Location: The Underpitch – WCL Reclamation Arena
Three weeks after the fall of the Syndicate, WCL was reborn—publicly.
Aaravi stood at the center of a chrome-lit coliseum: thousands chanting her name, investors clawing to buy in, cameras worshipping her silhouette. The Underpitch was her gift to Mumbai. Clean cricket. Transparent rules.
But underground?
Nothing had changed.
Match-fixing was just branded better. The shadows were sleeker. The blood was now a signature scent.
She was both goddess and dealer.
"Tonight," she declared, "WCL returns to you."
The crowd roared. Fireworks exploded.
And behind her—Vivaan stood, silent, scanning every face.
Because someone was missing.
Mehul.
Location: Vivaan's Apartment — 2:11 AM
He returned to his apartment exhausted, mind racing.
The photo of Karma still haunted him—every line of her cheekbone, every flicker in her eye… It was her. But colder. Still. Empty.
He poured whiskey. Walked into the bedroom.
And froze.
Aaravi was waiting. Draped in a crimson silk robe. Her hair wet. Lips painted that signature scarlet.
"You're late," she said.
He stared. Something was… off.
"You sent Mehul to Varanasi. Why?" he asked.
Aaravi tilted her head. "Did I?"
He stepped closer, studying her face.
Her scent was the same.
Her eyes? Just slightly… vacant.
He kissed her. Desperate. Rough.
She kissed back—perfectly.
And yet—no pause. No teasing delay. No fingers tracing his jaw like she used to. No whisper of "Zor."
Just… mechanical heat.
He pulled back, unsettled.
"Say my name."
She smiled. "Vivaan."
Wrong.
She never used Vivaan in bed.
He reached for his drawer.
She stopped him.
A scalpel pressed against his neck.
"You doubt me?" she whispered.
He stared into her eyes—and saw nothing.
Just a reflection.
She leaned in, lips brushing his ear.
"I'm more real than she ever was."
Flashback — Project Karma Conditioning Lab
Karma stands before five screens, all playing Aaravi's past: boardroom dominance, WCL matches, whispered moans with Vivaan, war cries at Syndicate meets.
She mimics every gesture. Every tone.
One instructor panics.
"She's copying too fast. We can't—"
Karma breaks the man's wrist with one movement.
"Next question," she says, voice identical to Aaravi's.
Ria watches from the dark.
"She doesn't just imitate," she murmurs. "She consumes."
Location: Mehul's Kidnapping Footage – Veer's HQ
Veer watches grainy CCTV.
Mehul is pulled into a black van.
No markings. Just a faint red lipstick smear on the side-view mirror.
Veer zooms in.
Driver: female.
Profile: 95% match with Aaravi.
But Veer knows.
"That's not her," he growls.
Behind him, Aryan loads a pistol.
"She's in."
Location: WCL Boardroom – Two Days Later
Aaravi (the real one) sits alone, watching footage of herself kissing Vivaan from two nights ago.
Except… she wasn't there.
She was in Goa finalizing a broadcast deal.
Her hands tremble.
A single thought:
"Someone is inside my skin."
She grabs a knife. Cuts her palm.
Watches the blood run.
Then dials Veer.
"Activate whatever's left of KMV," she whispers.
"I need to hunt my own shadow."
Location: Karma's Hideout
Karma walks into the same room Aaravi once destroyed during her breakdown.
She closes her eyes. Places her hand on the wall where Aaravi carved "Zor."
Tears form.
But they don't fall.
Ria steps in behind her.
"You're not broken, are you?" she asks softly.
"No."
"Then why did you let him touch you?"
Karma answers flatly.
"Because I wanted to know what love tastes like."
Final Scene – Vivaan's Confession
Vivaan meets Aaravi on a helipad, dawn bleeding through clouds.
He looks shaken.
"I slept with her."
Aaravi doesn't blink.
"I know."
He stares. "You're not surprised?"
"No."
Her voice cracks—just once.
"She was made for you. Built from me. Designed to know what you want before you know it."
Vivaan falls to his knees.
"I couldn't tell the difference."
Aaravi whispers:
"You weren't supposed to."
She turns away.
And from the clouds below—a sniper locks on her head.
Cut to black.