Venom & Vermilion
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He knew my coffee order before we met.
He knew my childhood address.
He knew what I was afraid of.
I thought I came to Chennai for my father's debt.
Vikram Arjun Naidu had been waiting for me for eighteen months.
The terrifying part isn't that he's a billionaire. Or a crime lord. Or the kind of man entire cities fear.
The debt was never the point.
I was.
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