09

The Obsession

Parth didn't wait in the hospital waiting room. He couldn't. The rage burning inside his chest was the only thing keeping the crippling guilt at bay.

It took his intelligence team less than two hours to pull the private CCTV footage from the NGO gala's VIP catering line. When Parth watched the high-definition feed seeing the Minister’s jealous daughter drop the concentrated industrial acidulant into Mrinalini’s glass with a smirk, a terrifying, utter silence fell over him.

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