The Past – Part Eight.

Mr. Sengar sat behind his grand mahogany desk, his fingers interlocked as he observed the boy standing before him.

His cold, calculating gaze raked over Varun, searching for any sign of defiance, but all he found was an eerie emptiness.

"You've come to your senses." he remarked, his tone unreadabl...

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