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“What an odd place!” Vijay commented.
“This is enroute to the fort up there,” Sandeep pointed to the top of the high hill.
“But what was the need to build a fort in the middle of a tiger filled forest?” Suchita wondered.
“Or they used the tigers as their natural defense,” Vijay speculated.
“Against who?” Suchita looked at him. “Who will come attacking a fort inside a jungle?”
Vijay’s eyes shone. “Ah, it’s not who they are keeping out—it’s what they keeping in!” he said.
Suchita looked at him through narrowed eyes. “What are they keeping in?” she asked, knowing that her husband was on one of his flights of fancy.
“Haven’t you watched Black Panther?” he asked.
“Seriously! Bandhavgargh is Wakanda now?” Suchita huffed.
“Yes, these hills are protecting an ancient knowledge, too dangerous to fall into evil hands!” Vijay said dramatically.
Suchita laughed. “You’re crazy!”
“Oh you laugh—poor ignorant woman! Little do you realize that the sure hand of fate has brought you back where your destiny awaits!” Vijay said as they made their way back to the jeep.
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