03

His fury

PUNE, MAHARASHTRA.

The polished conference table gleamed under the harsh fluorescent lights, reflecting the serious faces of the political party members seated around it. Kabir Singh Aryavardhan leaned back in his chair, a granite expression carved into his features. His icy gaze swept across the room, landing momentarily on each member, as if assessing their worth.

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