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Rudra's cleverness
Suddenly, an image of Rudra flashed in Guhya's mind. He paused, considering the possibility that Rudra might have intentionally misled him. The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. Rudra was cunning and resourceful, capable of orchestrating an elaborate deception to protect Rajeev and Gowthami. Determined to uncover the truth, Guhya decided to widen his search.
He contacted one of his most reliable associates, a man skilled in digging up elusive information. "I need you to obtain the passenger lists for all flights departing the night Rajeev and Gowthami supposedly flew to Srinagar," Guhya instructed, his voice firm. "Look for their names on any other flights, regardless of the destination." The associate promised to work swiftly and efficiently, diving into the labyrinthine records of airline manifests. Hours passed as Guhya waited, his impatience mounting. He paced his dimly lit office, the flickering light casting restless shadows on theRelated chapters
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As Guhya sat in his dimly lit office, his mind churned with frustration and unanswered questions. The search for Rajeev and Gowthami had led to nothing but dead ends, and his patience was wearing thin. Just as he was about to make another call, his phone buzzed urgently on the desk. He answered it with a curt, "Yes?" The voice on the other end was frantic, barely coherent. "Boss, I bring grave news it's Rudra!... and his team launched a sudden attack on our den. They have killed most of our men and destroyed much of our stronghold." The words hit Guhya like a physical blow. For a moment, he couldn't speak, his mind struggling to process the information. "What did you say?" he finally managed to ask, his voice low and dangerous. "Rudra and his team... they ambushed us. It was swift, brutal. We didn't stand a chance," the informant replied, panic evident in his voice. Guhya's face twisted in fury. ""How could t
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