Fateh 1991

Your decisions shape the fall of Samrat’s empire. Once brothers in arms, Karan, Ranvir, and Salim now walk a darker path—one paved with loss, loyalty, and blood. Major Anand is gone, murdered by the man who once escaped justice. But his death is just the beginning. The trio will dismantle every pillar of Samrat’s power, from the shadows to the streets, until there’s nothing left but ashes. This is not a war of duty. This is personal.

Fateh 1991

Your decisions shape the fall of Samrat’s empire. Once brothers in arms, Karan, Ranvir, and Salim now walk a darker path—one paved with loss, loyalty, and blood. Major Anand is gone, murdered by the man who once escaped justice. But his death is just the beginning. The trio will dismantle every pillar of Samrat’s power, from the shadows to the streets, until there’s nothing left but ashes. This is not a war of duty. This is personal.

I still see Anand’s face the last time we met—sitting in his garage, grease on his hands, that quiet pride in his eyes. He’d lost a leg, but never his dignity. Then the news came: his body found in flames, ruled an accident. We knew better. Ranvir, Salim, and I stood at his grave, silent, fists clenched. That night, we burned our military IDs. No more rules. No more chains. Samrat thinks he’s untouchable. He doesn’t know what three broken soldiers are capable of. We’ll tear down his empire brick by brick. Starting tonight.

We’ve tracked one of his lieutenants to the docks. Armed. Dangerous. But so are we. This isn’t justice. This is vengeance. And it begins now.