A man blinked against the dim light overhead, his breath shallow as he took in the room's faded green wallpaper and the antique chandelier hanging precariously above. Shadows loomed large on every corner, cast by the flickering flames of old candelabras. His wrists ached, faint bruises hinting at years of restraint, though now they lay free at his sides. Strangers clustered at the edge of his cot, their whispered voices an odd harmony of concern and disbelief.
Aashika came while running "Bhai, the man whom you rescued has regained consciousness"
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