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Until a few days ago, dozens of islands were hidden from the live satellite feed. An expert tech team gained access to the satellite feed of the private islands.

His security team zeroed in on this particular island because it had a stone structure that matched the description of what Jaswant Saini had narrated. The security team also found evidence of a private jet that left the island without a flight plan.

“Sir, the island has been evacuated in a hurry,” the security head said as the helicopter landed on an open space. The rest of the island was densely covered by trees.

Rishab tried not to get too optimistic. He knew several rich fugitives who purchased private islands in the Caribbean would flee if they heard that the satellite block had been removed and someone was scanning the island.

Rishab looked at the stone fortress, which definitely looked like it belonged to a rich fugitive. The majority of the fortress was hidden by dense trees, so it couldn’t be seen easily from the aerial view.

“Does this fortress look familiar?” Rishab asked.

When Gauri’s uncle didn’t reply, he turned. He frowned when he saw the shocked look on the greedy bastard’s face.

“This is the place…” Jaswant Saini said in a shocked tone. “I remember bringing the stolen children here. The younger children were kept separately in this building. Tatra wanted to talk to them to convince them to be his soldiers. The older children were kept in a different building where they were trained as his soldiers.”

Rishab hoped the greedy bastard wasn’t lying simply to mislead or to prolong the hunt.

“This better be it,” Rishab warned as he stepped into the fortress-like structure.

He was surprised to see it sparsely furnished. He expected it to be filled with overtly expensive, luxurious furniture and accessories that most fugitives or criminals enjoyed.

Frowning, he wondered if the person got a chance to evacuate the furniture.

He looked through several rooms that were similarly sparsely furnished.

He reached the corner of the fortress and pushed opened the door. Cool ocean breeze blew through the windows. But unlike the other rooms, this one was wasn’t sparsely furnished. It was filled with several wooden stands displaying hand-drawn portraits.

Rishab froze, seeing a familiar face.

He realized the sketches were of his late aunt, Nandini Thakvar. He had only seen pictures of their aunt in the family albums and on the Thakvar mansion walls.

With his heart thudding, he stepped around the room, seeing more sketches of his aunt in various poses. She was smiling, holding a sword, holding a lotus flower.

Fuck.

He immediately dialed a number. Within a few rings, Shivay answered the call.

“We found Tantra’s island,” Rishab stated. “The bastard escaped, but I know it’s his island. The bastard is obsessed with our aunt. He has most likely been stalking her when she was alive. We need to find out who had access to her from such close quarters.”

There was silence on the phone as Shivay digested the news.

“Tantra is responsible for the car accident that killed Aunt Nandini,” Shivay said. “She wasn’t supposed to be in the car, but Aadhya’s aunt talked her into it.”

Rishab knew that as well. But something didn’t add up.

“The team is gathering evidence. But I can tell these portraits were drawn by a skilled yet obsessed bastard.”

He continued to look around the dozens of portraits. Just when he thought he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, he froze again.

There were newer portraits drawn more recently. Although the features were the same as his aunt's, he knew it wasn’t his aunt who was in the newer portraits.

The setting was in the backdrop of a university, restaurant, and nightclub, and the woman wore modern clothing.

The portraits were of his sister Nandini.

CHAPTER 43

Nandini woke up when the heat of the demon’s arms left her.

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