Rajveer Singh adjusted the battered duffel bag under his arm and stepped out into Mumbai’s humid night. Once a decorated special forces marksman, he’d traded medals for a quiet life as a private security consultant — until a call from an old comrade dragged him back into a world of shadows.

He recruited two allies: Meera, a sharp-witted investigative journalist whose articles had put Aryan in peril, and Vikram, a hacker who owed Rajveer a favor after the veteran saved him during a failed mission. Together they discovered a pattern: a string of disappearances connected to a planned auction — a high-profile charity gala where the cartel’s kingpin, Amar Bhalla, would mingle with politicians and industrialists.

As his silhouette disappeared into the dawn, the city resumed its impossible pace. The ledger’s pages were now public, and for the first time in a long while Rajveer allowed himself a small smile. Justice here was messy, imperfect — but it was real enough. He vanished into the noise, knowing the job never truly ended, only paused until someone else needed a shot.