Ravinder Singh Novels Novels & Stories

It's hard for me to forget her. I didn't read her letter because I'm unable to open and read her last words, written in her final days. She left me hanging here in this cruel world, where I spend each day dealing with bloodsucking criminals. I'm not a teenage boy now. I'm Rudra Singh Rathore, an IPS officer, and the leader of my own team. We have five members, including me, working secretly in the city.

the PI asked "I want you to collect information about someone" "Sure Mr Maheswari. Can you tell me the basic details" "Vihaan Singhania is the head of the family. His wife Diya Singhania. Two daughters Drishti and Damini. They are from Mumbai" Shravan said "Will get back to you in two days Sir" the PI said and Shravan hung up the call He felt slightly guilty at the thought going behind her back, but Isha had managed to sow some seeds of doubts in his mind.

She couldn’t shake the feeling that beneath that veil was a story no one was brave enough to tell. --- While the mansion simmered with questions, the city outside roared with a different kind of tension. At an abandoned textile mill, Avyaan Singh Rathore—MADVIPER—stood at the center of a dimly lit room, black shirt rolled up, his presence radiating danger. His men—MADWOLF (HY), MADRAGE (AS), MADCROW (ER), and MADREGIN (SM)—stood in a circle around the steel table cluttered with maps, guns, and whiskey glasses.