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The courtyard was strewn with shattered glass, smoldering wood, and blood some dry, some fresh. The air hung heavy, too still, as if the world itself had paused to see what fate would decide next.
Rivaan Kapoor stood tall despite the tremor in his legs, sweat and blood mixing on his temple. His fist was clenched so tight it trembled, and his eyes dark, stormy, unblinking burned holes into the man who had haunted their lives like a recurring nightmare.
Raghav lay sprawled on the ground, pretending to be unconscious, his body limp like a snake waiting to strike. But Rivaan wasn’t fooled. His chest heaved with fury, and his boots crushed the ground as he took a step forward. His hand reached down slowly and wrapped around the hilt of Raghav's fallen sword.
The cold steel shimme
