I never thought love would feel like this—like sunlight breaking through monsoon clouds. Her name is Kiran, and she laughs like she’s never known sorrow. We met at college, two souls drifting into each other’s orbits. I didn’t know her father was Balraj Khanna, the man my father was hunting. And I didn’t know I wasn’t his son.

Now, standing over Vijay’s grave, rain mixing with tears, I clutch the badge he left behind. Goga’s men shot him down right after I apologized for defying him. The truth came too late—about Meera, about my real father, about the man who killed him: Ramsingh Gupti.

I’ve joined the force. I’ve taken his case. And I’ve seen Balraj’s name in the files. Kiran won’t believe me. She thinks I’m lying, that I’ve turned against her. But I saw the recording. I heard Goga’s voice. And now, I know what I have to do.

But tonight, a call came in—Kiran’s been taken. Goga has her. And he’s waiting for me.