The Thunderstorm was violent, hitting the roads of Gadwal Sansthan like a warn to the future's destruction. Amidst of this wild clatter, a slick black Bentley car cut through the roads...

The streets of Sansthan were dread silent, not only because of the storm or it's past midnight but there was something eerie about it... almost something wrong and off.

The Bentley halted suddenly, its tires screeched the ground the headlights blinked up...

A woman was standing in front of it- her saree is totally drenched in rain, Mangalsutra pendent shimmering a little for the headlights, her hair was open and framed her face... her eyes? They are molten red.

A man came out from the Bentley- His jaw was stiff just like his posture, he slowly closed the driver's door of the car. His sharp shoe step vibrated against the path.

A lighting strike the nearby tree burning it down.

The man too drenched in no time and his white shirt clanged his body like a second skin. His eyes were cold, underneath that coldness an inferno was burning

"Out of my way Mrs. Reddy." He said in a cold warn tone.

"Never, Mr. Reddy." She replied in the same tone.

"You will regret this." He stepped closer, she lifted her chin higher, "I have already regretted my life with you." She said with same molten intensity.

"If you don't move now, I will not think twice that you are my wife." He closed the distance between them towering her.

"I never thought you did consider me as your wife. So, don't worry. Kill me but I don't move." She spat our venomously.

The lighting, the storm everything was intensifying, but neither moved. The weather is charged between them like the do(not) care about each other...

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How is the teaser dear gentle readers? This story starts at the end of this year or the beginning of 2027... because we have something else right?