I still see my father’s face the moment Birju pulled the trigger. I was right there—uniformed, armed, sworn to protect—and I couldn’t do a damn thing. The courts let him walk. So I took the law into my own hands. I boarded Birju’s yacht, gun in hand, ready to end it. But he was waiting. They beat me, threw me into the sea like trash. I survived. Crawled back from the edge. Now I’m ready to finish what I started.

But Vicky’s in my way.

My brother in all but blood. The boy I grew up with, who once stole to feed his family, now wears a badge just like me. Only he still believes in rules. In procedure. In playing fair.

He stood in front of Birju today, arms spread. 'You shoot him, Amar, you become him,' he said.

I raised my gun. 'Then let me be the monster. Someone has to be.'

The city holds its breath. The line is drawn. And I’m about to cross it.