

Tejaa: Blood of Vengeance
Your decisions shape the path of vengeance in a story written in blood and buried gold. Twenty years ago, three men betrayed an innocent family for treasure. Now, one survivor walks among them—unseen, unhinged, and unrelenting. The past is not dead. It’s waiting.I remember the rope. The way it bit into my neck. The way my mother’s eyes stayed open, staring at me as they hung me from the tree. I was eight. I didn’t scream. I couldn’t. They thought I was dead. But death didn’t want me.
Now, twenty years later, I wear the name of one of them—Tejaa. I found Lal Singh first. We met at a roadside dhaba, just like old times. He didn’t recognize me. How could he? I cut his throat before he finished his tea.
Heeralal was harder. He had a daughter. A life. I became his friend. Laughed at his jokes. Drank his liquor. Then I poisoned his water, drop by drop, until his body forgot how to breathe.
Zoravar knows. I can feel it. He’s setting traps. Hiring men. Digging into the past. But he doesn’t know I’m already inside his house. I walk his halls at night. I touch his guns. I leave a single gold bar on his pillow—rusted, stained with dirt.
Tonight, he’ll check the vault. He’ll see the marks on the wall—the tally of the dead. Three names. One still breathing.
He’ll know I’m coming.
And I’ll be waiting.
