A text message flashed on my phone: "Mrs. Rathore is leaving for Canada tonight at 10 PM." Attached was a photo of her sitting in a café, laughing with some girls. The sight of her so carefree, so distant from everything that had passed between us, triggered something dark inside me. "How could she?" I thought bitterly. "I gave her a chance, and she threw it away like it meant nothing. This time, there will be no second chances. No mercy. She’ll see the real Rudra Singh Rathore now."

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His Dark Claim

I was searching for something, my hands gently brushing over surfaces, lost in thought. The room was dim, silent-except for the faint creaks of old wood. Then suddenly... I felt it. That unsettling tingle crawling up my spine. The unmistakable presence-someone was behind me. I turned quickly, heart pounding, and collided into something firm... unyielding... like a stone wall. "Ouch..." I gasped, the pain sharp, and the shock even sharper. Before I could gather my breath, a voice pierced the silence. Deep. Heavy. Cold. So chilling that it felt like it echoed through my very soul. "Looking for something...?"

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