A U T H O R

Ranveer's grip tightened around the phone, his jaw clenching as fury burned in his veins. His voice was a lethal whisper, dripping with raw menace.

"Listen to me carefully—if you fail to find her this time, there won’t be a trace left of you. Not a bone, not a shadow. Even the most elite CBI officers wouldn’t dare to whisper your name, let alone search for you."

His eyes darkened, his tone turning colder, deadlier. "You know exactly what I’m capable of. So either bring me her whereabouts... or start digging your own grave."

Ranveer’s voice was laced with pure venom as he delivered his threat, his patience hanging by a thread. On the other end of the line, his personal tracker swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as cold sweat trickled down the side of his face. His hands trembled as he stammered, "I-I’ll f-fi-find her, S-sir."

Ranveer let out a low, dangerous chuckle, void of amusement. "You better," he murmured, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper. "Because if you fail me again, you won’t have a future to worry about. Do I make myself clear?"