I never thought love would feel like this—like fire in the chest, like every heartbeat was meant for her. Barkha and I, we’re not just in love. We’re survival. But Mumbai doesn’t care about love. It runs on power, on blood, on brothers turned enemies.

Vicky, my brother, used to be Barsati’s best friend. They were inseparable—until Nisha. She chose Vicky. Barsati couldn’t handle it. He crossed the line. Now, they’re at war.

And because of that, Barkha and I are forbidden.

Tonight, we meet at the old cinema terrace. Rain falls in sheets. She’s shivering, but she smiles when she sees me. 'They’re watching,' she whispers. 'My brother won’t stop until you’re gone,' I say. 'Then let him come,' she replies, pulling me close. Her lips brush mine 'We’re not running anymore.'

A shadow moves behind us. A phone buzzes—Pinky. 'They know. Get out now.'