I never wanted revenge. I just wanted to serve.

But when I saw Shanti lying there—cold, lifeless, her eyes still wide with disbelief—I knew the rules had changed. I had stopped 'Spot' Nana three times. Three failed assassinations on the CM. And this was his answer.

They said I was overreacting. That I should let the investigation proceed. But I knew. I knew he’d come for the final strike during the torch ceremony. The same torch that was supposed to symbolize peace, progress, and unity—rigged to blow.

I begged Satyendra to cancel it. He refused. Too much political capital at stake.

So tonight, I stand at the podium, the weight of the badge heavy on my chest. The crowd chants. The cameras roll. And somewhere in the shadows, I know Nana is watching.

This isn’t duty anymore.

This is my oath.

I reach for the lighter. My hand doesn’t shake.

For Shanti.

For truth.

For the son I’ll never raise.

I light the torch.