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CHAPTER 56

The underground chamber of the Rajvansh mansion was colder than hell’s last circle, all stone walls and rusted chains, the kind of place where even a whisper sounded like it was begging for mercy. Rudhraksh stood in the center of it, shoulders broad, jaw set so tight it looked carved from granite. Kabir stood slightly behind him, silent, the kind of silence that comes from knowing the storm in front of you isn’t human anymore.

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