"The world is not cruel, but those who run it are. It is impartial, but those who live in it are not. Death is not painful, but life can be if you don't know your purpose." 283 BC, PATLIPUTRA, CAPITAL OF MAGADH On a dung heap, an old man is sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed. Below, a man is bowing down; he is the king of the Mauryan empire, Bindusar Maurya. Beside the king, another middle-aged man is kneeling on both knees, facing the dung heap. Behind the king, a lot of soldiers are standing with spears in their hands. Bindusar says, "Acharya, please calm your anger and let's go back. I am truly sorry for my felony." The old man on the dung heap didn't pay any heed and ignored them. While the king was requesting the old man, from behind the dung heap, a man covered in a cloak slipped a smoldering charcoal onto it. With the help of the winds, the heap swiftly caught fire, burning the old man to his death. Bindusar got shocked seeing all of this. He screamed and tried to rush toward the heap. "Acharya!" The soldiers quickly grabbed the king, stopping him. The man beside the king, who is kneeling, smiled at seeing all this. The kneeling man mumbled, "Farewell, Kautilya." At a distance, a man covered in a black robe is gazing towards the burning heap. He is holding a book in his hand. The man mumbled in melancholy, "So, this is how you choose to die. Farewell, Acharya. I will prepare everything you have told me." The man opens the book, and on the page, it was written: The first Head of the Gupta clan - Vishnu Gupta, Chanakya (375 BC to 283 BC). … … … … … December 8, 2013. Under the falling snow, a diverse group of men and women stands in an open field, their heads and shoulders lightly dusted with snow. At the forefront stand a young man and a woman. The man possesses short, black, curly hair, blue eyes, and a lean, tall build, while the woman, of oriental descent, has long, straight black hair, black eyes, and a mole beneath her right eye. All of them direct their gaze forward, where a young man, with crossed arms, stands on a chopped tree trunk, his black eyes fixed upon them. Around his neck hangs a locket—a golden wheel with flame-like points on its edge. With a resonant voice, the man declared, "It's time." Raising his voice, he thundered, "नूतनस्य जगतः कृते" (Nutnashya jagtah krite). The group elevated their fists high and collectively shouted, "Nutnashya jagtah krite." "Nutnashya jagtah krite." … … … … … "Good evening, everyone. Welcome to the new show 'Dead talks.' I'm your host, Akash, and joining us today are our special guests. Let's welcome them, so they don't feel ignored." A masked man spoke through the camera, streaming live nationwide. Behind him, ten people were bound to chairs, their heads covered with black cloth. December 29, 2019, New Delhi, India. Inside the conference room at Delhi Police headquarters, a tense meeting was in progress. The Director General of Delhi Police, Avesh Chandra, sat in the center, addressing his officers seated around the room. D.G.P Avesh Chandra, a tall man with a square face, black eyes, and a bulky build at 49 years old, conveyed, "You're all aware that 10 government officials, confirmed by their families, have been kidnapped today. We're yet to receive any ransom demands, but we anticipate a call from the kidnappers soon. Given the pressure from higher-ups, apprehending them is our top priority. The kidnapped officials include 3 from the NIA, 2 High Court judges, and 5 police officers. Our immediate goal—" Interrupting, a constable entered the room hastily, "Sir, the news—" Avesh Chandra's voice boomed, "What are you thinking? We're swamped here." The constable positioned himself behind Avesh and activated the screen. Observing the broadcast, Avesh and his officers rose, their faces reflecting disbelief. On the screen, the masked man approached one of the captives and unveiled his head. The man had a mix of white and black hair, small eyes, and a round face showing tension, suggesting he was in his early fifties. The masked man addressed him, "Meet our High Court judge. How's our hospitality?" The judge retorted, "Who are you? What's the meaning of this? Do you realize who I am—" Cutting him off, the masked man retorted, "I'm fully aware, and that's precisely why I chose you." He lightly slapped the judge, saying, "Rakesh Sharma, remember that your life is in my hands. Speak wisely." Drawing a gun from his jacket, the man placed its muzzle against Rakesh's head. Rakesh trembled as he felt the cold touch of metal. The masked man inquired, "Regarding the human trafficking case filed against Danish Oberoy, how much compensation have you received from Danish to absolve his reputation?" Rakesh stammered, "What nonsense are you spouting? I've made lawful judgments." The masked man continued, "Is that so?" He removed the cloth from the head of the man beside Rakesh. A bald man, around 47 years old and drenched in fear, turned to Rakesh then faced the masked man. "What's happening? Who are you? Let us go, or you'll face severe consequences." The masked man posed the same question to him as he did to Rakesh. The bald man's response came, "I have no knowledge of any bribes. My judgments aligned with the law. You're falsely accusing me." After a measured look, the masked man stated, "So you won't confess willingly. I know how to change that." He raised his gun, shot Rakesh in the head, and 'bang,' Rakesh collapsed with his chair. The bald man gaped in shock. Whistling casually, the masked man turned his gaze to the second judge. Turning to the camera, he announced, "Now, Mr. Vivek Pradhan, what about you?" High Court judge Vivek Pradhan's face turned pale, and he pleaded, "No, please spare me, I'll talk." Mocking Vivek, the masked man jeered, "Your indecision cost him his life." Vivek, in panic, admitted, "Yes, yes, we accepted a bribe from Danish to clear him in a trafficking case." He glanced down, overwhelmed by shame. The masked man quipped, "How much?" Vivek confessed, "100 crore rupees." The masked man replied, "Impressive, quite the fortune you've made." Facing the camera again, he declared, "Did you all hear that? This man was supposed to uphold justice, but instead, we encountered deception and deceit. Can anyone trust a judicial system filled with such individuals?" Returning to the captives, he unveiled three more faces. They belonged to Wasim Ali, Head of the NIA department; Sudhesh, Deputy Head; and agent Jai Shah. All three blinked, fixated on a man before them wearing a black mask, with Vivek standing by his side. Their gazes settled on a lifeless body, drenched in blood. Wasim took in the scene and saw five more figures strapped to chairs. Sudhesh exclaimed, "You killed him! Are you out of your mind?" The masked man struck Vivek and inquired, "Were they involved too?" Vivek looked at Wasim, Sudhesh, and Jai, then answered, "Yes, they were part of it." The masked man prodded, "And their role?" Vivek replied hurriedly, "They destroyed all the evidence submitted by the team leader, Akash Singh." The masked man pressed on, "Where's Akash Singh now?" Vivek hesitated but eventually replied, "Dead, they killed him." The masked man queried further, "Tell us everything. What happened to Akash and his family?" Hearing this, Wasim and Sudhesh stared at him in disbelief. Vivek gulped, "After the case closed, Danish, despite being acquitted, nursed a grudge against Akash. He retaliated by killing Akash and his family." The masked man burst into laughter, "You're all monsters, showing no mercy even to the innocent." Wasim interjected, "Can we discuss this elsewhere?" Abruptly, the masked man removed his mask, revealing an oval face with deep black eyes, short black hair, wide cheekbones, and a pointed chin. He had an athletic build and a burn scar running from his left ear down his neck. He was Akash Singh (30). Sudhesh whispered in shock, "He's alive." Akash declared, "There's nothing more to discuss. You've been found guilty, and I pronounce your death." He shot Wasim and then Sudhesh. Sudhesh cried out, "Wait, listen, we can—" 'Bang.' Vivek remained in shock, unable to react. He stared at Akash, asking, "But how?" Akash replied through action, 'bang,' silencing Vivek. "You don't have to know." He continued, systematically killing the remaining captives, all while their heads remained covered. Turning to the camera, he declared, "I attempted to change the system, but it changed my life. So, here I am, once again striving for change. I'm not a criminal; I'm just seeking reform. Ha-ha-ha..." After calming, he concluded, "That's all for now. Goodbye until we meet again.” ……………… Outside an electronics store, a small crowd gathers, watching a televised broadcast behind the glass, displaying footage of Akash killing NIA officers and judges. Standing a short distance away from the crowd is a man in his early forties. He sports disheveled long hair and a beard, dressed in shabby, crumpled attire with patches. Upon seeing the screen, he smiles and remarks, "Well done, boy. I'm proud of you. At least you've emerged from your guilt and depression." On the screen, Akash speaks loudly, "I’m not a criminal; I am just seeking reform ha-ha-ha….." Police headquarters, New Delhi, India. In the conference room, all the officers stand up in shock upon seeing the masked man's face on the broadcast. Even after the broadcast ends, they remain in shock. Avesh Chandra with a grim face. "Is he that NIA officer who solved the human trafficking case one year ago?" An officer beside Avesh, Karan Vohra(29), speaks hesitantly. "It's definitely him, sir. They couldn't eliminate him." Avesh stares at him in annoyance. Karan: "What? I just stated the fact." Avesh rubs his aching head. "Now things have gotten out of control. Karan found him out before anyone else." Karan straightens himself, giving a salute. "Yes, sir." He walks away. Avesh stares at Karan's departing figure. India News Studio, New Delhi. In the broadcasting room, a crowd of people gathers at the operating screens. Two men are tweaking here and there with the controls, while others look at the screen for the ongoing live broadcast. When the screens blank out, the people start murmuring. "Is that him?" "It's really him." "But how did he change so much?" Suddenly, someone shouts aloud. "Stop it! Why are you making noise here? Get back to work. And Peter, did we regain control?" A middle-aged Sumit Patra(50), the director of India News, comes from behind and chases them out. Clad in a dark blue suit, white combed hair, short stature, and cold brown eyes. Peter Daniel (25), I.T expert who was checking the system. "Yes, sir, we regained all control, but it's like he willingly gave it back." Sumit goes beside him. "Can we track him?" Suraj Agrawal (26), another I.T expert beside Peter looking through the servers. "No, sir, we can't trace him. Whoever it was, he's honestly above our pay grade." Sumit glances at Suraj, who is very serious, and Peter, who is making an awkward face. Sumit rubs his head in irritation. "Okay, check properly if he left any back door." After telling them, he walks back to his own office. Inside the office, a man is sitting on the couch beside the wall. Entering, Sumit asks, "When did you come?" Aditya Sehgal (37), High Court Lawyer, "I arrived 15 minutes ago." Sumit: "Did you watch it?" Aditya: "Yes, I saw it. He changed so much that I didn't even recognize him for a while." Sumit: "Were you attacked too?" Aditya: "Yes, they did, but I was smart. I warned him at that time, but he didn't listen to me." Sumit: "This is going to blow up tomorrow." Aditya: "Yes, the people are not idiots; they want answers. How did their hero turn into that?" Sumit: "Well, it's not our headache. And what about the things he said?" Aditya: "That I don't know. Maybe it's his emotional breakdown or something more profound." ... Police headquarters, New Delhi, India. A press conference is underway in the police headquarters. DIG Avesh is sitting at the conference table with the Chief Minister of Delhi, Prabhanjan Sharma (54), while media personnel sit in front of them. A reporter stands and asks, "Sir, is it true that Officer Akash's family was murdered? If so, it raises concerns about the police's ability to secure their own families." Prabhanjan: "It's not that we can't keep them safe, but Akash took a two-month leave after concluding that case and went out of the country with his family." Another reporter chimes in, "But Judge Vivek Pradhan said in the recording that he and his family were attacked by criminals." Prabhanjan: "He did say that, but we can't confirm until the investigation is complete." Another reporter speculates, "So we can say that all the officials killed by Akash were corrupt, and Akash killed them to avenge his family?" Prabhanjan: "If they're found guilty, we'll label them as corrupt. Regarding their killings, that was also a crime. We can't overlook Akash even if he did this to avenge his family. As for his words about a new order or old order, please ignore it; his emotions are unstable right now, so he probably said it unconsciously. I guarantee we will apprehend him swiftly and put an end to the unrest he has caused. That's all for now." Saying that, he stands and walks away, with the media crowding around him for pictures. The DIG also follows behind the Chief Minister. Inside the headquarters, in the DIG's office, Avesh sits on his chair, and Prabhanjan sits in front of him. Prabhanjan: "What the hell are you doing? You couldn't even handle it and let this matter get so big. Everyone is now demanding justice for Akash; they even feel sympathy for him, despite him killing ten people live on TV." Avesh: "I've assigned my best officers to it; they will quickly locate him. No need to worry." Prabhanjan squints at him, "Did you forget? He was the best of them all. He was so exceptional that you transferred him to NIA." Hearing that, Avesh gets lost in thought. "Yes, if I hadn't transferred him one year ago, we wouldn't be facing all this." Prabhanjan: "Don't dwell on the past; focus on stopping him. And I don't want Akash alive." Avesh: "I know, that's why I've issued a shoot-on-sight order." Prabhanjan: "Good, then I will be taking my leave." Leaving the chair, he walks out of the office. Nov 20, 2018, NIA headquarters. Office of the Department Head, Wasim Ali. Inside the office, Wasim is hosting a visitor, Danish. Danish inquired, "How did yesterday's operation go?" Wasim chuckled and replied, "It went well. We successfully apprehended the terrorist. Now I'm gaining recognition as the city's new hero." Danish nodded and praised, "Excellent job." Wasim continued, "Much credit goes to your intelligence input." Danish humbly responded, "No need for thanks. It was a simple gesture, considering your collaboration in our endeavors." Wasim adjusted his expression and stated, "Certainly, but do exercise caution. We shouldn't draw excessive attention from higher authorities. I don't want to jeopardize my hard-earned shot at promotion." Danish assured, "Rest assured, sir. I'm well aware of the boundaries, and we won't cross them." Wasim added, "That's good to hear. And don't overlook my share in the profits." Danish affirmed, "My approach is to generate profits and distribute them among capable individuals like yourself." Wasim retorted, "Spare me the act of benevolence." Danish reasoned, "It's essential to portray an upright image to your partner. Trust needs a solid foundation." Wasim remarked, "You certainly possess the qualities of a skilled deceiver." Danish clarified, "I steer clear of their path. Their methods aren't to my liking." Wasim inquired, "Why's that?" Danish explained, "They lack substance and respect. They're openly mocked, even by children. I, on the other hand, command both fear and respect from those who truly know me." Wasim quipped, "So, I should fear you too?" Danish playfully responded, "That's a judgment only you can make." Wasim held his gaze, sighed, and admitted, "Honestly, I'm not entirely sure." Danish gestured, "You see." Moving on, Wasim asked, "By the way, what happened to Faisal's enterprise?" Danish informed, "Since you eliminated him in the encounter, I've taken complete control of his business." Wasim commended, "Good. Just ensure my stake is accounted for." Danish reassured, "Of course, you have my word." Wasim cautioned, "And remember to avoid direct involvement in these matters." Danish assured, "I'm well aware. That's why I've entrusted Danny with its management." Later, Danish exited the office. Akash, who awaited the department head's instructions, spotted Danish emerging. Danish recognized Akash, "You must be Akash?" Akash stood and introduced himself, "Yes, and you are..." Danish clarified, " I am just a visitor of your superior. You can go in; he's expecting you." Akash expressed gratitude, "Thank you." After some time. In the cabin of Department Head Wasim Ali, he occupied the chair, with Akash Singh standing before him. Wasim Ali, perusing a file in his hand. "Your resume is impressive, you've solved many cases, but there have been consistent complaints about your aggressive behavior." Akash responded, "Sir, sometimes being assertive is necessary on duty." Wasim Ali replied calmly, "Agreed, but in your case, it has been a constant issue. Nevertheless, welcome to NIA. Remember to tone down your attitude for the benefit of your career." Akash expressed gratitude, "Thank you, sir. Your advice will be remembered." Wasim instructed, "You're dismissed." Later that evening, Akash exited the office, hopped on his bike, and headed home. Upon reaching home, he entered to find his wife seated on the couch watching TV. He quietly approached her from behind, aiming to surprise her. However, she sensed his presence and called out to him before he could do so. Akash's wife, Vaani Singh (26), fair-skinned with black round eyes, a sharp chin, small lips, and a nose, along with long black hair down to her waist, looked at him. "Back already, Akash?" Akash playfully inquired, "How did you know?" Vaani responded mischievously, "I heard your heartbeat." Akash was incredulous, "That's hardly scientific." Vaani teasingly retorted, "Who cares?" The couple shared a laugh, with Akash eventually hugging her from behind. Vaani continued, "So what's up?" Akash surrendered, "Nothing much." Their laughter filled the room. Soon, Akash's mother, Shanti Singh (61), entered from the bedroom. Clad in a white saree with her hair neatly tied back, she had an average stature, brown eyes, and a serene smile. Shanti inquired, "When did you come, son?" Akash replied, "Just got in." Shanti expressed warmly, "Perfect timing. Take my daughter-in-law and enjoy the evening." Akash was taken aback by the suggestion and exchanged a surprised look with Vaani. Shanti noticed their expressions and playfully added, "Don't stare, it makes me shy," before heading back to her room. Akash continued to gaze at his mother's retreating figure as Vaani burst into laughter. Vaani teased, "Hahaha..." Akash, playfully irritated, responded, "Stop laughing." Vaani challenged, "And if I don't?" Akash conceded, "Well, I suppose there's nothing I can do." Vaani commanded, "Then get ready. We're going to the mall. Is that clear?" Akash agreed, "Yes." ........................... That night, at the mall, Akash held shopping bags while Vaani flitted from store to store. After her shopping spree ended, they sat at a table in the food court and placed their orders. Looking at the numerous shopping bags, Akash remarked, "Did we shop excessively?" Vaani assessed the bags and replied, "No, it's about average." Akash internally prayed to avoid such shopping escapades in the future. After dinner, they headed to the parking lot to retrieve their car before returning home. The Next Day. In the NIA office, Akash engaged in a conversation with Harish about recent cases. Harish shared, "Last month, Wasim Sir thwarted a terrorist attack. The perpetrators planned to detonate bombs in public spaces, but he apprehended them before they could get hold of the bomb materials." Impressed, Akash responded, "That's truly remarkable. Preventing a major terrorist attack is no small feat." Harish went on, "This week, my team and I cracked a drug smuggling ring." Akash sought clarification, "Why do you refer to it as 'half'?" Harish explained with regret, "Half of the gang members were taken down in an encounter, but we lost our team leader and two officers in the process." Akash expressed condolences, "I'm truly sorry to hear that." Harish responded pragmatically, "It's part of the job. No need to feel sorry. Now, it's your turn. What cases have you worked on?" Akash shared, "I've handled cases involving kidnapping, rape, murder, and extortion." Harish acknowledged, "You've got an impressive record. So, why were you transferred?" Akash confessed, "It was my tendency to become violent with suspects. Sometimes, in cases with thin evidence, I resorted to forceful measures, even shooting suspects in fabricated encounters. My superiors tried to stop me, but I resisted them." Harish was taken aback by Akash's candid admission. Curious, Akash asked, "When will we get our assignments?" Harish replied, "It depends on Wasim Sir's decisions and the unfolding criminal activities." Under his breath, Harish added, "He's quite unpredictable." Akash sighed, "Let's hope we're assigned something soon. I can't stand having nothing to do." The room fell into silence momentarily before Akash stood up and suggested, "Let's head out." Harish questioned, "Where to?" Akash responded with a grin, "I'll take you to an interesting place." In the evening, Akash escorted Harish to a bar. They paused outside momentarily, and Harish appeared unsure. Harish hesitated, "Is this the place?" Akash reassured, "Yes, any problem?" Harish responded, "No, I just didn't expect you to bring me here." Chuckling, Akash led the way into the bar, with Harish trailing behind. Inside the bar, people are dancing on the floor, while some are enjoying drinks at the counter. Upon entering, Akash waved at a bar girl on the dance floor. She approached him and ran her fingers across his chest. The bar girl, Sheila Shan (26), a dancer and a call girl, commented, " You finally managed to find time for me. I thought you had forgotten about me." Harish watched awkwardly as Akash ignored the flirtation and Sheila's suggestive advances. Akash diverted her attention, "Let's proceed with the service." Sheila smirked, "Why not?" She took his hand, leading him behind the bar counter. Before disappearing, Akash glanced back at Harish, who stood with his mouth wide open in surprise. Akash instructed, "Wait here; I'll be back in ten minutes." Harish snapped out of his astonishment and muttered, "He just left me here. If I had known, I wouldn't have come." Suddenly, a girl approaches Harish from behind and grabs his hand. Payal Jha (27), another bar dancer, smiled flirtatiously and asked, "Hello handsome, who are you?" Harish attempted to free his hand, but Payal held on firmly. With a playful grin, Payal enticed, "Come dance with me, and I'll let you go." After a short struggle, Harish complied. When Akash and Sheila returned, they found an intoxicated Harish dancing with Payal. Akash was surprised by the sight, and after a moment, he carried Harish out of the bar. As they exited, Akash looked at Harish's drunken state, muttering, "I won't let him drink in front of me again." Akash dropped Harish at his home before heading to his own residence. Nov 25, 2018. At a club, Harish sits at the counter while Akash is on the dance floor. They are looking for someone. Communicating through earpiece, Akash stated seriously, "Harish, do whatever you want, but please avoid alcohol." Annoyed, Harish retorted, "Just keep quiet." They fell into silence for a while. Akash broke the silence, "Hey, Harish—" Irritated, Harish responded, "What now?" Akash informed, "The target is here." A man in his twenties entered the club and took a seat at a table. He was Johnny, a con man. Harish stood up and headed towards Johnny while Akash positioned himself near the entrance. As Harish approached, Johnny threw a glass at him and fled. At that moment, Akash, stationed at the entrance, landed a punch on Johnny, incapacitating him. Harish, witnessing this, remarked, "Nice hit." Akash responded with a hint of pride, "It's an honor." Harish suggested, "Let's take him to the office." They handcuffed Johnny and transported him to the office for interrogation. Inside the interrogation room, Johnny sat with handcuffed hands, while Harish posed questions. Akash observed quietly from behind Harish. Harish held a gun and a knife, placing them on the table in front of Johnny. Harish inquired sternly, "Why did you have these weapons in a bar?" Johnny replied, "You know how it is, sir. In our line of work, safety isn't guaranteed. I need some insurance. And before you ask, the gun is licensed; it's not illegal." Harish's frustration showed as he slammed his hand on the table, "Stop this nonsense. We know what you've been up to. Don't bother covering it up. Spill the truth before things escalate." Johnny chuckled, "Evidence, sir, evidence. You can't do much without it." While Harish and Johnny conversed, Akash picked up the knife from the table and examined it closely. Suddenly, Johnny stood up abruptly, slamming his hands on the table. "I won't speak until my lawyer arrives." Harish's annoyance was palpable. "You—" Akash intervened, advancing forward and stabbing the back of Johnny's hand with the knife. Both Harish and Johnny were taken aback by the sudden action. After a moment, Johnny let out a pained cry. Harish turned towards Akash, his astonishment evident. "Why on earth did you do that?" Unapologetic, Akash replied, "Relax, this will calm him down. He'll talk." Johnny's cry subsided, and he looked at Akash with a mixture of anger and pain. "How dare you stab me? I'll kill you, your whole family!" Akash met Johnny's gaze and, with a gun in his hand, pushed the barrel into Johnny's mouth. Akash warned, "Utter one more word unrelated to our conversation, and I won't hesitate to shoot." Johnny's fear was evident as he nodded in compliance. Akash slowly withdrew the gun from Johnny's mouth. Akash instructed, "Now, he's ready to answer your questions," gesturing towards Harish. "You'll provide the answers, right?" Johnny nodded again, this time without resistance. After a while, Harish and Akash emerged from the interrogation room. Harish asked, "Was stabbing him really necessary?" Akash responded, "It proved to be the quickest way to make him talk, and the results speak for themselves." Harish pondered, "Yet, our actions might lead to reprimand." Akash reassured, "Don't worry, you'll grow accustomed to it." Harish reflected, "Indeed, staying by your side might make that true." With anger, Harish stormed away from the scene. Akash glanced at his departing figure, thinking, "Why is he behaving so melodramatically?" Akash also departed, heading home. ...... In Akash's house. As Akash silently entered, the lights of the living room illuminated. Vaani stood there, coldly fixing her gaze on him. His body tensed as he perceived the concealed anger in her eyes. "Wow, you're back too early," Vaani remarked, her eyes fixed on Akash. "Even before our scheduled time." With a nervous smile, Akash explained, "Vaani, there was an overwhelming amount of work at the office today, which caused me to be late." "Alright, come in, but you'll have to sleep on the couch," Vaani declared. Akash protested, "But why? I haven't done anything wrong." Vaani stated matter-of-factly, "That's just what I want you to do. Is there a problem?" "Okay," Akash conceded, his defeat evident. After a while, Vaani returned from her room, carrying a pillow and blanket. She tossed them onto the couch. Gritting his teeth, Akash glanced at the couch and muttered, "If I didn't love you, then I would have—" Vaani's voice cut in sharply, "What did you say?" In a meek tone, Akash replied, "Nothing, honey." ...... Next day at the NIA office, Akash and Harish stood before Sourabh, the deputy head, who reprimanded them for the violence during yesterday's interrogation. Sourabh questioned, "Why did you resort to it? There were alternative methods to extract information. Yet, you chose to stab him. Explain your actions." Harish remained silent, averting his gaze, while Akash defended, "Sir, we expedited the process. Had we pursued other avenues, he might have delayed for weeks, allowing his accomplices to flee or go into hiding." Sourabh retorted, "Don't attempt to instruct me. You haven't attained that authority. This isn't your former division where you had free rein. Understand that if you—" Interrupting, Wasim entered and intervened, "Sourabh, enough." All eyes turned to Wasim. "And both of you, come to my office," Wasim directed Akash and Harish, entering his office. Sourabh glanced at them before departing. Akash locked eyes with Sourabh briefly before Harish nudged him towards Wasim's office. Inside the office, Wasim sat behind his desk, reviewing a file. Akash and Harish occupied chairs across from him. After a moment, Wasim set the file down. "Akash, when you joined, I advised you to temper your zeal," Wasim began. Akash interjected, "But sir—" Wasim continued, "I acknowledge the need for severity at times, but it should be a last resort. Deploy it only when all other options are exhausted. Now, go. And I don't want a repetition of this, understood?" In unison, Akash and Harish replied, "Yes, sir." Wasim dismissed their response and immersed himself in his work. Akash and Harish swiftly exited the office. Inside a room, Harish slumped into a chair, while Akash positioned himself by the window. Harish commented, "Finally, we faced reprimand—first from Sourabh and now from Wasim." Akash reassured, "As I said, you'll grow accustomed to it." Harish implored, "Please, spare me your words." Akash questioned, "Then what's your preference?" Harish expressed, "A tranquil vacation." Abruptly, Sourabh entered, displeased by their relaxed conversation. Observing Sourabh's stern demeanor, Harish stood up startled. Akash also redirected his attention to the deputy head. "We've received intelligence on Johnny's supplier's hideout. A raid is imminent in 20 minutes. Prepare yourselves if interested," Sourabh announced before exiting. Harish and Akash exchanged glances, sharing smiles. The contrast was evident—Akash's excitement contrasted with Harish's weary grin. After thirty minutes elapsed, a team of 12 officers armed with guns, led by Senior Agent Manohar Shyam (33), embarked on their journey to the hideout in two SUVs. Akash and Harish occupied the same car at the forefront, with Manohar also present. Within 20 minutes, they reached their destination—an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city. Parking a short distance away, Manohar organized their positions after disembarking. Manohar directed, "You, you, you, and you, come with me; we'll be team 1. Harish, you'll lead team 2." Harish affirmed, "Yes, sir." Manohar continued, "Team 1 will approach from the front, while team 2 will advance from the rear, always initiating contact with a flash bang. Understood?" All responded in unison, "Yes, sir." Manohar moved off with his team, and Harish guided his team towards the rear. Just as Harish and his team reached the back entrance, gunfire erupted from the front where the smugglers engaged team A. Peering from the side, Akash witnessed the shootout and nodded to his companions. They tossed in flash bangs, waited for 8 seconds, and then prepared to breach. Suddenly, an explosion resonated from inside. Harish inquired, "A grenade? Who threw it?" All fingers pointed to Akash. Akash admitted, "Well, it happens sometimes." They proceeded, neutralizing criminals who resisted. After 10 minutes, all surrendering criminals were apprehended. Manohar stood by a body at the front entrance. Akash approached him. Manohar, still gazing at the fallen figure, turned as he heard footsteps, relieved to see Akash. Abruptly, Akash shouted at Manohar. Akash exclaimed, "No!" The individual beside Manohar seized the fallen gun and shot him in the back of the head. Manohar collapsed lifeless. Observing Manohar's fall, Akash emptied his magazine into the shooter. After eliminating him, Akash silently observed his fallen team leader. Other agents converged around Manohar, assessing his condition. Unfortunately, they found no signs of life. Harish patted Akash on the shoulder and offered comfort. Harish reassured, "Don't be disheartened; such occurrences are not uncommon in our line of work." Akash, still fixated on Manohar, responded, "No, my sorrow stems not from his death, but from the manner in which he died—a man like him." Harish questioned, "What do you mean?" Akash remained silent, and Harish did as well. After a while, the medical team arrived with ambulances and cleared the abandoned factory. ...... At the funeral of Manohar Shyam. The somber atmosphere of Manohar's house is intertwined with the anguished cries of his wife and daughter. His wife and daughter were lamenting loudly, seated beside his body. Akash and Harish stood alongside other NIA agents, the deputy head, and the Head. After the final farewell, the crowd dispersed. ..... In the Evening. Akash and Harish are seated on stools at a roadside food stall. Amidst the sounds of traffic and the crowd, they consume their food while lost in contemplation. After finishing their meal, Harish settled the bill before departing with Akash. They arrived in front of Akash's home. Akash dismounted from the bike, checked his watch; it's 11 pm. He waves to Harish before entering the house. Harish gazes at his departing figure for a moment before leaving as well. Inside the house, Akash enters through the door and finds Vaani waiting for him on the couch with closed eyes. Upon hearing Akash's footsteps, she opens her eyes and turns towards him. Observing his face marked with guilt, she moves closer and embraces him, patting his back. Vaani asks, "What's wrong?" Akash responds, "Ah, it's nothing. Let's forget about it and go to bed." Vaani inquires, "What about dinner?" Akash replies, "I don't have an appetite, honey." Upon studying his expression, Vaani refrains from arguing and guides him to the bedroom. After a while, in the bedroom, both of them lie on the bed, facing each other. Akash inquires, "How's mother?" Vaani informs, "She has eaten and is now asleep." Akash questions, "And you?" Vaani answers, "I've also had my dinner." "Good," Akash murmurs, then embraces Vaani, closing his eyes. Vaani gazes at his face for a moment and then closes her eyes too. The following day, a press conference is underway at the NIA office. The department head, Wasim Ali, sits before the media recounting yesterday's raid. Wasim states, "We have confiscated approximately 600 kg of heroin from the operation. At the time of the raid, there were 20 smugglers present. We neutralized 16 of them and the remaining four surrendered. We also experienced one casualty: Manohar Shyam, a senior NIA agent, lost his life in the line of duty." A reporter poses a question, "What are your plans moving forward with this case? Is it concluded or ongoing?" Wasim responds, "Our investigations unveiled that the proceeds from drug sales were funneled to support terrorist operatives for activities within the country. This poses a significant national security concern. Both IB and RAW have also shared this information with us. Our focus now is on eliminating all terrorist funding channels operated by these smugglers within the state." The same reporter inquires, "And what about the others?" Wasim asks, "Pardon me?" The reporter clarifies, "I mean, what about the remaining smugglers who aren't connected to terror funding?" Wasim explains, "Likewise, they will also be dealt with. However, presently, our primary priority is dismantling these terror funding networks." The reporter falls silent and takes a seat. With no further questions, Wasim concludes the conference and exits the room, making his way back to his cabin. In the hallway, Akash and Harish work to disperse the crowd of reporters. Once done, they return to their desks. Akash slumped into his chair, overcome by weariness. "Hey Harish, aren't you feeling bored?" Harish responded, "We just attended the press conference and you're already bored?" Akash stated, "I dislike moments when there's nothing to do." Harish explained, "Listen, our work is complete. Now, unless someone higher up instructs us, we can either wait or they might assign us other tasks. For now, we have some free time." Akash shook his head thoughtfully. "What's your plan then?" Harish grinned, "You've hit the nail on the head with that question. Let's go, I'll take you to a great place." Akash glanced at him and remarked, "Alright, but this time you're treating." Harish agreed, "Sure thing." They both hopped on the bike and set off. Harish brought the bike to a halt in front of an old age home. He led Akash into the building. The watchman warmly welcomed Harish upon their arrival at the entrance. As they entered the hall, all the elderly residents fixed their gaze on them without a blink. The intensity of their stares gave Akash an eerie feeling. "Hey, don't spook my friend," Harish said, turning to Akash and gesturing towards the elderly men and women. "Meet my pals; they all reside here, and this is Harish, a friend and coworker." Akash offered an awkward smile. "Hello." A silence descended after Akash's greeting. Suddenly, out of nowhere, they burst into laughter and began pointing at him. Observing this, Akash glanced at Harish with a grim expression. Harish comforted him. "Don't pay attention to it. They're simply welcoming you in their unique way." An elderly man stood up from his chair and signaled to his companions to stop laughing. This man was Sumesh Patel (69). Sumesh looked at Akash and said, "I apologize, young man. This is the first time Harish has introduced a friend to us. We laughed out of happiness. Please don't misunderstand." Akash smiled and responded, "No sir, it's alright. Even if you make jokes about me, I won't mind." Sumesh retorted, "Then don't call us sir or ma'am, just grandpa and grandma." Akash agreed, "Okay." Sumesh turned back to his companions and announced, "Friends, we have a new grandson." They all exclaimed cheerfully, "Hurray!" Sumesh walked over to his companions and motioned for Akash to join. Akash was about to follow, but Harish attempted to stop him. Harish said, "No, don't go." Akash looked at Harish and halted in mid-air, noticing fear in Harish's eyes. He dismissed it, thinking that a group of elderly men and women couldn't pose much of a threat. However, he soon realized how wrong he was. As Akash approached them, an elderly woman took hold of his hand. Her name was Manisha Sharma (65). "Go slow, grandma," Akash advised as he was pulled into a chair. The group then surrounded him, with some of them playfully pinching his face and others touching his hair and muscles. Manisha commented, "Hmm... Impressive physique." Akash grew annoyed by this. Suddenly, he shrieked like a startled girl. "Ahhh..." Harish shouted from a distance, "What happened?" With his arms crossed over his chest, Akash stared at the elderly people as if they were dangerous animals. Through gritted teeth, he inquired, "Who did that? Who touched it?" Someone murmured, "Why are you so worked up? It's so small." Taken aback by this remark, Akash exchanged a glance with Harish, who facepalmed. Akash signaled to Harish to help him out. With closed eyes, Harish apologized, "I'm sorry, buddy, but you'll have to endure it for a while." Amidst the laughter and joy of the elderly group, Akash's plea for assistance was drowned out. After 2 hours, Harish rescued Akash from their clutches. Exiting the building, they hurriedly departed. Harish was driving the bike, while Akash sat in the back, grumbling. Akash exclaimed, "This is your supposed 'nice' place!" Harish retorted, "Don't say that. All these elderly people have been abandoned by their own children, waiting for their end. And if they find solace in making fun of us, then what's the issue?" Akash remarked, "Wow, I never thought you were so compassionate." Harish smiled and remained silent. They smoothly navigated through the traffic. Akash signaled to stop the bike in front of a tea stall named 'Sai Tea Stall.' They dismounted the bike, and Akash dragged Harish to the stall with him. Akash said, "Come, I will get you the world's finest tea." Harish questioned, "Are you sure, in this place?" Akash replied, "Don't ask, just come." Entering the wooden shed behind the stall, Akash placed an order for two cups of tea. Akash requested, "Two cups of tea." A worker serving tea, Raju (17), responded with an "Okay." Two minutes later, their order arrived. Taking a sip and exhaling deeply, Akash showed his contentment. Observing this, Harish also took a sip. Harish murmured, "Hmm..." Akash inquired, "How is it?" Harish complimented, "It's really good." Akash shared, "Whenever I feel frustrated or down, I come to this place for a cup of tea." Harish deduced, "So it's your place to cool down." Akash agreed, "You could say that." After finishing their tea, Akash approached Raju to pay. Akash said, "Hey Raju, take this." Raju replied, "Sure, Akash brother." Akash inquired, "Where's Sai?" Raju explained, "Something came up, and he left a while ago. Is there anything you need?" Akash reassured, "No, it's nothing. So, when are your exams?" Raju informed, "The exams are next month." Akash responded, "Next month... Have you prepared well?" Raju confirmed, "Yes, I have." Akash offered, "Great, let me know if you need any money." Raju smiled and replied, "Okay, brother." Akash waved at him and returned to the bike, taking the back seat. Harish, who was in the front, asked, "Who is he?" Akash explained, "He's a young boy working as a part-timer to cover his study fees. He comes from a poor background." Harish inquired further, "What about his parents?" Akash answered, "They're deceased. He's an orphan. When I told him I'd pay his fees so he wouldn't have to work here, he declined, saying, 'This isn't my compulsion; it's my necessity, and I'm capable of it. So, sorry.'" Harish complimented, "He's courageous." Akash agreed, "Indeed, and that's why I admire him." Later in the evening, they returned home. Harish dropped Akash off at his house before heading back. Entering his house, Akash found no one in the living room, so he called out loudly. Akash called, "Vaani... Mom..." Vaani's voice emanated from the kitchen, "Mom went to the neighbor's." Approaching the kitchen, Akash saw Vaani cooking. He hugged her from behind, and though she initially resisted, she eventually relented. Vaani scolded, "What are you doing? Can't you see I'm busy?" Without responding, Akash kissed her on the neck and said, "I love you."