THE MASKED DEVIL

THE MASKED DEVIL

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Terror descends on Mumbai as its female race is ruthlessly slaughtered one by one. There are no hints, no patterns, almost a perfect crime. Priya Mehra, a brave and astute IPS officer, is dispatched to apprehend the serial killer before it's too late. But she has no idea that the heinous murders will soon be linked to her past. Priya, accompanied by the handsome billionaire Neil Singhania and her rude but intelligent colleague Arjun Nair, must race against the clock before it's too late. _________________________________ "Why did you do this to us?" She asked while struggling to get out of his grip. Her eyes were red and swollen. He clenched her hair, tightly. "Revenge, darling," He looked like a maniac. Psychopath. "You are such a bastard. She will hunt you down," she shouted back at him, and just then he slit open her throat smoothly with a surgical knife. "I am waiting," he replied to her lifeless body and kept a vendetta mask near her which had 'Masked Devil' stamped on it. He had a burning desire for vengeance and now he was ready to play his game. _________________________________
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He ruled in silence. She shook his world with a single glance. Rudraaksh Singh Rathore doesn't believe in love. He believes in power. Control. Silence. Forged in pain and blood, he built empires with a cold heart and colder hands. His past? Buried. His future? Calculated. Marriage? Just another deal... until her. Meher was not what he expected. Draped in tradition, eyes full of fire, and a heart so stubborn it refused to bow- She didn't flinch at his silence. She answered it. She didn't soften for his rage. She faced it. And somewhere between her bold innocence and quiet rebellion... Rudraaksh forgot how to be untouched. Now, the man who made demons kneel, might just fall to his knees... for the girl who was never afraid of his darkness.

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