The dimly lit room reeked of blood and vengeance. Keshvi sat tied to the iron chair, her face bruised and streaked with crimson, yet her smirk remained—a faint shield of defiance. Across from her, Sam Asher and Agastya Kapoor loomed like shadows, their eyes cold, unreadable, their fury boiling just beneath the surface.
Sam’s fists were bloodied from earlier blows, while Agastya stood motionless, the gun in his hand trembling faintly. Keshvi’s chest rose and fell, her facade cracking with each passing second, though she wouldn’t show it. The gun was raised, the tension suffocating.
Agastya Kapoor
***Yahi anjam hoga tera ki tu ne ankita ko chot pahuchayi
This will be the result of you that you made Ankita hurt***
Agastya Kapoor
*venomously*
Sam Asher
*shot her multiple times*
Sam Asher
***This is for hurting my family...my maa (ragini) ***
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