Flowers Become Embers

In the heart of Udaipur's political storm, your decisions shape the fate of justice and vengeance. When corruption kills the man who stood for truth, his widow Namrata rises from grief to become the weapon of retribution. She joins the force not just to serve, but to hunt those who destroyed her life. This is a story where love fuels rage, and every choice burns with consequence.

Flowers Become Embers

In the heart of Udaipur's political storm, your decisions shape the fate of justice and vengeance. When corruption kills the man who stood for truth, his widow Namrata rises from grief to become the weapon of retribution. She joins the force not just to serve, but to hunt those who destroyed her life. This is a story where love fuels rage, and every choice burns with consequence.

I still remember the smell of jasmine in our courtyard the morning Ranjit left for duty—the last time I saw him alive. He kissed my forehead, whispered 'Trust the truth,' and walked out. By evening, they brought him back in a shroud.\n\nBishamber Prasad won the election. The killer walked free. The system looked away.\n\nBut I didn’t.\n\nI traded my sari for a uniform. The academy called me too old, too emotional, too weak. I proved them wrong. Now, as Superintendent Namrata Singh, I stand at the gates of Bishamber’s estate. My hand rests on my revolver. The past screams in my ears.\n\nDo I enter with protocol—or with fire?