The safehouse trembled as the first shots rang out. Bullets pinged against the thin metal door, echoing like thunder in the small, dim room. Akash pressed his back against the wall, eyes scanning the dark street outside the rain-streaked window. Shadows moved with deadly intent. Rathore’s men had tracked them—no doubt about it. “Stay low,” he whispered, pressing Svetlana behind him. “And whatever you do… don’t scream.” Her eyes were wide, fear and adrenaline dancing together. “I can’t just sit here!” she whispered. “They’ll—” “Exactly,” he interrupted sharply. “Which is why we move now.” He grabbed the bag with their essentials—extra ammo, weapons, and encrypted drives—and moved toward the back exit, the one that led into the alley behind the safehouse. Svetlana followed, clumsy at first but determined, her bandaged arm tucked protectively to her side. The moment they stepped outside, the rain hit them like a wall. It was relentless, soaking them instantly, masking their movemen

The storm had cleared by dawn, but the city still smelled of smoke and salt. Akash stood on the deck of the speedboat, eyes fixed on the horizon. His soaked shirt clung to his skin, the faint red mark on his arm still burning from the graze of a bullet. Every ache reminded him that last night wasn’t a nightmare—it was war.Behind him, Svetlana stirred awake. She looked exhausted, hair disheveled, wrapped in a damp shawl. Her voice was hoarse. “Where are we?”“Outskirts of Mumbai. A fisherman’s dock near Versova,” Akash replied without turning. “Rathore’s men won’t find us here—not yet.”She hugged herself. “And when they do?”“Then,” he said quietly, “we stop running.”He finally turned to face her. His eyes were sharper than ever—focused, calculating, alive. There was something different about him now. Not the cold detachment of a spy, but a controlled fury.Svetlana noticed it too. “You’ve changed,” she murmured.“I’ve just remembered who I am,” he said. “And what I came here to do.

The rain fell in heavy sheets across Delhi, turning the streets into rivers of reflections and shadows. Akash Khan moved silently through a narrow alley, his black coat soaked, clinging to his lean frame. Each step was measured, precise, every sense alert to the slightest shift of sound. Behind him, Svetlana followed, clutching her shawl around her shoulders, her heart racing in ways she hadn’t anticipated.The safehouse—a cramped, nondescript office tucked above a textile shop—was alive with tension. The faint hum of computers, the click of keys, and the whispered instructions of Akash’s network created a soundtrack of war. Akash scanned the digital map on his laptop, eyes darting from node to node, red dots representing Rathore’s shipments, warehouses, and distribution points flashing intermittently.“This is bigger than I imagined,” Svetlana said quietly, leaning against a cold metal chair. Her voice betrayed a mix of awe and fear. “Every route, every warehouse… this empire is mass

The morning sun broke through the mist over the Singh estate, painting long golden streaks across the marble floors. But the warmth of the light couldn’t melt the frost that had settled in the air. The house felt tense, suffocating, as if the walls themselves were listening. Every whisper carried weight, every silence hid suspicion.Akash stood at the balcony outside his study, staring into the manicured gardens below. His coffee had gone cold in his hand. His mind was already running through intel—new reports from his informants about Rathore’s latest moves. Two of his undercover operatives had vanished overnight. No traces. No messages. Just… gone.He knew what that meant.Rathore was tightening the net.A soft knock came at the door.“Come in,” he said, his voice calm, though his eyes were razor-sharp.Svetlana stepped in, draped in a simple pastel saree. She had dark circles under her eyes, signs of sleepless nights. But there was something else—curiosity mixed with a strange dete

The entire dock flared to life. Hidden cameras blinked from every corner, all aimed at Akash. Red recording lights.“Smile,” Devraj sneered. “You’re live to Rathore.”From somewhere, Rathore’s voice came again, this time steady and cold.“You see, Akash… you infiltrated my world. You charmed my daughter, played the victim. But now… everyone will see what you are.”Akash’s chest heaved, not from fear but fury. “You have no idea what I am.”“An orphan pretending to be a savior,” Rathore replied. “You think I didn’t know about the Singh connection? You think I didn’t know you were Mr. Singh’s lost son? Oh, I know everything now.”Akash froze. His grip tightened around his gun.That secret… how could Rathore possibly know?Rathore chuckled darkly. “Your father is a dying man, Akash. And when he’s gone, you’ll inherit his empire. But by then, you’ll already be destroyed. I’ll make sure of that.”Devraj raised his gun again, but Akash fired first. The bullet grazed Devraj’s arm. Chaos erupt