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Published on:- 26/8/25 [Tuesday]

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She fell for him softly.
He claimed her like war.

...

Somewhere in 'Y' city:-

"What's the situation?" His voice sliced through the silence as he turned to one of his men.

"Boss! All the girls are under their custody," the man reported quickly, head bowed.

His jaw tightened, but his voice stayed low and lethal. "And bug?"

The man hesitated only a second. "Bug is dead. She was shot by them"

A dangerous stillness settled over him, his dark eyes glinting with a madness that made even his men avert their gaze. He clenched his fists, his voice dropping into a cold whisper that chilled the air.

"That's good that she is dead now. Remember to clear all the signs of mine. No traces. No name. Understood?"

The warning was not just an order-it was a death sentence.

"Yes! Boss". The man replied as he knew what to do next.

It was time for them to stay alert, to vanish underground until the Boss gave the command to strike.

"Leo! You better watch your back. Because this time you have another weakness"

The room fell into silence. Everyone knew what that meant.

Iraaj's weakness was never exposed. It was always hidden, caged, or destroyed-by his own hands if necessary but this time, he openly accepted his weakness. Lavanya Shri- His wife.

His madness, his possession, his forbidden anchor.

If anyone dared to touch her... Iraaj wouldn't just burn cities. He would erase them from existence.

A cruel smile tugged at the enemy's lips. "Even kings bleed when their obsession is touched. See you soon"

***

On the other hand, in the same hospital, the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor filled the silent ICU room.

Inside, a girl lay unconscious while a few soldiers stood guard; sharp-eyed, every movement precise.

One of them adjusted his headset, preparing a brief report of the incident as the line connected instantly.

"What's the result? Did he get caught?", A feminine voice crackled through, heavy with restrained anxiety.

"Madam," the soldier greeted.

There was a pause. Then suspicion sharpened her tone.
"You... You are not Leo."

"Correct, I'm T." the soldier replied with steady calm.

A beat of silence followed.

Then she pressed again, her words clipped, demanding. "Result?"