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The cell door creaked open, and Aisha stepped out first—silent, steady, her baby panther trailing by her side like a shadow. One by one, the others exited the adjacent cells, wordless, following her lead as if drawn by an unspoken gravity.
She ascended the narrow staircase, the dim yellow lights above casting flickers across her blood-splattered clothes. Her path led them into her cabin. 
Without a word, she reached the bookshelf and pulled out a single book—just enough to trigger the hidden switch. A soft mechanical hum followed, and the wall beside them shifted, rotating slowly to reveal a board covered in pinned photographs, strings, scribbled notes, and markings in red and black.
Her revenge board.
Gasps were swallowed. Curiosity gleamed in every pair of eyes—except Saad and Neha's. They had seen this before. The others hadn't.
Aisha stepped forward, uncapped a red marker, and without hesitation, slashed a heavy X over the photo of the man she had just killed.
"That chapter ends today," she murmured. Her voice was low but firm. ""Saad bhai will explain. I need to get rid of this man's filth from my skin."
She disappeared into the bathroom, the door shutting quietly behind her.
Rajendra took a slow step forward, eyes locked on the board.
Dozens of pictures. Some faded. Some new. Some... defaced with a harsh red cross.
His gaze landed on the freshly marked one.
The ink was still wet, bleeding slightly into the photo.
He exhaled. "This is the man she killed today."
Saad stood silently behind him, arms folded. He gave a small nod. "Yeah."
Arjun's eyes were cold, but curious. "Do you know why?"
Neha answered this time, shaking her head slowly. "She never told us."
Veer's eyes locked on two other pictures already marked with red crosses. "And these two?"
Saad's voice dropped, heavy with weight. "They're the ones who raped her Kaki. Murdered her in cold blood in front of Aisha's eyes."
A stunned silence settled. Some had already heard this part of her 온라인카지노게임. But seeing the faces on a wall... made it real. Tangible.
Rivaan frowned, confused. "But... wasn't she only four at that time? How did she recognize them?"
Saad exhaled deeply. "She didn't remember everything. Just flashes. Screams. Barely remembers her Kaki—she was too young. But trauma leaves marks deeper than memory. She never forgot their faces. She had an artist sketch what she remembered. Then used AI to generate proper images."
A few eyes misted. Rage mingled with heartbreak.
Divyansh pointed to a photo that remained untouched by the red marker. "What about this one? Do you know who he is?"