The sky above Rajasthan had turned a deeper black, the stars lost behind thick clouds. On the rooftop, Abhay and Sonal leaned over a file Sonal had decrypted from her system — Rudra Mehra’s known locations, fake IDs, foreign accounts. All of it… finally coming together.

“Rudra isn’t just playing. He’s building something,” Sonal muttered, scrolling through images. “A network that doesn’t fear the law or the underworld.”