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The oath-
Kavya Menon stood before the mirror. On the dresser lay an old, tarnished silver locket
She touched the cold metal, her fingers trembling not with fear, but with resolve."Let the roots rot," she whispered to the empty room, a vow sealed in the silence. "Let the family name burn, if that is what it takes to find the truth."
The resolve -
Priya clenched her hand beneath her desk, her knuckles white. For a year, she had been patient.She had built a future in her mind-a house, a ring, a life where the shadows of his past couldn't reach them.
The fracture of shield -
For years, Arjun's anger had been his shield. It was solid, dependable, and kept him warm.The anger was still there, yes. But beneath it, something more dangerous was brewing: confusion. Why was she here? Why did her presence make the air feel thin?
The Artist's vision-
Unseen by them all, a pair of eyes watched the drama unfold.
In a studio smelling of turpentine and rot, They weren't photos of victims.
They were candid shots taken from a distance.
One of the woman with the secret burden.
Another One of the woman with the desperate hope.
One of the man tearing himself apart.
The Killer stepped back, admiring the composition. He had been looking for a masterpiece, a subject that embodied true, raw agony. He had looked for it in struggling artists, but their pain was often performative.
But this... this was real.
"Why look for subjects in the shadows," he murmured, picking up his palette knife, "when the art is walking right through the police station doors?"
He dipped the knife into the Indigo paint.
One of them would be his next canvas.