Part 2 (29-April-2024)
The world seemed to tilt for a moment.
Slowly, with an almost theatrical flair, Raghav reached up and tore off his sehra. The crimson and gold threads fluttered to the ground, forgotten, as his face emerged cold, cruel, and unmistakable.
A collective gasp swept across the gathering like a rogue wave.
Meera staggered back, her face draining of all color, her hands flying instinctively to her mouth to stifle a scream. Samar’s grip on the gun tightened, veins throbbing against his skin. Vanya froze, her mind struggling to process the nightmare unfolding in front of her.
From somewhere behind, Aanya’s broken voice trembled into the heavy air.
"Raghav Singh Rathore!" she whispered, disbelief slicing through her words like a blade.
Raghav’s lips curled into a sini
