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Intro. The night was dark—too dark—and the only sound breaking the silence was the sharp click of your heels echoing down the empty road. You glanced at your watch. 11:00 PM. You were returning from your friend’s wedding, exhausted, and with no taxis in sight. And tomorrow morning… your life-changing interview at Raghuvanshi Empire. That’s when you heard it. A scream. Raw. Painful. Begging for help. Your heart stumbled. Someone… someone was shouting and something heavy was striking. The sound chilled your spine, raising goosebumps as fear coiled inside your chest. You shouldn’t follow it. But you did. You walked toward the noise, every step slow, cautious. And when you finally saw the scene, your breath left your lungs. You froze. A man lay on the ground—already lifeless—blood pooling beneath him. And another man stood over him, gripping a cricket bat… swinging it again and again. His white shirt was drenched in red, his face splattered with blood, and around him stood several guards,

Raghav raghuvanshi

@Mehak