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THE MASKED DEVIL
Young Adult Terror descends on Mumbai as its female race is ruthlessly slaughtered one by one. There are no hints, no patterns, almost a perfect crime. Priya Mehra, a brave and astute IPS officer, is dispatched to apprehend the serial killer before it's too late. But she has no idea that the heinous murders will soon be linked to her past.
Priya, accompanied by the handsome billionaire Neil Singhania and her rude but intelligent colleague Arjun Nair, must race against the clock before it's too late.
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"Why did you do this to us?" She asked while struggling to get out of his grip. Her eyes were red and swollen. He clenched her hair, tightly.
"Revenge, darling," He looked like a maniac. Psychopath.
"You are such a bastard. She will hunt you down," she shouted back at him, and just then he slit open her throat smoothly with a surgical knife.
"I am waiting," he replied to her lifeless body and kept a vendetta mask near her which had 'Masked Devil' stamped on it.
He had a burning desire for vengeance and now he was ready to play his game.
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