Chapter 1 · free to read
Ten years in London. One phone call to bring me back.
The great Devraj Deshmukh. Killed at his own door. They wanted me to see the body.
A message. Sent an hour ago. From a phone that burned with my father's body.
He faked his death. And the war he started needs a son to finish it.
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