The room is thick with tension. Shadows stretch across the walls as Debanjon leans forward, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade.
"I don't care what you have to do, Pradeep. I want that girl dead at any cost. The longer we wait, the more dangerous she becomes." His cold, piercing gaze lands on his son who wipes the sweat from his brow.
I write with passion and try to make it as great as I can. However, I would like to earn some money to be able to atleast pay for some of the things related to my studies.
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