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Vikram finally smiled. It was the smile of a man who had stopped being prey long ago. “I rerouted the shipment. Three hours ago. Your boss’s sandalwood is already on a boat to Chennai, and your men are waking up in a police outpost wearing nothing but their underwear.”

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“You’re not the wolf here, Malli,” Vikram said. “You’re the sheep who wandered into the wrong forest. Now walk back to your master and tell him: The soil remembers who bleeds for it. ” Vikram finally smiled

“No,” Vikram said, stepping closer. “I expect you to look at the truck.” Three hours ago

Vikram picked up one of the abandoned boots and tossed it into the truck. He didn’t need the money. He didn’t need the power. He just needed the forest to know—there was a new kind of thorn growing now. One that didn’t bend.

Malli turned. The truck’s rear door hung open. Inside, not sandalwood—just empty burlap sacks and a single overturned chair. His men were gone. Their boots lay in a neat pile by the tires.