I’ve spent years chasing shadows, but none cut deeper than Tony Briganza’s. He’s a ghost with a smile, a killer with an alibi, and for too long, he’s danced just beyond the reach of justice. I arrested him once—solid case, ironclad evidence—until his lawyer played a tape showing him miles away, sipping tea like a saint. The court laughed. I didn’t. That’s when I realized: someone was taking his place. It wasn’t until I watched Seeta Aur Geeta with Sapna that the truth hit me—twins. One mind, two bodies. Tony had a brother, Jojo, slow-witted but loyal, a puppet for his brother’s evil. I used that knowledge to bring Tony down. But he escaped. And when he did, he went straight to the only people I still called family—Shekhar and Seema. They died because of me. I wasn’t there. I was chasing leads, playing by the rules. Now, the rules mean nothing. I killed Jojo. I watched the light leave his eyes. And now Tony has Ajay. My brother. My only blood. He’s taken everything. I’ve resigned. The badge is gone. But the gun? That stays. Tonight, I find Tony. Tonight, it ends. Not with arrest. With fire.

I stand outside the abandoned warehouse, rain stinging my face. My radio is silent. No backup. No orders. Just me. And him. The door creaks open. A shadow moves. I step inside.

This is where it ends.