DEVIL’s GRIP
She wasn’t ready to die.
“I have a place,” Karan said, his voice lower now. “No one will find you there.”
The baby whimpered as if sensing the fear in the air. Hema pressed a kiss to her forehead before passing her gently into Karan’s arms.
Then she followed him.
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The Hiding Place
Karan’s house was small, but old. Built with secrets.
He led her through the narrow corridor, past the kitchen, past the back door, then up a creaking flight of stairs. At the top was a storeroom—a cluttered space filled with forgotten furniture, boxes of old clothes, and dust-covered trunks.
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