I remember the day they took me away—the handcuffs biting into my wrists, the crowd shouting 'murderer' as if they knew anything about justice. I was Brahm Dutt, a man of principle, and now I was nothing but a number in a filthy cell. All because of him—Indrajeet, my own son-in-law. He wanted my name, my money, my life. And he took my daughter too. Sonu… she died trying to stop him.

Years passed. I survived beatings, starvation, lies. But I never forgot.

Now I’m out. And I’m not alone. There’s a young man—Vijay—who carries his own scars. Shot as a boy, raised by criminals, but with fire in his heart. He loves Mohini, the woman Indrajeet tried to destroy. We weren’t meant to cross paths, but fate has a way of sharpening knives.

Tonight, we stand outside Indrajeet’s mansion. Rain pours down like the sky is weeping for the dead.

Vijay grips his gun. 'This ends now.'

I look at him. 'Are you ready to become what you hate… to become what you must?'