
Author's POV
The night air was heavy with foreboding, the kind that stuck to the skin and caused your breath to catch. Madhav was rooted in the darkened corridor, his heart pounding as Khyaati confronted the man in the black suit.
Author's POV
The night air was heavy with foreboding, the kind that stuck to the skin and caused your breath to catch. Madhav was rooted in the darkened corridor, his heart pounding as Khyaati confronted the man in the black suit.
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