
AUTHOR
When Agastya finally pushed open the doors at 3:00 AM, he didn't look like the man in the cream kurta anymore. He looked like a shadow of himself-dishevelled, exhausted, and radiating a cold energy that made the room feel like a tomb.


AUTHOR
When Agastya finally pushed open the doors at 3:00 AM, he didn't look like the man in the cream kurta anymore. He looked like a shadow of himself-dishevelled, exhausted, and radiating a cold energy that made the room feel like a tomb.

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