"Jalega har ek dushman ka guroor,
Badle ka aisa hai mujhe fitoor,
Khoon se khelunga aaj aisi holi,
Meri nafrat ka hi chayega noor"

-Vaidehi
(-Fictionflare_)
(Rudraksh)

In a secluded area, hidden behind an under-construction building, lay a dark, suffocating room. The air inside was thick with heat, carrying the scent of damp concrete and dust. No sunlight pierced through the cracks; the place was engulfed in absolute darkness. At the center of the room, a lone figure sat slumped in a chair. His hands were bound tightly to the armrests, thick ropes digging into his wrists, while his legs were tied together, rendering him immobile. His once neatly combed hair was now disheveled, damp with sweat that trickled down his forehead and onto his flushed neck.