Clue No.2

Third person's POV

When the almost anorexic looking man laid his eyes on a pair of cerulean grey orbs the glint that adorned his eyes minutes ago, vanished leaving no traces of its existence. He was there. Just like all his previous visits, he stood there wearing a sinister smirk plastered on his face.

His eyes reflected a whirlpool of a storm that would suck anyone into it if stared more than required. The aura that he carried always whispered death melodies, hypothesizing his victims into a vicious trap without them even knowing about it. It was better to seek death than to fall under his mercy was what he was rumoured for and he left no stone unturned to prove it right.

Even though Rajat had spent years behind the bars, he knew crystal clear about the man standing in front of him and what was he capable of doing. A cold shiver ran down his spine as he imagined what would happen to his Diya if he ever gets his cruel hands on her.