Rudra's cunning.

Guhya was pacing in his office, his mind a whirlwind of strategies and counter-strategies. The frustration of not finding Rajeev and Gowthami in Srinagar was gnawing at him, and the recent attack on his den by Rudra had left him even more agitated. His phone rang, breaking the tense silence. He answered it with a sharp, "Yes?"

The voice on the other end was hesitant, as if unsure whether the information they held would be significant. "Sir, I don't know if this is important or not, but I thought you should know. I noticed Abhi—Rajeev's elder brother—and his wife, Sashi, booked a flight to Manali the same night Rajeev and Gowthami left for their honeymoon."

Guhya stopped pacing, his eyes narrowing as he processed the information. "Manali, you say?" he repeated slowly, the wheels in his mind turning.

"Yes, sir. They were on the same flight as Rajeev and Gowthami, but their destination was Manali."

A sinister smile crept across