Loving darkness isn't easy, right? Sandhya, a beautiful Kathak dancer with captivating grey eyes, fell for a devil disguised as a man. Karan Singh Rathore, the feared Mafia King, was a demon who thrived on cruelty and terror.
Despite her soft heart...
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Avyan slowly opened his eyes. A cold, burning sensation blazed within them, making them appear fiery and red. He blinked, trying to focus, only to see a circle of gun barrels pointed directly at him-Khalid's men, all poised to shoot at a moment's notice.
Khalid stood up from his chair with a deliberate slowness, his movements exuding confidence and control. He stroked his beard thoughtfully, a crooked smile spreading across his face as he locked eyes with Avyan. The tension in the room was palpable, a dangerous mix of anticipation and malice.
Meanwhile, Aradhya glanced at her watch, her face lighting up with a pleased smile. She looked up at the screen in front of her, where the live feed showed Khalid, his men, and Avyan. She leaned back, her expression one of satisfaction, as if everything was unfolding exactly as she had planned.
On the other side of the warehouse, John, sent by Aradhya, crept silently through the shadows. He had managed to slip past the initial guards and was now inside the vast, dimly lit space. From his position, he could see Avyan, his eyes blazing with fury and pain, surrounded by Khalid's men, their guns aimed squarely at him.
John's heart raced, each beating thundering in his ears as he carefully scanned the room. He counted the number of goons, noting their positions and how intently they watched Avyan. He knew any wrong move would blow his cover and put them both in even greater danger.
Slowly, John edged further into the darkness, moving from one shadow to the next. He pressed himself against a cold, concrete pillar, barely daring to breathe. He peeked out just enough to catch a glimpse of Khalid's crooked smile and Avyan's burning eyes. He could feel the tension in the air, thick like a storm about to break.
