The moment the thought of that impostor crossed Advik’s mind, the faint smile that had appeared on his face slowly disappeared. The peaceful glow in his eyes instantly turned into anger. He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Advik glared at Dhruv and said in a deep, serious voice, “You’re right, Dhruv... but the question is, how do we find that bastard imposter? How do we expose the real, terrifying face hiding behind my face in front of everyone? He has stolen my face so perfectly that forget strangers, even someone close to me could be fooled!”