The night was shrouded in an unsettling darkness, its silence broken only by the soft, deliberate footsteps of a lone figure approaching the grand Rathore Mansion. His movements were careful, precise, his grip firm around the cold steel of his gun. Shadows stretched and twisted under the dim glow of the streetlights, but his focus remained unshakenβhe was prepared for whatever resistance awaited him.
Yet as he neared the main gate, his brows furrowed in confusion. Something was amiss.
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