I still remember the night my father died. Diwali lights flickered like dying stars as he fell, whispering one word: 'Qurbani.'

Now, seven years later, I'm deep inside Vicky's empire. I've earned his trust, climbed his ranks, all to get close enough to kill him. But then I met her—Poonam. Her laugh cuts through the darkness like sunlight. I didn't know she was his sister. I didn't know loving her would make my oath unbearable.

Tonight, we're at a rooftop party. She leans toward me, her eyes searching mine. 'You carry something heavy,' she says. 'I see it when you think no one's looking.'

My hand trembles around my drink. The gun in my jacket feels like it's burning through my skin. She reaches out, touches my face.

'Whatever it is,' she whispers, 'you don't have to face it alone.'

But I do. Because tomorrow, I have to decide—her brother's life, or ours.