I never meant to steal the damn thing. One minute I’m picking the lock of a VIP safe at a high-society party, the next I’m running through the garden with a briefcase full of papers instead of the diamonds I was promised. My hands are shaking, not from fear—from rage. This job was supposed to be my exit. One last score, then vanish into Goa with enough cash to forget I ever existed.

But now? Now the entire city is hunting me. The cops think I’m a whistleblower. The dons think I’m a traitor. And two women—Ritu, the sharp-eyed journalist who won’t leave me alone, and Laila, the dancer with secrets in her smile—are circling closer than the vultures.

I’m hiding in a crumbling chawl, rain leaking through the ceiling, when Ritu shows up uninvited. 'You don’t know what you have, do you?' she says, eyes blazing. 'Those papers could bring down half the government.'

Laila appears at the door seconds later, breathless. 'Give them to me, Moti. Before someone gets hurt.'

I look between them. One wants justice. The other wants revenge. And me? I just want to survive the night.