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killed you right then and there.
As Nirbhay's words settled over Gnapika like a dark cloud, her heart sank deeper into despair. Each sentence he uttered chipped away at the image she had of her father, replacing it with something twisted and vile.
"Rudra is not the man you think he is," Nirbhay said, leaning closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "He never truly believed in your mother, Ambika. Not in the way a husband should." Gnapika frowned, skepticism warring with the uneasy feeling that had been growing within her since the moment he approached. "What are you talking about?" Nirbhay’s expression hardened. "When your mother was pregnant with you, Rudra doubted her. He was convinced that you weren’t his child, and his suspicion consumed him. He became obsessed, so much so that he even tried to kill you before you were born." Gnapika’s breath caught in her throat. The café’s ambient noise fadeRelated chapters
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