ordinary rings

In the dimly lit room, a single light bulb hung from the ceiling, casting long, stark shadows across the walls. The room felt heavy with tension, each person present absorbed in the gravity of their discussion. At the head of the table sat Rudra, his face set in a determined expression. To his right was Veer, and to his left, Ram, both mirroring the same intensity.

On Ram's side of the table, Nand, Jishnu, Mourya, and Jignesh sat in a row, their faces a mixture of concern and determination. Opposite them, on Veer's side, were Karunesh, Vipula, and Dharshan, equally serious and focused. The atmosphere was charged, the gravity of their mission evident in their expressions.

They were deep in conversation about the elusive figure they were trying to apprehend—the mysterious man who had brazenly infiltrated Rajeev Mansion disguised as a woman. This was the same individual responsible for the deaths of two of Veer's policemen, their bodi