Inside a small van parked quietly on the roadside, Aarav sat with a laptop resting on his lap. Beside him were Koti and the deaf girl, both watching him closely.
Koti couldn't hide his astonishment as he saw Aarav's fingers flying across the keyboard at an incredible speed. The screen flickered rapidly with lines of code and system windows opening and closing in seconds. Even the girl looked visibly impressed, her sharp eyes fixed on the laptop.
Just then, a call notification popped up on Aarav's screen.
At the exact same moment, Koti's phone rang—with the very same number.
Koti frowned slightly but picked up the call. As soon as he did, a calm, official voice echoed from the other side—
"This is a normal procedure. We want to confirm the order related to Bunty's transfer to another station."
Koti took a deep breath, steadying himself. "Yes… follow the orders."
The voice on the other end responded again, slightly firmer this time, "Do you want us to proceed with the order? We need confirmation."
Koti repeated, this time more confidently, "Yes. Follow the orders. Hand over Bunty to the special team."
A brief silence followed.
Then the call disconnected.
—
Back at the station, the officers received the confirmation. Without further delay, Bunty was officially handed over. Within minutes, the so-called "special team" escorted him out of the station.
The police vehicle drove off into the night.
—
After traveling some distance, the van came to a halt in a deserted area.
One by one, the officers inside began removing their caps and uniforms.
They weren't police.
They were Bunty's men.
The moment Bunty saw this, he burst into laughter, a deep and satisfied sound echoing in the silent night. Stepping out, he reunited with Koti and the girl, his confidence fully restored.
Without wasting time, Bunty led them straight toward a dumping yard—his secret stash point where he had hidden the stolen money before getting caught.
But the moment they arrived—
Everything froze.
The entire dumping yard was engulfed in flames.
Fire roared wildly, devouring everything in its path. Thick black smoke filled the sky, and the heat was so intense that no one could even step closer.
Bunty's expression shattered.
"Oh my God… who did this?!" he shouted, his voice trembling with rage and disbelief. "There were a thousand crores in there… all my money… it's all gone!"
His legs gave out as he dropped to his knees, staring at the burning inferno. His scream echoed into the night, filled with frustration and pain.
After a while, when he finally calmed down slightly, one of his men stepped forward cautiously. "We need to leave… the police will be searching for us."
Bunty clenched his fists but didn't argue.
Soon, all of them left the place and headed toward a farmhouse—one that belonged to the Home Minister, who was secretly involved in this entire operation.
—
On the other side…
Veer, the one who had helped in getting Bunty arrested, had already fled his home. With Bunty now free, staying there was no longer safe.
Using his intelligence, Veer came up with a plan.
He staged a fake accident.
The news of his "death" was published in newspapers, creating a perfect illusion. Under this cover, Veer quietly escaped and went into hiding in Gujarat, planning to stay there until Bunty was captured again.
—
Meanwhile, Aarav had no intention of getting deeper into all this chaos. He wanted to leave as soon as possible.
But the girl wasn't letting him go.
No matter what, she kept him close—forcing him to stay with the villain group.
Left with no other option, Aarav waited for the right moment.
Sneaking away carefully, he climbed up to the terrace and finally made a call to his father.
The moment the call connected, a stern voice came from the other side—
"Where are you? Looks like your mother has given you too much freedom."
Aarav sighed lightly. "It's not like that… actually what happened is—"
And then, he explained almost everything.
Almost.
He deliberately left out the part about the gambling club.
After listening, his father's voice turned serious, laced with concern. "Where are you right now? I'll send a force immediately."
Aarav looked into the distance and said calmly—
"You're going to send forces to the Home Minister's house?"
There was a brief pause.
Then, a shocked voice came from the other side—
"The Home Minister… is involved in this too?"
Aarav said firmly, "Yes… and I think he knows where the money is." Then, after a brief pause, his tone softened slightly as he added, almost like a request, "Appa, please let me handle this mission. I'll definitely find the money and complete it."
From the other side, a stern and commanding voice replied immediately, "No. You don't have to do this. You are just a kid. Your duty is to study. Leave all these matters to adults."
Aarav let out a small breath, but his expression didn't change. "Don't worry, I'll be fine. And also, you have your own mission… good luck. Tell Mom that I'm with you. Bye. Love you. Take care."
Before the reply could come, he cut the call.
—
Venkatesh stared at his phone for a few seconds, silent.
Just then, the door to his room opened and SK along with a few other officers walked in. Among them was Sonam.
Sonam looked straight at him and said, slightly annoyed, "Don't you remember? We're not supposed to use phones or contact anyone during a mission."
Venkatesh waved it off lightly. "Yeah, yeah… follow the protocols, what else." Then his tone turned serious. "So, what's the status? Do we have any intel about the group? Any idea what they're planning?"
Sonam nodded and stepped forward. "Yes. One of them finally broke and started talking. Look."
She opened a map in front of him. It showed a dense jungle area, marked with a specific point.
Pointing at it, she said, "During an excavation here, they discovered an ancient temple."
Her voice grew more intense as she continued, "The group believes that this temple contains priceless treasures. But among them, the rarest one is a gem… called the Chandrakanta Mani."
Venkatesh narrowed his eyes slightly.
Sonam explained, "According to ancient texts, this gem always remains cold… no matter how high the surrounding temperature is. It's extremely rare. Their plan was to secretly retrieve it and smuggle it out. That's why they collaborated with a terrorist group—to create chaos and divert attention."
She tapped the map again. "One of their teams has already entered the jungle. By now… they might have reached inside the temple."
—
At the same time…
Near that very temple, the atmosphere was completely different.
Bodies were scattered across the ground.
Everywhere… there were corpses, riddled with bullet holes. The smell of gunpowder still lingered in the air. Armed men stood around silently, guarding the area.
Nearby, a man sat on a chair with one leg resting over the other. He had long hair, a calm yet terrifying presence, and a cigar resting between his lips.
He lit it slowly, took a deep drag, and exhaled a cloud of smoke.
In front of him stood a man wearing glasses—an archaeologist, trembling slightly.
The long-haired man spoke in a deep, cold voice, "I'll ask you one last time… where is the key to the Chandrakanta Mani? Where is that locket?"
The archaeologist suddenly laughed.
"No matter how hard you try… darkness can never defeat light. Maybe you'll kill me today… but your end will come too. And when that death arrives—"
Bang.
Before he could finish, a gunshot echoed.
The archaeologist collapsed instantly.
The man lowered his gun and said coldly, "Death itself has no death."
His name was Kaal.
The leader of a dark organization—one that dealt in murder, mercenary work, and chaos.
One of his men stepped forward hesitantly. "Sir… how will we find the key now? The only person who knew about it… you just killed him."
Kaal let out a low laugh.
"Kaal writes his own path… and his own story."
Then his expression turned serious. "His student… Rukma. He's not here. If anyone knows about that locket, it will be him. Find out where he's hiding."
—
A few hours later…
Kaal was inside a hotel room when the same subordinate rushed in.
"Sir… we tracked his location, but—"
Kaal looked at him sharply. "But what?"
"He's already boarded a flight… he's leaving the country."
Kaal leaned back slightly, curious. "Really? Where? Which country?"
The man hesitated for a moment. "India."
For a second, silence filled the room.
Then—
A slow, devilish smile spread across Kaal's face.
"India… my home country."
He chuckled softly. "Now… this is going to be interesting."
—
On the other side…
Aarav was still at the Home Minister's farmhouse, stuck with Bunty's gang.
Bunty was planning to escape the country using a fake passport.
But before he could even reach the airport—
He was stopped.
Veer stood in his path.
The two of them faced each other.
Both calm.
Both dangerous.
And both… already planning their next move.
The Home Minister looked at Bunty with pure disdain and lashed out, his voice dripping with insult.
"I gave you a complete plan, men to execute it, even arranged fake passports for you… and still, you couldn't even manage to reach the airport and board a flight?"
His anger was evident, his face red with frustration.
Seeing him so agitated, the deaf girl frowned slightly and used sign language to ask Bunty, "What happened? Why is he so furious?"
Bunty responded to her briefly in signs.
But before anything could settle, the minister sneered again, his tone even harsher this time.
"You've surrounded yourself with these deaf and mute people… what do you expect? They're useless. Nothing will come out of them."
The moment those words left his mouth—
Bunty's expression turned cold.
Without hesitation, he picked up a small, thin knife lying nearby and drove it straight into the minister's chest.
The room fell into silence.
Bunty leaned closer, his voice filled with suppressed rage.
"What did you just say? That I should bow down to Veer?" he spat. "Looks like you still don't understand me… I don't like being compared to anyone."
The minister trembled, his strength fading as pain spread through his body. In a weak voice, he pleaded, "Let… let me go…"
Bunty tilted his head slightly, a faint smile forming on his lips.
"And what do I get in return?"
The minister gathered whatever strength he had left and said, his voice barely holding together,
"Money… a full thousand crores…"
Bunty froze for a moment.
Shock flashed across his face.
He immediately turned toward the girl and signed, "He's saying this after promising a thousand crores?"
The girl responded in confusion, "But… wasn't that money already burned?"
Bunty turned back sharply and asked aloud, "Wasn't all that money destroyed in the fire?"
The minister coughed, blood staining his lips as he struggled to speak.
"No… it's all safe… we had already moved it… me and the Police Commissioner… together…"
Before he could say anything more—
His breath stopped.
The room went still.
Bunty's eyes widened. "Where is the money?"
No response.
His frustration exploded. "WHERE IS MY THOUSAND CRORES?!"
But the dead man gave no answer.
At that exact moment—
The telephone on the minister's desk started ringing.
Bunty immediately picked it up.
A panicked voice came from the other side—it was his passport agent.
"Minister sir! The police arrested me… I barely managed to escape. I'm going underground now…"
Just a short distance away, Bunty's cold voice echoed through the phone, sharp and filled with certainty.
"You didn't escape," he said calmly. "You were let go. And someone is listening to our conversation right now… want to guess who?"
A brief pause followed, heavy with tension, before Bunty smirked and revealed it himself.
"Hello, Veer… how are you? I shouldn't have given you that lift the other day. Anyway, listen carefully—now you're going to die."
With that, he cut the call.
---
On the other side, inside a police station's call-tracing room, Veer stood alongside two officers, having heard every single word. Instead of panic, a faint smile appeared on his lips.
"Challenge accepted," he murmured.
---
That very night, Veer wasted no time. He immediately arranged for his family to leave their home and secretly relocated them to Gujarat. Meanwhile, Bunty's men searched the entire city, but Veer had already vanished without a trace.
---
Elsewhere, Bunty stood inside a dimly lit warehouse. By now, he had already tracked down the police commissioner who had been involved with the minister.
Looking straight at him, Bunty spoke without hesitation,
"I don't care what deal you had with the minister. The money—fine, we split it fifty-fifty. But in return… I want Veer and his family's location."
The commissioner let out a low chuckle, his greed clearly visible.
"No father, no brother… money is above all, my friend," he said mockingly. "I also want to resign from this job, go underground, and leave this country. You'll arrange that for me."
A crooked smile spread across Bunty's face.
"Deal."
---
The next day, in Gujarat, inside the house of Police Commissioner Prabhakar, Veer's family had taken shelter.
His father, mother, and younger sister—whose beauty was striking—sat together. Along with them were Prabhakar's own family: his two daughters, aged twenty-four and twenty, and his sixteen-year-old son.
Not just that—Veer's newly found girlfriend, the heroine of his story, was also present with her family: her parents and younger brother.
The atmosphere was tense, yet falsely calm.
---
Amidst this, the Mumbai police commissioner—Bunty's ally—arrived. He casually spoke with Veer, dropping subtle hints about Bunty and the missing money, as if testing him.
Before leaving, he intentionally "forgot" his phone there.
Moments later, he asked Veer to bring it outside.
Veer nodded and went inside to retrieve it.
---
As he stepped back out with the phone, he noticed the commissioner had already gotten into his car. Just then, the phone rang.
Without suspicion, Veer answered it—
And in the very next second—
BOOM!
A massive explosion tore through the air as the car blasted apart. Flames shot upward, and the shockwave forced nearby officers to rush out in panic.
---
But that explosion… was just a distraction.
From the back gate of the house, Bunty's men silently entered. Within moments, they kidnapped Veer's entire family and disappeared.
---
Sensing something was terribly wrong, Veer rushed back inside—only to find the house empty.
His heart pounded violently.
Without wasting a second, he followed the faintest clues left behind, tracking them down to a slum area.
There, he finally found them.
---
A brutal fight followed. Veer fought like a storm, taking down the attackers one after another. Somehow, he managed to secure his family's safety—
But not without a cost.
In the chaos, his father was shot.
---
The moment Veer saw his father collapse, something inside him snapped. Rage consumed him completely.
He charged after the fleeing attackers, who escaped in a speeding car.
But halfway through, reality hit him.
Turning back, he rushed his father to the hospital.
---
Yet fate wasn't done playing its cruel game.
During that brief moment… Bunty's men had already made another move.
They kidnapped Veer's sister.
---
As if that wasn't enough, the explosion earlier was now pinned on Veer.
The bomb had been triggered through the very phone he had answered.
Everything suddenly became clear to him.
The commissioner… was never a victim.
He had survived.
It was all a setup.
A trap.
And he had been played perfectly.
---
Standing there, surrounded by chaos, Veer clenched his fists tightly.
Now, it wasn't just a fight anymore—
It was personal.