The MasterMind
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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑶𝑨𝑻𝑯 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔: 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 1
𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑫
The room reeked of blood, sweat, and fear. A man, beaten and broken, slumped in a wooden chair, ropes biting into his bruised flesh. His torn shirt clung to him, soaked in fresh and dried blood. Every breath was shallow, ragged-each one a struggle.
Across from him, a woman sat in eerie stillness. A black mask covered the lower half of her face, but her eyes-cold, calculating-burned with fury. Her fingers tapped the armrest in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Like a countdown.
He flinched when she rose.
Controlled. Precise. Radiating vengeance.
Step by step, she crossed the room, the click of her boots echoing like a death knell.
"P-please..." he croaked.
She didn't blink. Didn't pause.
She reached for the knife on the table-its blade gleaming under the dim light.
He jerked against the ropes, pleading with wide, terrified eyes.
Useless.
She drove the blade into his hand.
A scream shattered the silence.
His body convulsed, racked with pain. His cries turned to broken sobs.
She leaned in, her voice soft-dripping venom.
"I won't let you die easily," she whispered.
"You'll suffer... until you beg for death."
Then-
A thunderous bang.
The door exploded open, splinters flying as a boot crashed through it.
A tall figure stormed in, gun raised, his presence shifting the air.
A storm had arrived.
Aarav Singh Rathore.
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