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2024-10-29 19:42:56Rudra sat alone in his dimly lit room, the soft glow of a single lamp casting shadows on the walls. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as he pondered over the mysterious adversary they had encountered. He knew the man well—or at least, he thought he did. This enigmatic figure, known for his direct and fearless attacks, was not one to hide in the shadows or orchestrate assaults from afar. The tactics they had faced recently were entirely out of character for the man Rudra remembered.
He leaned back in his chair, the creak of the wood breaking the silence. His gaze was fixed on the ceiling, but his mind was far away, retracing every detail of their recent encounters. The strategies employed by this masked figure were cunning and indirect, relying on misdirection and psychological warfare. This was not the way of the mysterious man Rudra had come to know over the years."This doesn't make sense," Rudra muttered to himself, his brow furrowed in concentration. "He wouRelated chapters
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Nand shifted uneasily in his chair, the thought gnawing at him. "dad," he began, his voice tinged with concern, "what if this mysterious man isn't done with us? What if he has another plan in place, one that involves Rajeev and Gowthami again?" Rudra looked up, his eyes narrowing as he considered Nand's words. "What are you getting at, Nand?" Nand leaned forward, the urgency of his thoughts propelling him. "What if the man we encountered wasn't really the mastermind? What if he was just a decoy, someone put there to mislead us while the real threat remains hidden, waiting for the right moment to strike? We've been so focused on the direct threat, but what if his true plan is to manipulate Rajeev and Gowthami again?" Rudra's eyes darkened as he pondered Nand's hypothesis. It was a disturbing yet plausible scenario. "You mean to say that while we were chasing shadows, he could have been setting up another trap, using someo
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