Rudra Mehra disappeared in one night.
Private jet.
Fake passport.
Foreign bank accounts.
News flashed everywhere:
Rudra Mehra Escapes India.
People were angry.
Streets filled again.
Justice only for the poor?
they shouted.
Anaya stood in front of the Supreme Court.
He has crossed borders, she said.
But crime has no nationality.
The court ordered:
INTERPOL RED NOTICE AGAINST RUDRA MEHRA.
Kabir published every detail of Rudra's empire:
Arms deals.
Illegal mines.
Human trafficking routes.
Secret political funding.
Foreign governments took notice.
In Dubai, Rudra Mehra watched the news in a dark hotel room.
They will forget, he muttered.
They always do.
But they didn't.
In London, a banker was arrested.
In Singapore, accounts were frozen.
In Switzerland, vaults were opened.
Rudra's billions began to bleed.
Anaya traveled abroad to present evidence.
In a global court forum, she said:
When money controls nations,
justice must become international.
Her speech went viral.
Young lawyers joined her mission.
Journalists followed Kabir's trail.
Arjun, still healing, worked from home.
They broke my body, he said,
not my spine.
One night, an Interpol officer called.
We have located Rudra Mehra…
in Istanbul.
Anaya closed her eyes.
The world is small, she whispered.
But Rudra was planning his last move.
A bomb of lies.
A false case against Anaya herself.
An arrest warrant was prepared abroad.
And the hunter was about to become…
The hunted.