the shadow of dark...

The story begins in a country where fear ruled every heart — a place called Paris. In a quiet corner of that city stood an old mansion, surrounded by emptiness. The place looked more like a haunted graveyard than a home. From inside, faint sobs echoed through the cold night, the sound of a girl crying in despair. The mansion’s lights were dim, its windows sealed by darkness. Inside one of the rooms, a young woman sat trembling on the floor — her body weak, her heart broken. Tears ran down her cheeks as she tried to hold herself together. Everything about the night felt suffocating… like the air itself was heavy with terror. Then the door creaked open. A tall man stepped out of the shadows, his presence commanding, dangerous. His sharp jawline and cold eyes carried the weight of dominance — the kind that made people freeze in silence. He stared at the girl for a long moment before speaking in a low, cruel voice. “You shouldn’t have come here.” The girl flinched but gathered her courage, her voice trembling. “Why do you do this? You don’t even know what love means… You’re a monster, Mr. A.B.” For the first time, something flickered in the man’s eyes — anger, perhaps, or pain. But it vanished as quickly as it came. “Love?” he muttered darkly. “That word doesn’t exist in my world.” He turned his back, the sound of his boots echoing through the silent hall. The girl, still shaking, tried to leave, but before she could reach the door— a sudden, sharp noise cut through the air. A gunshot. She froze for a second, shock widening her eyes. Then, as the warmth of her own blood touched her hands, she fell to the ground — her last breath escaping as a faint whisper: “I hope no one ever loves you…” The man — Mr. A.B., or Arambh Batra — stood still, his gun lowering slowly. His expression was unreadable, carved from stone. The monster the world feared… was a man hiding something deeper than hate — something that even he couldn’t destroy.