In the glittering world of wealth and privilege, Manisha Rani, the daughter of a notorious and immensely wealthy business tycoon, lived a life of extravagance and entitlement. She was a spoiled brat, accustomed to having her every whim catered to.
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Manisha entered her house, and as she stepped through the door, she was met with a chilling sight. Her father's bodyguard was brutally beating someone, their desperate pleas for mercy barely audible amidst the sounds of violence.
This scene, though horrifying, was unfortunately not uncommon in her house.
Her father, a powerful and ruthless man, engaged in such acts of aggression on a daily basis.
And yet, despite the desensitization that time had brought, Manisha couldn't quell the fear that still gripped her heart.
Manisha's worst fears were realized when she spotted her father's menacing figure approaching in the distance.
The anger in his eyes was palpable, his towering presence commanding. With dread sinking deep within her, she braced herself for what was to come.
"
Manisha!" her father's voice boomed, his anger reverberating through the air. "How dare you disobey me ?"
Feeling the weight of guilt bearing down upon her, Manisha could only muster a faint whisper. "I'm sorry, papa"
Her father's face contorted with rage. "Bahar nikal. Jao yaha se. Mujhe shakal bhi nahi dekhni tumhari abhi!"
She retreated to her room, seeking refuge from the harsh realities that awaited her outside its confines.
Alone in the safety of her sanctuary, Manisha found herself consumed by a profound sadness.
Her tears flowed freely, each drop a testament to the pain and fear she felt deep within.
As the tears dried on her cheeks, a seemingly insignificant memory penetrated her troubled thoughts.
It was the face of that man she had met at a small restaurant, his kind and comforting demeanor etched in her mind.
Though his presence had been brief, it had left an indelible mark on her heart.
Just as she started settling into a restless slumber, her best friend Sunita called, concern evident in her voice. "Manisha, are you okay?"
Manisha sighed and replied, "Yes, Sunita, Mujhe farak nahi padhta. Yeh buddha roz chilata hai. Ab mujhe aadat hai. Kal shopping pe chalenge."
They talked for a while, sharing their worries and dreams, until Manisha found some solace in their conversation.
Finally, exhaustion took over, and she drifted off to sleep, her mind still lingering on the enigmatic man she had encountered earlier.
One the other side, a figure in black clothes made a call to a loyal informant. The voice on the other end of the line responded, "Did you get any information about her?" The figure's deep and gravelly voice replied with an air of anticipation and menace, "Yes. Har ek detail hai mere paas.
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Name: Manisha Rani Daughter of Bansal Rawat Birthday: 10 June Height: 5 feet 3 inches Eye colour: black Hair colour: brown with golden brown highlights Tattoos: on her left forearm " One piece" On the left side of her back "fire" Last seen: Mulkand dhaba
"Kal hi plan execute kardu kya?" the figure asked, its voice dripping with sinister delight.
The informant hesitated for a moment before responding, "haan kardo aur aram se zyada jaanwaron wali harkate nahi. Seedha usse uthane hai aur leke aana hai. Isse zyada kuch nahi hone chahiye."
The figure let out a chilling laugh, a sound that curdled the blood of anyone who heard it. "Woh toh kal hi dekha jayega," it proclaimed with a hint of madness in its voice.
The figure's laughter echoed through the depths of darkness, leaving an unsettling feeling in the air.
