Vishwanathan stared at the picture. The picture was sent through w******p. It was a group photo in which Rudrachandran, Iqbal, SRK, and few other party workers were posing. Under the picture, there was a message. ‘The man at the right end is Rudra’.
Vishwanathan clicked on the picture and then zoomed. He wanted a better view of the young man. His skin was dark, green eyes were lively and fearless, well built, and looked like a Telugu movie star with a well-trimmed beard.
He is the kind of person who uses his words in an apt moment, always had cut and chiseled vocabulary. He thought a lot before he spoke and he had a good memory. He never forgets a face.
Vishwanathan couldn’t find any features he wanted to see in him. What was he expecting, he didn’t know. He didn’t resemble anyone he kn
