The Phoenix, embraced the shadows to protect his country. His true identity remained hidden for years, serving as a covert weapon against unseen threats. But when a teenager's life hangs in the balance, the man faces an impossible choice: to protect...
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PS Chapter 50 is the end.
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Maan stood outside Lilith's room, and took a minute to compose himself. Despite what he told Arjun, Lilith was his worst nightmare. The endless hours he had spent in her lab left deep wounds in his heart. No amount of therapy could make him forget the humiliation he faced, or the fear he underwent. Dr. Sanjeevni Subramanyam was a brilliant scientist but a woman without a soul. She took what she wanted without regard to anyone. He sympathized with the pain she underwent, but he did not sympathize with her choices. The people who wronged her were dead, but she hated the whole country for failing her. She forgot everything that the country gave her, only remembered the tragedy. Lucifer had given her revenge, and she became a pawn in his hands. Born to a man who was called a Masiha, she had completely lost her humanity. The society failed her, and she failed the society with her evilness.
They said that evil was not born, rather created. Lilth was created from the ashes of Dr. Sanjeevni. In her vendetta of revenge, the lines of right and wrong blurred for her. Every Indian was her enemy. She loathed the very country she was born in and that was one thing Maan could never relate to.
Maan took a deep breath and stepped inside. The room was stark and clinical, its walls washed in white that reflected the harsh fluorescent lighting. Every corner and surface was smooth, devoid of any sharp edges or potential hazards. In the center of the room, a single bed was bolted firmly to the floor, its mattress thin and unyielding. Beside the bed, a chair and table stood resolutely, secured to the ground with an air of permanence. There were a few books without binding, arranged neatly in the metal shelves encased in the wall.
