his glare sharp enough to pierce through her.
“B-But Sahabji, I’m only te—” Netra stammered, her voice trembling. Before she could finish, Abhinav yanked a gun from his jacket and shoved the barrel into her mouth.
“One pull of this trigger, and neither your tongue nor your breath will work,” he snarled, his fingers tightening around the trigger.
Netra’s hands were pinned by his iron grip, her eyes squeezed shut in terror. Unable to beg or fight, she braced for death.
A shot rang out, echoing sharply in the winter air.
Abhinav stared down at Netra’s lifeless form, her words having crossed a forbidden line in Rajgardh.
She had paid the price for her mistake. He pulled out his phone and dialed.
“Get her to the hospital and don’t let her move until she fixes her mind,” he ordered coldly.
Netra hadn’t died—she had fainted from sheer fear. Abhinav crouched over her limp body, his voice low and menacing.
“I want to see that same fear of death in Dhara’s eyes for Ranasa. Every second, I want her to dread him. I didn’t send you to dig into her feelings. This time, your luck saved you. But if you slip up again, all six of these bullets will tear through you.”
He glared at the gun in his hand, his rage barely contained.
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In Samar's Party Office
Samar sat at his desk, engrossed in a file, his brow furrowed in concentration as he reviewed the details. Abhinav stood nearby, his gaze fixed on Samar, but his mind elsewhere, lost in a whirl of thoughts.
He watched Samar’s every move, as if searching for answers to an unspoken question.
“We need to strengthen and upgrade our campaign,” Samar said, his voice steady as he signed papers.
“Last time, the opposition won seven seats, and we lost our strongest candidate due to a weak campaign. We need to focus on Mavalgardh this time. I want my MLA there, no matter what it takes—money, liquor, anything. We can’t disappoint Dadasahab again. We won the election but lost that crucial village. We can’t afford that mistake again. Balwant Singh is solidifying his hold there.”
Samar glanced up, noticing Abhinav’s unusual silence.
The man was staring blankly at a paperweight, his face distant and troubled.
“Abhinav… Abhinav!” Samar called, but got no response.
Frowning, Samar studied him. Abhinav’s behavior was off today—distracted, unsettled, as if something heavy weighed on his mind.
What was bothering him? Samar could read the worry etched on his friend’s face.
“Abhinav,” Samar said, gently shaking his shoulder.
“Huh!” Abhinav jolted, a gasp escaping his dry lips as he snapped out of his trance.
“Are you okay? Where were you just now?” Samar asked, his voice laced with concern, his dark eyes searching Abhinav’s face.
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Royal Secrets (Shhhh)
Romance"Royal Secrets (Shhhhh)" unveils the shadowy tale of a royal family, where the ancient palace of Rajgardh guards centuries-old mysteries within its walls. Secrets so dark they could have shattered generations, buried alongside long-gone kings, whisp...
