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Favoured Frenzy
Raja, unaffected, responds coldly,
"Inspector Dhruv has been on the hunt since evening, trying to
solve the child's death. To silence these girls... we'll have to dig four graves."
The Minister leans in closer, his smile now darker, eyes narrowed. He whispers into Raja's ear:
"Then dig one more, Raja... for that Inspector Dhruv of yours."
They both burst into a low, wicked laugh, the kind that doesn't reach the eyes - just cold satisfaction shared between two men drowning in power and darkness
At 2 AM, the scene shifts to where we see the same man who had been drinking tea at the crime scene earlier that evening, the place where Inspector Dhruv was also present. The man is now shirtless, his back marked with bruises and wounds. Torn pieces of
newspaper are stuck to his wall, as if he has been obsessively trying to solve some mystery for a long time.
We see him shouting loudly and crying uncontrollably. He slams his hands down on the table in front of him and says,
"This is my fault. Everything that happened, it's because of me."
He then starts cursing himself bitterly, as if he believes he has committed some grave crime. Placing both hands over his eyes,
tears stream down his face as he says, "This sacrifice will not be in vain
The clock strikes 2 AM. Back at the party in the remote farmhouse, Raja sits beside the Minister, both sipping alcohols. Laughter and music echo around them, but in the background, four young girls
are being forcibly dragged inside by uniformed officers. The girls are screaming, crying, and resisting, but no one at the party seems to care.
Moments pass. Then, suddenly, the music cuts out.
From inside the farmhouse, the same four girls are seen being brought back out. Their bodies limp, their faces pale - they're
alive, but completely unconscious, likely drugged. They're not dead
- just broken, silent.
The Minister, swirling his drink lazily, turns his head slightly and tells Raja,
"Bury the bodies."
Raja walks over to the girls, bends slightly to inspect one of them, then looks back at the Minister with a cold smirk and says,
"They're all alive, Minister Ji. Looks like they've got longer lives written in their fate."
The Minister barely has time to react when his phone rings. CUT TO:
On the other end of the call, we see a hand - the skin pale, marked with bite scars and a tattoo of Baphomet. The man wears a black coat, and his voice is deep, commanding, and unsettling.
Caller (coldly):
"Listen, Minister... You know I can't stand noise. If this happens again - I'll bury you with your chair, in the seventh grave."
The Minister, now trembling slightly, responds in a shaken voice: "Forgive me... it won't happen again. I swear... it won't."
He doesn't dare speak the caller's name.
The voice replies without emotion:
"Those girls - they're still breathing. Put them in a police vehicle. No one touches that car. Once they're loaded... I'll take care of the rest."
The call ends.
The Minister lowers the phone slowly, beads of sweat on his
forehead, and looks out toward the police vehicle as officers begin to follow the order - loading the unconscious but alive girls into
the back of a police van.
The party, though still surrounded by people.
Late night. The party is over. The rich and powerful have left, and the farmhouse has grown quiet.
Raja stands with the Minister near the gate. The Minister speaks, his tone sharp and urgent:
"You know how much he hates noise, don't you, Raja? Don't mess this up. You'll get us both buried."
Raja, unfazed, smirks and replies coldly:
"Don't worry, Minister ji. Your Raja will handle everything. Just keep your promise. That chair better be mine when this is over."
They both laugh-a dark, twisted laugh-and part ways.
Sometime later, the scene shifts.
Raja and his officers walk toward the police van parked near the edge of the farmhouse property.
As they open the back doors, expecting silence...
They freeze for a moment.
The van is empty.
The four girls, who had been thrown inside earlier-gone. Raja stares inside, then lets out a low, rough laugh.
Without a trace of concern, he mutters to his men, "Let's go. Our work here is done."
His voice is cold.
Detached.
Like nothing ever happened.
They shut the van doors and walk into the darkness.
Time: 8:00 AM | Location: Navdeep Chowk
It was 8 AM. Inspector Dhruv received a call from an unknown number.
He answered it immediately.
"Hello?"
The voice on the other end was anxious and shaky.
"Sir! Please come quickly! Something terrible has happened at Navdeep Chowk!"
Without a second of hesitation, Dhruv picked up his service pistol, grabbed his keys, and rushed out. He started his SUV and headed straight to the location.
Scene: Navdeep Chowk - Crime Scene
When Dhruv reached the scene, the area was crowded. Police officers were struggling to hold back curious and horrified citizens. People stood silently, their faces covered, eyes filled with fear and disbelief.
Dhruv made his way to the center of the crowd.
There, lying in the open, were the bodies of four young girls.
Blood covered the ground. The girls' faces were hidden, but the brutality was obvious. The way they had been dumped publicly made it clear: this was not just a murder - it was a message.
No one knew who the girls were.
Scene Shift: Minister Durjan Singh's Residence
Meanwhile, inside a lavish mansion far from the chaos, Minister Durjan Singh sat sipping his morning tea.
Suddenly, his phone rang.
It was a call from someone near Navdeep Chowk.
He answered.
"Yes?"
The voice on the other end sounded shaken.
"Sir, please turn on the news. Something serious has happened at the Chowk."
Durjan hung up and turned on the television. What he saw made his hands tremble.
"Breaking News: Four unidentified girls found murdered at Navdeep Chowk."
The minister's body went cold.
He was afraid. Shivering.
He immediately called Officer Raja
But Raja didn't pick up.
The minister tried again. Still no answer.
Frustrated, he called another officer - Khalid.
Khalid answered.
The minister asked,
"Where is Raja? Why isn't he picking up my call?"
Khalid replied,
"Sir... Raja hasn't come to the office yet. He's not answering his phone either."
The minister snapped,
"If he comes, tell him to call me."
Without another word, he walked into the washroom.
He splashed cold water on his face, looked into the mirror - and froze.
He kept staring at his own reflection.
Silent.
Haunted.
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Just then, we see the police questioning everyone at the scene. Inspector Dhruv looks deeply stressed. The crowd is tense - people are scared, because this is the second murder in the city in recent days.
We notice that even some of Dhruv's own officers appear disturbed. Their faces show fear, confusion, and worry - as if they're hiding something or sensing something bigger.
In the background, a group of 7 to 8 men stands silently, faces partially covered. There's no expression on their faces - no panic, no sadness - just a cold stillness. They look like they know each other, possibly a group of friends. Their body language is calm... too calm.
Dhruv turns to one of the officers and asks,
"Did you find anything?"
The officer replies,
"Yes, sir. We found a knife."
Dhruv puts on gloves and examines the weapon. The moment he looks at it, he recognizes it instantly - it's the same knife used in the child murder case from last night.
On the handle of the knife is engraved a "K" logo - alongside a strange Baphomet symbol.
Dhruv steps back slightly. He places both hands on his waist, lowers one foot gently to the ground, tapping it slowly as he stares into the distance - deep in thought.
Just then, we see a man standing a little distance away from where the incident took place. He's wearing a raincoat, and light rain has now begun to fall over the area.
By now, the bodies have been moved for post-mortem examination.
Inspector Dhruv's eyes suddenly lock onto the man in the raincoat. There's something familiar about him - his posture, his presence. Dhruv stares harder. He feels like he recognizes him from somewhere.
Meanwhile, in the background, that mysterious group of people - the same 7 to 8 men from earlier - is still standing silently.
But now, some of them are smiling quietly to themselves - not laughing, just slight, unsettling smirks. No one else around them seems to notice. No one knows who they are. No one even questions their presence.
Their existence at the crime scene goes unnoticed... but something about them isn't right.
Then we see Dhruv running, pulling his gun from his pocket, pushing the public aside as he heads toward the man. He moves closer and closer to that person. Filled with anger, Dhruv grabs the man by the collar and presses his gun to his head.
He says, "Take off the raincoat hood."
Dhruv points the gun at him and says,
"I knew it. I knew you had something to do with these cases. You wanted to see darkness, right? Come on, I'll show you darkness - in jail."
The man smiles slightly, calmly removes Dhruv's hand from his collar, and lowers it.
He says,
"Look, Dhruv sir... cases aren't solved with anger. Show anger where it's actually needed."
Then he lightly licks his lips with his tongue and says,
"Right now, you have no proof. When you do, come and arrest me. Because you and I... we'll be meeting again."
Dhruv replies,
"The day I find proof... will be your last day."
Scene Shift - The Public
The scene shifts back to the public, and we notice that the creepy group of people from earlier - the ones standing in the back - are no longer there.
The man in the raincoat, who was just face-to-face with Dhruv, calmly steps away from him and walks off in the same direction the group disappeared into.
Dhruv doesn't pay much attention to this - his focus is still on the crime scene. He walks back to the center and speaks loudly to the gathered crowd:
"If anyone knows anything about this - anything at all - step forward now. Today it's them... tomorrow, it could be your family. Or you."
But the crowd remains completely silent. No one says a word.
Just then, Dhruv's phone rings.
He checks the screen - it's Minister Durjan Singh.
Durjan speaks urgently:
"Dhruv, wherever you are, come to my farmhouse immediately. As fast as you can."
Scene Shift - Durjan Singh's Farmhouse
We shift to another scene - Minister Durjan Singh is standing in the outer area of a party at his farmhouse. The place is crowded with people - high-profile guests, well-known faces from the city.
But in the garden nearby, something is wrong.
There, in a freshly dug patch of earth, lies a dead body - brutally murdered and dumped.
As the camera closes in, we finally see the victim's face.
It's Officer Raja - the same officer who had gone missing since morning.
Scene: Durjan Singh's Farmhouse - Moments Later
A short while later, Inspector Dhruv arrives at the farmhouse. He walks past Minister Durjan Singh without saying a word and heads straight toward the pit where the body had been found.
As he reaches the edge and looks down, his eyes narrow - it's Raja.
He's been brutally murdered, and the way he's been dumped sends a chill through Dhruv.
Turning to his team, Dhruv says firmly,
"Check the entire area. Look for any evidence. Anything."
Then he walks back toward the Minister.
Before speaking, Dhruv gives an order to his officers:
"Seal all the exits. Close the gates. No one enters or leaves this farmhouse until further notice."
Just then, another officer calls out:
"Sir! Over here!"
Dhruv rushes over.
Lying in the grass, hidden near the garden, is a knife.
He puts on gloves and picks it up.
It's the same knife - the one with the "K" logo and Baphomet symbol - the same weapon used in the previous murders.
He pockets it carefully, then steps forward and addresses the gathered crowd:
"I don't believe Raja was killed and buried here without a reason. Someone brought him here... someone wanted this body hidden on this property. Someone among you knows more than they're saying."
He walks up to Minister Durjan Singh, looks him directly in the eye and asks,
"What do you have to say about this, Minister?"
Durjan scoffs and says,
"So just because the body was found here, that means I killed him? Dhruv, what nonsense are you talking?"
Dhruv doesn't flinch.
"A police officer is dead. This isn't some political game. This is your farmhouse, not a circus ground."
The Minister's tone hardens.
"Lower your voice, Dhruv. Do your job. Investigate, that's why I called you. Don't act smart with me."
Frustrated and boiling inside, Dhruv walks away.
He gets into his SUV with his team. As they drive out, Dhruv mutters to his officers:
"Because of these ministers, our hands are always tied. Sometimes I just feel like killing him myself."
With that, the car disappears down the road - headed back to the police station
Scene: Inside Durjan Singh's Farmhouse - A Closed-Door Meeting
Durjan Singh sits with a few of his most trusted men in a private room of the farmhouse. The atmosphere is heavy, silent, and tense. Everyone looks shaken, but no one speaks until the minister finally breaks the silence.
Durjan looks at them grimly and says,
"Do you see what's happening? He killed our own man. The one we made... the one we put in place."
(He's referring to his boss - a figure only he and a few close aides know.)
"And now, because of him... we're the ones living in fear."
He leans forward slightly.
"Raja's only mistake was asking for girls. He delivered them... but when the girls created a scene, he was killed too. Just like that. No hesitation. And now he's openly challenging the police."
He pauses.
"Today it was Raja. Tomorrow, if any of us slip up... he'll kill us too."
Everyone stays silent.
Then, one of the men speaks up, carefully watching Durjan's face:
"Mantri JI... he's gone beyond control. He's reached a level where even you, sitting on this chair of power, can't touch him. You know that."
Durjan's eyes flare for a second. Then he speaks, calm but deadly:
"I didn't reach this chair by luck. I've sat on this minister's throne for years - I built the foundation of his empire myself. And I also know exactly how to bring that empire down in flames."
He leans back in his chair, crosses one leg over the other in arrogant ease, and lights his chillum, taking a slow drag.
Smoke fills the room... and silence returns.
But tension now hangs heavier than before.
Scene: A Quiet Street, Away from the Crime Scene
On the other side of the city, we see the same group of people who were present at the earlier crime scenes. They've stopped at a deserted spot, away from the crowds and police presence.
This time, their faces are uncovered - no scarves, no cloths hiding their identity. These are the same men who earlier had their faces covered while standing at the scene of the crime. Now, they stand in the open, relaxed... almost like nothing ever happened.
A short distance away, hidden in the shadows, is the man in the raincoat - the same one Inspector Dhruv had confronted at the crime scene earlier.
He stands still, silently watching the group.
Then, his eyes lock onto one face in particular.
He recognizes it.
It's the tea stall owner - the same man who had been present near the location of the murder the previous evening. No one had paid him much attention then, but now it's clear: he was part of this group all along.
The raincoat man watches closely as the group slowly disbands - each member walking off in a different direction.
As they separate, the raincoat man begins following the tea stall owner, quietly, carefully, maintaining distance.
He doesn't rush. He just watches... and follows.
Something about that man - something he saw or knows - has caught his attention.
Scene: Isolated Alley - Moments Later
After trailing the tea stall owner through narrow lanes and quiet turns, the raincoat man finally sees his chance. They've reached a deserted area - no bystanders, no noise.
Without hesitation, he rushes forward, and in a swift move, he grabs the tea stall owner from behind, locking his arm tightly around his neck.
In a cold, firm voice, he growls:
"Enough of this hide-and-seek. It's time the truth came out.
Tell me - what do you know about these murders?"
The tea seller struggles but doesn't seem afraid. With a twisted grin, he replies:
"You can try whatever you want... you won't learn anything."
He lets out a low chuckle and adds,
"Our people are everywhere.
How many will you stop? What exactly do you think you can change?"
The raincoat man's expression hardens.
Without wasting another second, he tightens his grip and drags the man away, disappearing into the shadows - taking him to a place where no one can hear the screams
Scene: Rudra's Safehouse - Moments Later
Rudra - the man in the raincoat - drags the tea stall owner through the narrow lanes until they reach a quiet, walled property. There's a small gate in front, and just beyond it, a modest garden-like space outside the house.
As Rudra opens the gate and steps in, his eyes land on something - and he freezes.
His grip on the tea seller tightens slightly, instincts immediately kicking in.
Sitting casually in a chair right there in the garden, is Inspector Dhruv.
A cigarette rests between Dhruv's lips, and in his lap, he's calmly cleaning his gun.
Without looking up, Dhruv speaks:
"Come on in, Rudra. You must be tired after doing so much... investigation."
Rudra, still holding the tea stall owner by the neck, doesn't say a word.
But then something strange happens.
The tea stall owner, despite being in Rudra's grip, smirks when he sees Dhruv.
And then - Dhruv smirks back.
Their eyes meet
A beat passes.
Then Dhruv rises slowly from his chair, flicks ash from his cigarette, and - in one fluid motion - points his gun straight at Rudra.
The entire mood shifts in a second.
The silence becomes sharp... cold.
To be continued...
"Inspector Dhruv has been on the hunt since evening, trying to
solve the child's death. To silence these girls... we'll have to dig four graves."
The Minister leans in closer, his smile now darker, eyes narrowed. He whispers into Raja's ear:
"Then dig one more, Raja... for that Inspector Dhruv of yours."
They both burst into a low, wicked laugh, the kind that doesn't reach the eyes - just cold satisfaction shared between two men drowning in power and darkness
At 2 AM, the scene shifts to where we see the same man who had been drinking tea at the crime scene earlier that evening, the place where Inspector Dhruv was also present. The man is now shirtless, his back marked with bruises and wounds. Torn pieces of
newspaper are stuck to his wall, as if he has been obsessively trying to solve some mystery for a long time.
We see him shouting loudly and crying uncontrollably. He slams his hands down on the table in front of him and says,
"This is my fault. Everything that happened, it's because of me."
He then starts cursing himself bitterly, as if he believes he has committed some grave crime. Placing both hands over his eyes,
tears stream down his face as he says, "This sacrifice will not be in vain
The clock strikes 2 AM. Back at the party in the remote farmhouse, Raja sits beside the Minister, both sipping alcohols. Laughter and music echo around them, but in the background, four young girls
are being forcibly dragged inside by uniformed officers. The girls are screaming, crying, and resisting, but no one at the party seems to care.
Moments pass. Then, suddenly, the music cuts out.
From inside the farmhouse, the same four girls are seen being brought back out. Their bodies limp, their faces pale - they're
alive, but completely unconscious, likely drugged. They're not dead
- just broken, silent.
The Minister, swirling his drink lazily, turns his head slightly and tells Raja,
"Bury the bodies."
Raja walks over to the girls, bends slightly to inspect one of them, then looks back at the Minister with a cold smirk and says,
"They're all alive, Minister Ji. Looks like they've got longer lives written in their fate."
The Minister barely has time to react when his phone rings. CUT TO:
On the other end of the call, we see a hand - the skin pale, marked with bite scars and a tattoo of Baphomet. The man wears a black coat, and his voice is deep, commanding, and unsettling.
Caller (coldly):
"Listen, Minister... You know I can't stand noise. If this happens again - I'll bury you with your chair, in the seventh grave."
The Minister, now trembling slightly, responds in a shaken voice: "Forgive me... it won't happen again. I swear... it won't."
He doesn't dare speak the caller's name.
The voice replies without emotion:
"Those girls - they're still breathing. Put them in a police vehicle. No one touches that car. Once they're loaded... I'll take care of the rest."
The call ends.
The Minister lowers the phone slowly, beads of sweat on his
forehead, and looks out toward the police vehicle as officers begin to follow the order - loading the unconscious but alive girls into
the back of a police van.
The party, though still surrounded by people.
Late night. The party is over. The rich and powerful have left, and the farmhouse has grown quiet.
Raja stands with the Minister near the gate. The Minister speaks, his tone sharp and urgent:
"You know how much he hates noise, don't you, Raja? Don't mess this up. You'll get us both buried."
Raja, unfazed, smirks and replies coldly:
"Don't worry, Minister ji. Your Raja will handle everything. Just keep your promise. That chair better be mine when this is over."
They both laugh-a dark, twisted laugh-and part ways.
Sometime later, the scene shifts.
Raja and his officers walk toward the police van parked near the edge of the farmhouse property.
As they open the back doors, expecting silence...
They freeze for a moment.
The van is empty.
The four girls, who had been thrown inside earlier-gone. Raja stares inside, then lets out a low, rough laugh.
Without a trace of concern, he mutters to his men, "Let's go. Our work here is done."
His voice is cold.
Detached.
Like nothing ever happened.
They shut the van doors and walk into the darkness.
Time: 8:00 AM | Location: Navdeep Chowk
It was 8 AM. Inspector Dhruv received a call from an unknown number.
He answered it immediately.
"Hello?"
The voice on the other end was anxious and shaky.
"Sir! Please come quickly! Something terrible has happened at Navdeep Chowk!"
Without a second of hesitation, Dhruv picked up his service pistol, grabbed his keys, and rushed out. He started his SUV and headed straight to the location.
Scene: Navdeep Chowk - Crime Scene
When Dhruv reached the scene, the area was crowded. Police officers were struggling to hold back curious and horrified citizens. People stood silently, their faces covered, eyes filled with fear and disbelief.
Dhruv made his way to the center of the crowd.
There, lying in the open, were the bodies of four young girls.
Blood covered the ground. The girls' faces were hidden, but the brutality was obvious. The way they had been dumped publicly made it clear: this was not just a murder - it was a message.
No one knew who the girls were.
Scene Shift: Minister Durjan Singh's Residence
Meanwhile, inside a lavish mansion far from the chaos, Minister Durjan Singh sat sipping his morning tea.
Suddenly, his phone rang.
It was a call from someone near Navdeep Chowk.
He answered.
"Yes?"
The voice on the other end sounded shaken.
"Sir, please turn on the news. Something serious has happened at the Chowk."
Durjan hung up and turned on the television. What he saw made his hands tremble.
"Breaking News: Four unidentified girls found murdered at Navdeep Chowk."
The minister's body went cold.
He was afraid. Shivering.
He immediately called Officer Raja
But Raja didn't pick up.
The minister tried again. Still no answer.
Frustrated, he called another officer - Khalid.
Khalid answered.
The minister asked,
"Where is Raja? Why isn't he picking up my call?"
Khalid replied,
"Sir... Raja hasn't come to the office yet. He's not answering his phone either."
The minister snapped,
"If he comes, tell him to call me."
Without another word, he walked into the washroom.
He splashed cold water on his face, looked into the mirror - and froze.
He kept staring at his own reflection.
Silent.
Haunted.
Top of Form
Just then, we see the police questioning everyone at the scene. Inspector Dhruv looks deeply stressed. The crowd is tense - people are scared, because this is the second murder in the city in recent days.
We notice that even some of Dhruv's own officers appear disturbed. Their faces show fear, confusion, and worry - as if they're hiding something or sensing something bigger.
In the background, a group of 7 to 8 men stands silently, faces partially covered. There's no expression on their faces - no panic, no sadness - just a cold stillness. They look like they know each other, possibly a group of friends. Their body language is calm... too calm.
Dhruv turns to one of the officers and asks,
"Did you find anything?"
The officer replies,
"Yes, sir. We found a knife."
Dhruv puts on gloves and examines the weapon. The moment he looks at it, he recognizes it instantly - it's the same knife used in the child murder case from last night.
On the handle of the knife is engraved a "K" logo - alongside a strange Baphomet symbol.
Dhruv steps back slightly. He places both hands on his waist, lowers one foot gently to the ground, tapping it slowly as he stares into the distance - deep in thought.
Just then, we see a man standing a little distance away from where the incident took place. He's wearing a raincoat, and light rain has now begun to fall over the area.
By now, the bodies have been moved for post-mortem examination.
Inspector Dhruv's eyes suddenly lock onto the man in the raincoat. There's something familiar about him - his posture, his presence. Dhruv stares harder. He feels like he recognizes him from somewhere.
Meanwhile, in the background, that mysterious group of people - the same 7 to 8 men from earlier - is still standing silently.
But now, some of them are smiling quietly to themselves - not laughing, just slight, unsettling smirks. No one else around them seems to notice. No one knows who they are. No one even questions their presence.
Their existence at the crime scene goes unnoticed... but something about them isn't right.
Then we see Dhruv running, pulling his gun from his pocket, pushing the public aside as he heads toward the man. He moves closer and closer to that person. Filled with anger, Dhruv grabs the man by the collar and presses his gun to his head.
He says, "Take off the raincoat hood."
Dhruv points the gun at him and says,
"I knew it. I knew you had something to do with these cases. You wanted to see darkness, right? Come on, I'll show you darkness - in jail."
The man smiles slightly, calmly removes Dhruv's hand from his collar, and lowers it.
He says,
"Look, Dhruv sir... cases aren't solved with anger. Show anger where it's actually needed."
Then he lightly licks his lips with his tongue and says,
"Right now, you have no proof. When you do, come and arrest me. Because you and I... we'll be meeting again."
Dhruv replies,
"The day I find proof... will be your last day."
Scene Shift - The Public
The scene shifts back to the public, and we notice that the creepy group of people from earlier - the ones standing in the back - are no longer there.
The man in the raincoat, who was just face-to-face with Dhruv, calmly steps away from him and walks off in the same direction the group disappeared into.
Dhruv doesn't pay much attention to this - his focus is still on the crime scene. He walks back to the center and speaks loudly to the gathered crowd:
"If anyone knows anything about this - anything at all - step forward now. Today it's them... tomorrow, it could be your family. Or you."
But the crowd remains completely silent. No one says a word.
Just then, Dhruv's phone rings.
He checks the screen - it's Minister Durjan Singh.
Durjan speaks urgently:
"Dhruv, wherever you are, come to my farmhouse immediately. As fast as you can."
Scene Shift - Durjan Singh's Farmhouse
We shift to another scene - Minister Durjan Singh is standing in the outer area of a party at his farmhouse. The place is crowded with people - high-profile guests, well-known faces from the city.
But in the garden nearby, something is wrong.
There, in a freshly dug patch of earth, lies a dead body - brutally murdered and dumped.
As the camera closes in, we finally see the victim's face.
It's Officer Raja - the same officer who had gone missing since morning.
Scene: Durjan Singh's Farmhouse - Moments Later
A short while later, Inspector Dhruv arrives at the farmhouse. He walks past Minister Durjan Singh without saying a word and heads straight toward the pit where the body had been found.
As he reaches the edge and looks down, his eyes narrow - it's Raja.
He's been brutally murdered, and the way he's been dumped sends a chill through Dhruv.
Turning to his team, Dhruv says firmly,
"Check the entire area. Look for any evidence. Anything."
Then he walks back toward the Minister.
Before speaking, Dhruv gives an order to his officers:
"Seal all the exits. Close the gates. No one enters or leaves this farmhouse until further notice."
Just then, another officer calls out:
"Sir! Over here!"
Dhruv rushes over.
Lying in the grass, hidden near the garden, is a knife.
He puts on gloves and picks it up.
It's the same knife - the one with the "K" logo and Baphomet symbol - the same weapon used in the previous murders.
He pockets it carefully, then steps forward and addresses the gathered crowd:
"I don't believe Raja was killed and buried here without a reason. Someone brought him here... someone wanted this body hidden on this property. Someone among you knows more than they're saying."
He walks up to Minister Durjan Singh, looks him directly in the eye and asks,
"What do you have to say about this, Minister?"
Durjan scoffs and says,
"So just because the body was found here, that means I killed him? Dhruv, what nonsense are you talking?"
Dhruv doesn't flinch.
"A police officer is dead. This isn't some political game. This is your farmhouse, not a circus ground."
The Minister's tone hardens.
"Lower your voice, Dhruv. Do your job. Investigate, that's why I called you. Don't act smart with me."
Frustrated and boiling inside, Dhruv walks away.
He gets into his SUV with his team. As they drive out, Dhruv mutters to his officers:
"Because of these ministers, our hands are always tied. Sometimes I just feel like killing him myself."
With that, the car disappears down the road - headed back to the police station
Scene: Inside Durjan Singh's Farmhouse - A Closed-Door Meeting
Durjan Singh sits with a few of his most trusted men in a private room of the farmhouse. The atmosphere is heavy, silent, and tense. Everyone looks shaken, but no one speaks until the minister finally breaks the silence.
Durjan looks at them grimly and says,
"Do you see what's happening? He killed our own man. The one we made... the one we put in place."
(He's referring to his boss - a figure only he and a few close aides know.)
"And now, because of him... we're the ones living in fear."
He leans forward slightly.
"Raja's only mistake was asking for girls. He delivered them... but when the girls created a scene, he was killed too. Just like that. No hesitation. And now he's openly challenging the police."
He pauses.
"Today it was Raja. Tomorrow, if any of us slip up... he'll kill us too."
Everyone stays silent.
Then, one of the men speaks up, carefully watching Durjan's face:
"Mantri JI... he's gone beyond control. He's reached a level where even you, sitting on this chair of power, can't touch him. You know that."
Durjan's eyes flare for a second. Then he speaks, calm but deadly:
"I didn't reach this chair by luck. I've sat on this minister's throne for years - I built the foundation of his empire myself. And I also know exactly how to bring that empire down in flames."
He leans back in his chair, crosses one leg over the other in arrogant ease, and lights his chillum, taking a slow drag.
Smoke fills the room... and silence returns.
But tension now hangs heavier than before.
Scene: A Quiet Street, Away from the Crime Scene
On the other side of the city, we see the same group of people who were present at the earlier crime scenes. They've stopped at a deserted spot, away from the crowds and police presence.
This time, their faces are uncovered - no scarves, no cloths hiding their identity. These are the same men who earlier had their faces covered while standing at the scene of the crime. Now, they stand in the open, relaxed... almost like nothing ever happened.
A short distance away, hidden in the shadows, is the man in the raincoat - the same one Inspector Dhruv had confronted at the crime scene earlier.
He stands still, silently watching the group.
Then, his eyes lock onto one face in particular.
He recognizes it.
It's the tea stall owner - the same man who had been present near the location of the murder the previous evening. No one had paid him much attention then, but now it's clear: he was part of this group all along.
The raincoat man watches closely as the group slowly disbands - each member walking off in a different direction.
As they separate, the raincoat man begins following the tea stall owner, quietly, carefully, maintaining distance.
He doesn't rush. He just watches... and follows.
Something about that man - something he saw or knows - has caught his attention.
Scene: Isolated Alley - Moments Later
After trailing the tea stall owner through narrow lanes and quiet turns, the raincoat man finally sees his chance. They've reached a deserted area - no bystanders, no noise.
Without hesitation, he rushes forward, and in a swift move, he grabs the tea stall owner from behind, locking his arm tightly around his neck.
In a cold, firm voice, he growls:
"Enough of this hide-and-seek. It's time the truth came out.
Tell me - what do you know about these murders?"
The tea seller struggles but doesn't seem afraid. With a twisted grin, he replies:
"You can try whatever you want... you won't learn anything."
He lets out a low chuckle and adds,
"Our people are everywhere.
How many will you stop? What exactly do you think you can change?"
The raincoat man's expression hardens.
Without wasting another second, he tightens his grip and drags the man away, disappearing into the shadows - taking him to a place where no one can hear the screams
Scene: Rudra's Safehouse - Moments Later
Rudra - the man in the raincoat - drags the tea stall owner through the narrow lanes until they reach a quiet, walled property. There's a small gate in front, and just beyond it, a modest garden-like space outside the house.
As Rudra opens the gate and steps in, his eyes land on something - and he freezes.
His grip on the tea seller tightens slightly, instincts immediately kicking in.
Sitting casually in a chair right there in the garden, is Inspector Dhruv.
A cigarette rests between Dhruv's lips, and in his lap, he's calmly cleaning his gun.
Without looking up, Dhruv speaks:
"Come on in, Rudra. You must be tired after doing so much... investigation."
Rudra, still holding the tea stall owner by the neck, doesn't say a word.
But then something strange happens.
The tea stall owner, despite being in Rudra's grip, smirks when he sees Dhruv.
And then - Dhruv smirks back.
Their eyes meet
A beat passes.
Then Dhruv rises slowly from his chair, flicks ash from his cigarette, and - in one fluid motion - points his gun straight at Rudra.
The entire mood shifts in a second.
The silence becomes sharp... cold.
To be continued...
