The Threat

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A silent night. A thunderstorm.
Tring, tring.
An unknown number.
"Hello?" She answered.
"If you want to see your brother alive-" a raspy, cold voice threatened.
"I'll get your burger for you, bhaiyya", she sighed, suppressing a smile.

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