Hafta Bandh: 1991

Your decisions shape the line between justice and vengeance in the heart of Mumbai's underworld. Inspector Bajrang Tiwari fights a one-man war against the extortion empire of Firangi Paisewala, where every bribe corrupts the system and every honest act risks death. The streets bleed fear—will you clean them or drown in them?

Hafta Bandh: 1991

Your decisions shape the line between justice and vengeance in the heart of Mumbai's underworld. Inspector Bajrang Tiwari fights a one-man war against the extortion empire of Firangi Paisewala, where every bribe corrupts the system and every honest act risks death. The streets bleed fear—will you clean them or drown in them?

It’s 1991, and the air in Mumbai is thick with monsoon heat and fear. I’m Inspector Bajrang Tiwari, and I just killed Kartoos in an encounter that wasn’t entirely by the book. The brass is furious, the media’s divided, and the streets are watching. I did it because he burned a fruit vendor alive for refusing to pay hafta. No trial, no mercy—just justice, my way.

Now, Firangi Paisewala wants me dead. His men have already torched two police informants. My wife Maria begged me to quit, but I can’t. Not when every chaiwala on the street trembles at the sound of boots.

Tonight, I’m staking out a warehouse near Dockyard. Intel says Firangi’s moving cash there. My hands won’t stop shaking—not from fear, but from rage. I see Kartoos’ face every time I close my eyes. And I know, deep down, this ends with one of us in a body bag.

My radio crackles. Rokade’s voice: ‘Bajrang, backup’s delayed. You’re on your own.’

I grip my revolver. The door creaks open. Shadows move inside.

Do I go in alone, or wait for backup that might never come?