"Nandini belongs to me. She belongs to Lucifer," Manik whispered, taking a sip of his beer.
"She will never be yours, Manik. You killed her fiancé," Cabir shouted, his voice filled with anger.
Manik pulled out a gun from his pocket, pointing it at C...
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Harshad sat before the computer screen, his gaze fixed upon the live surveillance footage. Nihal, his most trusted men, stood faithfully by his side, awaiting his command.
"Should we attack them, boss?" he inquired.
"What's the hurry, Nihal? Let our adversary enter the farmhouse," Harshad retorted.
Every nook and cranny of the farmhouse had been outfitted with cameras, through which Harshad kept close tabs on his rivals' each move.
"Now it's my turn, Manik Malhotra, to play a game with you. I will set the rules. I will create the levels. And I will decide who wins. Let the game of death begin," he murmured.
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Manik and his group stormed into the farmhouse, killing their adversaries. The sound of the gunshots and the anguished cries filled the air.
"Manik. Nandani has been held in the basement," Cabir shouted. "Rescue her, while we will deal with these scoundrels."
Manik's heart raced as he cautiously made his way through the dimly lit basement.
"Hello, Lucifer. How are you, my dear friend?" Harshad's chilling voice echoed through the cellar. Manik frantically searched for any sign of his adversary. But Harshad remained invisible, hidden from sight.
Manik noticed a network of cameras in the basement. He locked eyes on first camera and steadied his trembling hands. He took aim and squeezed the trigger, firing a bullet that shattered the camera into a thousand fragmented pieces.
Harshad exploded into maniacal laughter. "You destroyed the wrong camera, my friend," he taunted, his voice dripping with sadistic delight.
Manik swiftly shifted his focus to the second camera. He aimed with precision, before firing another bullet and destroying the camera.
"Harshad, you spineless coward! Step out from the shadows and face me like a true man," Manik's voice boomed, as he destroyed each camera one by one.
"I can see you from behind. You can hear me in your mind," Harshad sneered, a wicked laughter escaping his lips. "Run so fast as you can go. Time will catch you before you know."
Manik fired shots into the air.
"You are wasting your bullets, Manik," Harshad chuckled. "You can't kill me."
Manik roared, "Where is my Nandani? Where the fuck did you keep her?"
"Ah, your Nandani is in one of these rooms. If you enter the right room, you will find your beloved; however, if you open the wrong door, you will find your death," he replied, enjoying the thrill of his twisted game. "I wish you luck, my friend!"
Manik took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he mustered the courage to face the unknown. He kicked open one of the four doors.
In an instant, chaos erupted. There was firing from all directions. With lightning-fast reflexes, he dodged the bullets and took refuge behind a nearby sofa.
