Adultery The Swamiji

[shailu4ever]

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Outside, the press began to sense the gravity before the words reached them.

 
They saw the aides running, the bodyguards huddling in urgent conversation, the chief of staff furiously pressing numbers into his phone.
 
Cameras zoomed in, their lenses desperate to capture every frame of the unfolding chaos. Within moments, the headlines spread like wildfire:
 
“India’s Wealthiest Man Vanishes Midair.”
 
The stock markets, still open overseas, shuddered.
 
In London, traders stared at screens flashing red, fingers trembling over keypads.
 
In Singapore, investors frantically dialed, their voices shaking with anxiety.
 
In Mumbai, futures tied to Malhotra Global froze, trapped in wild swings of uncertainty.
 
Television anchors fumbled through theories: kidnapping, assassination, corporate sabotage.
Was it the work of foreign operatives?
 
Rival tycoons?
 
Terrorists with an agenda?
 
Every theory crumbled under the weight of one inescapable truth: he had been there, and then, he was not.
 
Mumbai. Hyderabad. Pune. Delhi.
 
The Bollywood’s Most Beautiful Superstar. The Home Minister of Telangana. The Superstar of Indian Music. The India’s Top Business Tycoon.
 
Four figures, each an icon in their own right, vanished in the span of couple of days.
 
Four cities, one inexplicable force, and a nation left grasping for answers.
 
By midnight, India was in turmoil.
 
It wasn’t just the markets that trembled, it was the people. Mothers hushed their children, switching off the television to shield them from the unfolding nightmare.
 
Businessmen canceled flights. Politicians locked themselves behind iron gates.
 
And deep in the shadows of whispers, from temple to temple, from one WhatsApp group to the next, something far darker stirred.
 
A voice no one dared to speak aloud, an ancient fear, rising once again.
 
 

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