They were dragged like lifeless bodies into Sanjay’s farmhouse—the same hell that had once stripped Guru of everything he had… his mother, his peace, his soul. The walls themselves seemed to mock him, echoing the ghosts of his past. Sahil knew it. He knew exactly what could break Guru—and tonight, he wanted to see him shatter.

Guru’s body hit the floor with a dull thud. His hands were tied cruelly behind his back, mouth sealed with tape,eyes blindfolded , legs chained so tightly that the metal bit into his skin. Each breath came out as a ragged gasp—followed by another merciless kick, another hit, another reminder of how helpless he was.