What do you need, Rudra?

Veer sat in the dimly lit room, his thoughts swirling like leaves caught in a gentle breeze. His thoughts were a canvas filled with wonder, hope, and a hint of fear. Open with a creaking sound, rudra, universally recognized as balavan, entered. His presence broke the stillness of Veer's thoughts like an unexpected gust of wind.

Veer fixed his gaze on Rudra, and a sly grin appeared on the edges of his mouth. "What's up, Rudra?" He said hello, his voice lighthearted but bearing a hint of something deeper than surface level knowledge.

It was unexpected how Rudra responded. Rather than displaying shock or denial, he walked confidently in Veer's direction. His movements had an air of inevitable expectation, as though he had been waiting for this moment for a very long time. Rudra spoke with the weight of unspoken truths, "I figured you could have discovered my true identity a lot faster,On the contrary, you took your time, monitoring, waiting."

Veer grinned more, a gleam of laughter dancin