AUTHOR'S POV The five men were suspended from the ceiling by heavy chains, their bodies hanging at uneven angles. Bruises darkened their skin, clothes torn and soaked with sweat and blood, making it clear they had been beaten mercilessly. Some were barely conscious, heads drooping, breaths shallow, while others groaned softly, every movement sending pain through already broken bodies. The room smelled of iron and fear proof that whatever had happened here was far from gentle, and far from over.Aviraj stepped closer, his presence alone heavy enough to crush the air in the room. He grabbed one of the men by the collar, forcing his head up. Before the man could even speak, Aviraj's fist crashed into his face, the sound echoing sharply."Tell me," Aviraj said coldly, his voice calm but deadly, "who sent you?"."Answer, damn it.answer!", Aviraj snapped, his patience gone. The slap landed hard, snapping the man's head to the side. Chains rattled as the captive groaned, blood pooling at th
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