The night was restless for Meera. The warehouse ambush had gone according to plan, but the lingering unease refused to leave her. Every shadow outside the safehouse seemed to crawl with unseen threats, every creak of the old wooden floor amplified her paranoia. Vikram, usually a pillar of calm, was just as on edge. They both knew that their success had come at a price—The Serpent would not let this go unanswered.
Morning came, but the tension remained. They spent the day holed up in the safehouse, combing through surveillance footage, looking for any sign that The Serpent or his men were on to them. The hours ticked by with agonizing slowness, the minutes stretched by the weight of their anxiety.
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