Author's POV
Aviraj sat in his office, the dim light casting long shadows across the room. Abhishek stood opposite him, files spread across the desk between them. The air was tense this wasn't routine business.
"This wasn't a simple hit," Abhishek said quietly. "Harshvardhan Rathod's death was planned with precision. No loose ends. No witnesses. Whoever did it knew his every move."
Aviraj's fingers curled slowly into a fist. "He had too many enemies," he said coldly. "But this this was personal."
Abhishek nodded. "That's what worries me. It doesn't look like a rival gang. It looks like someone from the inside. Someone who knew how he operated."
Silence followed. Aviraj stared ahead, his jaw tightening as old memories stirred anger, loss, unfinished vengeance. Harshvardhan Rathod was g
