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Raj, Karthikeya, and Swamy returned to Subrahmanyapuram to find the village leader, Raju, and a group of concerned villagers gathered at the temple. The atmosphere was tense as the villagers discussed the recent deaths and the future of the temple.

"We have no choice," one villager declared. "The temple must be shut down permanently. It's too dangerous!"

Raju, the village leader, nodded solemnly. "We will close the temple tomorrow morning. Tonight will be the last time it opens, for Kartika Pournami."

Raj, overhearing the conversation, stepped forward. "Closing this temple would be a great loss, not just to our village but to our country's heritage. This temple was built by Viswakarma and holds immense historical and cultural significance."

Karthikeya supported Raj's argument. "We need to investigate further. Shutting it down out of fear will only rob us of understanding the true cause of these incidents. We cannot let superstition dictate our actions."

Despite their logical arguments, the villagers, blinded by fear and superstition, remained adamant. The decision was made to close the temple permanently the next morning. The villagers dispersed, leaving Raj, Karthikeya, and Swamy frustrated and determined.

As night fell, Raj and Karthikeya formulated a plan. "We need to sneak into the temple tonight," Raj whispered. "It's the only way to uncover the truth."

Karthikeya nodded. "Agreed. We can't let fear dictate the fate of this temple. Let's wait until everyone is asleep."

Swamy, though hesitant, agreed to keep watch outside. "Be careful, both of you. The temple holds many secrets."

Under the cover of darkness, Raj and Karthikeya made their way to the temple. The village was quiet, the only sounds being the distant chirping of crickets and the rustling of leaves in the night breeze. They approached the temple stealthily, ensuring they weren't seen.

Once inside the temple, they were enveloped in an eerie silence. The moonlight filtered through the temple's intricate carvings, casting long shadows that danced across the stone floors. They moved cautiously, their footsteps echoing softly.

Raj and Karthikeya, having successfully snuck inside the temple, carefully made their way to the altar where the main statue of Subrahmanya Swami and the precious diamond were kept. The moonlight dimly illuminated the sacred space, casting an ethereal glow over the scene. As they approached, they could see three figures—one Indian and two foreigners—clad in suits, standing near the altar. The men were engaged in a hushed conversation, discussing the price of the diamond.

Raj squinted, recognizing the Indian man as Prudhvi Raj, an Endowments Department (ED) officer. Memories from his previous life flooded back, revealing Prudhvi as the mastermind behind this scheme. Karthikeya, too, recognized Prudhvi from their earlier encounters.

Raj whispered to Karthikeya, "That's Prudhvi Raj. He's the one behind all this. We need to stop them."

Karthikeya nodded, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Prudhvi. "I'll handle Prudhvi. You take care of the two men in suits."

Raj agreed, and they split up, each moving stealthily towards their targets. As Raj approached the two foreigners, he assessed their stance and demeanor. They seemed like trained soldiers, their movements precise and alert.

Prudhvi Raj was oblivious to the danger approaching him. "This diamond will fetch me a fortune," he was saying. " buyers in the black market are eager."

Karthikeya moved quickly, grabbing Prudhvi's shoulder and spinning him around. "Your plans end here, Prudhvi!"

Prudhvi's eyes widened in shock. "Karthikeya? What are you doing here?"

The temple's dimly lit interior cast long shadows as Raj advanced towards the two foreigners. They moved with a fluid, synchronized grace, their military training evident in their disciplined stances and coordinated movements. Raj knew he was in for a tough fight.

The first foreigner, a tall, muscular man with a shaved head, lunged at Raj, his fists flying in rapid succession. Raj dodged the initial blows, countering with a swift jab to the man's midsection. The second foreigner, leaner and quicker, immediately followed up, aiming a precise kick at Raj's side. Raj blocked with his arm but felt the force reverberate through his body, pushing him back a step.

The two foreigners moved like a well-oiled machine, their attacks coming in seamless waves. Raj barely had time to recover from one blow before another was aimed at him. The tall one threw a powerful punch that Raj managed to deflect, but the lean one was already there, delivering a sharp elbow to Raj's ribs. Pain exploded in Raj's side as he staggered back.

Gritting his teeth, Raj steadied himself. He could feel the bruises forming, but he refused to back down. As the tall foreigner advanced again, Raj ducked under a wild swing and landed a solid punch to the man's jaw. The lean foreigner immediately retaliated, spinning and kicking Raj in the chest. Raj fell to the ground, gasping for air.

Despite the pain, Raj pushed himself up, determination burning in his eyes. He couldn't let them win. He would not be knocked down again so other have to resuce him. As the foreigners closed in, Raj adjusted his stance, preparing for their next assault.

They came at him simultaneously, a flurry of fists and feet. Raj blocked and parried as best he could, his movements more calculated now. He absorbed a punch to the gut but used the momentum to pivot and elbow the tall foreigner in the ribs. The lean one swung a leg at Raj's head, but Raj ducked, grabbing the man's leg and sweeping his other foot out from under him. The lean foreigner hit the ground hard.

The tall foreigner roared and charged. Raj braced himself, meeting the man's charge head-on. They exchanged blows, each punch and kick a test of endurance. The tall foreigner's strength was overwhelming, and he managed to land a brutal uppercut that sent Raj sprawling to the floor once more.

Dazed, Raj lay there for a moment, staring up at the temple ceiling. His vision blurred, but he forced himself to focus. he knew couldn't give up. Summoning every ounce of strength, Raj got back on his feet.

The lean foreigner had recovered and joined his partner, both advancing on Raj. This time, Raj was ready. He moved with a newfound resolve, dodging the tall foreigner's punch and countering with a swift knee to the gut. The lean foreigner tried to flank him, but Raj anticipated the move, spinning and delivering a powerful roundhouse kick that caught the man in the chest, sending him crashing into a nearby pillar.

The tall foreigner, now enraged, swung wildly. Raj ducked under the punch, stepped inside the man's reach, and landed a series of rapid punches to his torso. The foreigner stumbled back, winded. Raj seized the opportunity, delivering a final, devastating uppercut that knocked the tall man out cold.

Breathing heavily, Raj turned to the lean foreigner, who was struggling to stand. Raj approached, his eyes cold and determined. The foreigner raised his hands in a last-ditch effort to fight back, but Raj was faster, delivering a precise, crushing blow to the man's temple. The foreigner crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

Raj stood over his fallen opponents, his body aching but his spirit unbroken. He had taken a beating, but he had emerged victorious. He glanced over at Karthikeya, who had subdued Prudhvi. They shared a nod of mutual respect.

Raj tied up the foreigners with some ropes he found nearby, ensuring they wouldn't cause any more trouble. As he did, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. He had faced down trained soldiers and won. Now, it was time to ensure the safety of the temple and the villagers.

Together, Raj and Karthikeya secured the diamond back in its rightful place .