Before Prerna could even process what was happening, the pen in Rudra's hand was already lodged deep into her neck. Her eyes widened with shock and disbelief as she instinctively clutched her throat, feeling the warm rush of blood pour between her fingers. Her gaze locked on Rudra, who stood before her, unflinching. Before she could muster a scream or even react, Rudra yanked the pen out and stabbed her again, this time with more force.

The second blow was fatal-Prerna's windpipe was crushed, her breathing reduced to a grotesque gurgling sound. Blood splattered across Rudra's face, but his expression remained cold.