I saw her on a bus. Just a flash—her eyes, dark and deep like monsoon skies, meeting mine through the glass. I didn’t know her name. I didn’t need to. My heart stopped.\n\nNow, weeks later, my so-called friends are dragging me to a brothel in Kamathipura. 'Come on, Saajan, live a little!' Buddha laughs. I don’t want to be here. But then I hear it—a girl screaming. Not pleasure. Pain.\n\nI follow the sound. And there she is.\n\nKaajal.\n\nBound. Beaten. Called 'Paro' like she’s nothing.\n\nMy blood turns to fire.\n\nI don’t think. I move.\n\nI fight. I break bones. I carry her out like a fallen angel.\n\nShe trembles in my arms. 'Why… why did you come?'\n\nI look into her broken eyes. 'Because you’re mine. And I’m not letting go.'\n\nBut the streets are watching. Shetty’s men are coming.\n\nWhat do I do now? Run? Fight? Or take the war to them?