The city of Mumbai was no longer breathing. It was burning. Not with fire—but with the rage of those who had lost what they could never afford to lose.
Sameera’s empire had gone still. Not silent—no. Silence would have meant surrender. This was the stillness before a storm that split skies, the hush of a predator in perfect focus. Since her return to The Queen’s Villa, she had sealed herself inside the hidden basement bunker buried beneath the opulent marble floors—her sanctum of secrets, her war room.
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