[NEXT MORNING – DRIVING THROUGH THE CITY – 7:15 AM]
The early morning sun peeks through dense clouds. KRISH and SHREE sit in a fast-moving SUV, neither speaking for a long stretch. Streets are mostly empty.
KRISH (breaking the silence, worried)
How do you think we'll fight them?
At the company, we had maybe 20 or 30… this could be double that.
SHREE (calmly)
We're not fighting everyone.
We just follow their boss. Grab him when he's alone.
No unnecessary blood.
Krish nods, though uneasily. They turn the corner.*
[OUTSIDE WAREHOUSE 6 – 8:00 AM]
A bleak industrial stretch near the abandoned XYZ Mall. Smoke chimneys in the distance. Police vehicles surround the building. RAJ is outside, giving instructions to his team.
KRISH and SHREE step out of their vehicle and approach. Raj turns, surprised to see them.
RAJ
(eyeing them sharply)
What the hell are you two doing here?
KRISH (guiltily, but honest)
Raj… we know everything.
We found out what happened to Divya… and who was behind it.
The mob, the company leak, everything. We came to take him down.
RAJ (sighs in disappointment)
Too late.
Krish and Shree exchange a look.
SHREE
What do you mean?
RAJ
Follow me.
[INT. WAREHOUSE 6 – MOMENTS LATER]
RAJ leads them to the massive steel door of the warehouse. It's charred, dented. Blood trails visible even before entry.
He grabs the rusted lever. With a loud screech, the door groans open.
[INT. WAREHOUSE – SILENCE. HORROR.]
They step inside.
Darkness. Cold. And then—
The light hits the scene. Dozens of bodies hang from metal hooks, skinned and dismembered, their blood dripping onto metal grates below. Like a butcher house. Some still twitch faintly — nerves reacting after death.
KRISH (horrified, stepping back)
Oh my god…
SHREE (clenched jaw, fists trembling)
This is… this is a slaughterhouse.
RAJ walks in slowly, not even trying to hide his disgust. His voice low.
RAJ
Last night… every single person inside was killed.
No gunshots. No signs of escape.
And their boss?
(he nods toward the back)
[INT. INNER OFFICE – WAREHOUSE 6]
A single chair. The mafia boss sits slumped, still tied. His head has been twisted completely around, facing backward. His eyes wide open. A look of utter terror on his face.
On the wall behind him… words written in blood:
"I was just a SERVANT. Serving before The 👑"
Silence. Krish, Shree, and Raj stare. Something far more terrifying is at play.
Blood still drips faintly from the hanging bodies. The silence hums. A thick smell of metal and rot lingers. KRISH stands frozen, eyes locked on the wall behind the last corpse. A blood-written message looms:
KRISH squints.
KRISH (murmuring)
Why is Servant capitalized… and King shown with just a symbol?
He repeats the message in his head. Theories spark inside him.
KRISH
"A throne waiting for the servant to become the king."
"Or a servant building the throne… for someone else?"
"Maybe a kingdom already run by the servant… in the absence of the king."
His phone buzzes sharply. The sound breaks his train of thought.
[CALL: RECEPTION – BHAIRAVA, Bengal branch]
KRISH (grabs phone, confused)
What? Why is the office calling? I'm on a week's leave.
He picks up, slowly walking away from Raj and Shree who are still investigating.
KRISH (on call)
Hello?
RECEPTIONIST (frantic)
Sir, sorry to disturb your leave—this is urgent. The Big Boss wants to see you. Now.
KRISH (surprised)
What? Why?
RECEPTIONIST
He didn't say. Just that it's non-negotiable. Please come as soon as you can.
KRISH (long pause)
…Tell him I'll be there in an hour.
He hangs up, still staring at the cryptic message. His eyes shift between the blood on the wall and the darkened sky outside the warehouse's broken windows. Then he turns to SHREE and RAJ.
KRISH
I need to go. The boss called me in.
SHREE
You sure you're okay going alone?
KRISH (nods, distracted)
Yeah… I just need answers. Maybe I'll get some there.
He looks back at the blood-written message one last time. Then leaves silently.
[EXT. WAREHOUSE – EARLY MORNING]
Krish steps out of the warehouse, still haunted by the blood-written message on the wall. His phone call with the receptionist replays in his head.
KRISH (to Shree and Raj)
I need to go. The boss called me in… I'll keep you updated.
[INT. KRISH'S HOUSE – MORNING, 7:30 AM]
Krish unlocks the door slowly and walks in. A gentle ray of sunlight hits the floor through the curtain gap.
He walks into the living room. There, on the couch, is his grandmother, asleep with a shawl halffallen from her shoulders. Her breathing is steady.
Krish stops. Watches her in silence. His tense chest loosens a bit.
KRISH (softly, to himself)
Still safe… Thank god.
He carefully picks up the shawl and places it back on her. Then, after a long sigh of relief…
[INT. BATHROOM – CONTINUOUS]
Water runs. Steam fills the mirror. Krish stands beneath the shower, head leaning against the tile, letting the water wash away the blood, dirt, and questions.
[INT. KRISH'S ROOM – MOMENTS LATER]
Krish opens his wardrobe. Slowly picks out a dark suit. Crisp shirt. Neatly ties his tie while looking into the mirror.
He adjusts it. Looks himself
[INT. BHAIRAVA CORPORATION – TOP FLOOR – BOSS'S OFFICE – 10:15 AM]
KRISH steps inside the elegant, dimly lit office. Massive windows stretch behind the Boss's silhouette, who sits with perfect posture at a minimalist desk of dark mahogany.
BOSS
(glancing at his watch)
Nine minutes late.
KRISH
I apologize, sir. It won't happen again.
BOSS
I know why you're late. I also know you're usually not the type to be.
Krish stands straight, slightly puzzled but silent.
BOSS
Krish. Age: 25.
Top-tier graduate. Solved company logistics issues within your first two months.
Humble. Quiet. Carries the burden of others without letting it show.
Lives with his grandmother. Lost both parents… in a car accident, right?
KRISH (surprised)
Yes, sir… but… how do you know all this?
BOSS (calmly)
I'm the owner of Bhairava Group.
You think I don't run background checks on those I find… interesting?
Krish, still puzzled, slowly nods.
KRISH
I understand, sir. But I believe there might be a mistake. I'm not a branch operator.
BOSS
Not yet.
But from today onward… I appoint you in charge of the entire Bengal branch.
Krish is stunned.
KRISH
Sir… I can't accept that.
The responsibility is too high, and… I have other obligations right now.
BOSS (leaning forward slightly)
Other obligations… like chasing shadows in warehouses?
Like diving into files with no names, no faces, and no logic?
Krish stiffens. He doesn't respond.
BOSS (with a small smile)
Krish, I'm not promoting you as a favor.
This branch… needs someone like you now. Someone not just competent… but curious.
Bengal is becoming dangerous. Things are shifting. Old systems are breaking.
We don't need yes-men. We need watchers.
KRISH (cautiously)
And what exactly… am I watching for?
BOSS (his smile fades)
You'll know.
But for now… consider this promotion not just a duty, but a test.
Of loyalty. Of character. Of fear.
Krish watches him, unsure whether this is a threat or a warning—or both.
KRISH
I'll think about it.
BOSS
You won't need to.
Your ID is already updated. Your team is waiting.
And the next piece… is already moving.
[INT. BHARAVA'S OFFICE - NIGHT] Krish exits the room, his face unreadable.
Inside, Bhairava watches him leave, then turns toward the glass wall, hands behind his back.
Bhairava (low tone): All the pieces are set. Now I just have to wait until the end.
A haunting yet powerful soundtrack begins to rise.
CUT TO BLACK.
TEXT ON SCREEN: INTERVAL
[INT. POLICE STATION - NIGHT]
Raj: Found Shankar. He's been going around the state campaigning for the upcoming CM elections. Mayor is aiming for that seat.
Shree (cutting in): If we want to dig further, we need to catch Shankar off guard.
They both leaves to prepare themselves.
Scene Morning — Outside Police Station, Kolkata
Visuals:
A grey, overcast morning.
Raj steps out of the police station, holding a coffee, eyes weary but determined.
Krish and Shree are waiting near the parking lot, leaning against a car.
They approach him.
Shree (stepping forward, a bit urgent):
Raj, we're heading to 24 Parganas. Shankar's gonna be there campaigning. This might be our shot.
Krish (calmer but firm):
We need you with us. Just in case things go sideways. You're the only one who can protect us legally… and morally.
Raj looks at both of them—torn.
He sips his coffee, glancing at the cloudy sky like it's weighing on him.
Raj (quietly):
Last night… was my daughter's birthday.
(Smiles faintly) I missed the party. Got home past midnight. She was asleep, wearing a tiara.
(Beat)
I kissed her goodnight, knowing one day… she might grow up asking why her father chased justice more than smiles.
Shree (softly):
We understand, man. But—
Raj (cutting in, voice sharp but not angry):
No. You don't.
I've got blood on one side of my hands and her tiny fingers on the other.
If I go to 24 Parganas with you, I risk not just my badge—but the only thing I haven't failed yet.
Krish (nodding in quiet understanding):
So… is this a "no"?
Raj (firmly):
It's a not yet.
If you find something solid… something unquestionable…
Bring it to me. I'll be there. I'll fight with you. But not now. Not when things are still shadows and suspicion.
(Beat)
Not when I have a daughter waiting to smile at me again.
They exchange looks.
Shree clenches his jaw, disappointed but respectful.
Krish offers a handshake.
Krish:
Be safe, officer. And… thank you—for being the man we sometimes forget to be.
Raj:
Just make sure you come back alive.
🎵 Subtle score:
A blend of emotional strings and a slow ticking beat—symbolizing time slipping away on all sides.
This scene:
Shows Raj's emotional core as a family man.
Sets up stakes and delay, allowing Krish and Shree to go alone and build suspense.
Adds respect and trust between the trio, even when paths diverge.
[Visuals: The moment after Raj declines to join them]
Krish and Shree silently exchange glances.
No frustration—just understanding and a heavy silence.
Shree (after a pause, quietly):
He's right, you know.
Krish (softly):
Yeah. But it doesn't make it any easier.
They both nod at Raj one last time.
Raj offers a small, solemn salute—a silent message: Stay alive.
🎵 Background Score Begins
Low ambient synths, with a melancholic string layer slowly rising.
Visual Cut:
Shree and Krish walk away, slowly, the camera pulling back as they move toward their car.
Rain starts to drizzle — not heavy, just a mist that glazes the streets.
Shree opens the car door but doesn't enter.
He turns and looks back—Raj's silhouette now blurred by the light mist.
Shree (quietly, to himself):
You carry a family.
We carry ghosts.
Krish (overhearing, leaning against the car):
Let's not add to them today.
They both get in the car.
Visual Montage Begins:
Windshield wipers beat slowly as they drive out of Kolkata.
The city shifts—from urban grey to rural stretches.
Billboards of Mayor Jai Singh with his folded hands line the roads: "Kolkata today, Bengal tomorrow."
📍 Cut to: Raj standing still
Watching the car disappear. His phone buzzes.
A new crime report.
He sighs, turns, and walks back into the station.
Final Shot of This Sequence:
A close-up of the rearview mirror inside Shree's car:
A rain droplet slides across the mirror—
Reflecting Krish's face, half-shadowed by the storm ahead.
[EXT. 24 PARGANAS - DAY]
Crowds gather peacefully. Posters of Mayor Jai Singh flood the streets.
Shankar (on mic): Citizens of 24 Parganas, we are proud Kolkatans and followers of Mayor Jai Singh. He wants to make all of Bengal like Kolkata. Low crime rate. High employment. Ideal infrastructure. A future to believe in.
Applause rises as Shankar waves.
[EXT. ALLEYWAY - DAY]
Two tailing operatives from Kolkata—plain-clothed, sharp eyes—have been following him since morning.
Operative 1: This guy's been all smiles and clean speeches. He's like a damn saint.
Operative 2: Except we have this. (holds up phone showing parking area footage)
Operative 1: But we need more than a photo. We need dirt.
As the day fades into evening, Shankar steps away from the crowd and heads toward a nearby abandoned warehouse alone.
Operative 2 (alerted): He's moving solo.
They tail him quietly until Shree suddenly appears from a blind spot—too impatient to wait.
Shree (shouting): SHANKAR!
Shankar turns just as Shree throws a heavy punch across his face.
THWACK!
Shankar collapses onto the dusty ground, unconscious.
[EXT. WAREHOUSE BACKROOM - NIGHT]
Shree and the operatives drag him inside and tie him to a chair.
Operative 1: That was a damn showstopper punch.
Shree (cold): No time for praise. We need answers. Now.
[Shankar's eyes flutter open, blood on his lip, confused and furious.]
Shankar: You're making a big mistake.
Shree: The only mistake was letting you breathe this long.
Krish (walking in from shadows): We only want the truth.
Shankar (smirking despite pain): You can't handle the truth. You're fighting ghosts. You don't know how far the Mayor's reach goes.
Raj (quietly, behind him): Then show us. Let's see how deep this nightmare really runs.
Shankar (laughs quietly, then goes still): Then listen closely... because after this, you're part of the game.
[Silence. The sound of distant thunder.]
Shankar sits tied to a chair. His lip bleeding from Shree's punch, but he still smiles confidently. The dim single bulb swings, casting eerie shadows.
SHANKAR (grinning):
You think you're smart, huh? You don't even know what you're up against.
KRISH (sternly):
What are you talking about? What's the actual plan?
SHANKAR (leans forward):
The plan is simple… expansion. The Mayor wants to cleanse Bengal on the surface — pretty buildings, fake jobs, polished speeches. While I… I build the real empire underneath.
RAJ (furious):
You mean underworld expansion?
SHANKAR (laughs):
Exactly. Drugs, trafficking, blackmail, assassinations. You think peace comes without control? He gives the people dreams… I control their nightmares.
KRISH (tense):
Disguise everything? What do you mean by that?
SHANKAR (mocking):
Oh, those poor boys and girls looking for jobs? They think they're going to start fresh. We give them papers, IDs, hope… and then we break them. Women? Sold to the thirsty devils in high society. Men? Used for blood work. Some don't last a week.
SHREE (gritting teeth):
And the salaries? The banking?
SHANKAR:
(chuckles) You're adorable. We send money — through voice-modulated scams. The ones who call their families? We fake their voices. Fool the banks. We give ₹10,000, and earn ₹1,00,000. Neat system, no?
SHREE (raging):
You're sick—
He swings a punch, knocking Shankar's head sideways. Blood trickles from his mouth… but that grin stays.
SHREE (breathing heavily):
Why are you telling us this? Why now?
SHANKAR (smiling wide, bloody teeth showing):
Because you're not leaving this room alive.
Suddenly —
CLANG!
FOOTSTEPS.
About 12 armed men rush in from behind secret compartments in the room — armed with iron rods, machetes, knives. Their masks are eerie — all painted red.
KRISH (alert, backing away):
Shree…
SHREE:
I see them.
SHANKAR (maniacally laughing):
The Mayor doesn't even care if I kill you… he won't stop me either. You're standing in the kingdom of shadows now, boys. Welcome to my Bengal.
All three ready themselves. The camera circles them from below as the red-masked gang creeps in from every side. The sound dims, heartbeat pulsing.*
KRISH (low tone):
We don't die here.
SHREE (nods):
We end this.
[FIGHT SEQUENCE INITIATES — BRUTAL, RAW, INTENSE]
— Knives clashing
— Krish mimicking Shree's moves again, knocking two down
— Shree slamming heads against the wall
— Blood, broken glass, rage in their eyes
Final scene of the fight:
Shankar tries to escape through the back door.
KRISH (yells):
He's getting away!
He runs after him. Cut to chase scene in dark alleyways. Shankar bleeding, limping but laughing.
[EXT. BACK ALLEY – NIGHT]
Rain trickles down from a cloudy sky. Shankar limps down a narrow alleyway, laughing through bloodied teeth, thinking he's escaped.
SHANKAR (groaning, limping):
Ughhhh… Damn kids… Should've slit their throats.
Suddenly—
SCREEECH!!!
A car barrels into him from the side — not fast enough to kill, but brutal enough to knock him airborne. He crashes into the windshield.
SHANKAR (gasping):
Ughhhh…
The door opens slowly.
A man steps out — the same mysterious masked figure seen fleetingly in the prologue. Calm. Intentional. Leather gloves. Expression unreadable behind a clean matte-black mask.
SHANKAR (groaning, with a smirk):
Thanks, buddy… but you didn't need to hit me that hard.
The masked man doesn't respond. He pulls out a taser from under his coat.
ZZZTTTT!!!
SHANKAR:
Wait, wha— AARRGH!!
Shankar collapses, convulsing and then unconscious. The masked man drags his body into the backseat and drives away silently into the fog.
[INT. ABANDONED HOUSE – NIGHT]
Camera cuts back to the aftermath of the brutal fight.
KRISH and SHREE sit against the bloodstained wall, cuts and bruises marking their faces and arms. Blood drips, fists trembling. They're exhausted — physically and emotionally.
KRISH (panting):
He got away…
SHREE (furious, slams fist into the ground):
DAMN IT!
The sound echoes in the silence.
Shree groans and pulls out his phone.
SHREE:
Call the driver.
[INT. SHREE'S CAR – NIGHT]
Driving through the rain, Krish holds a towel against his shoulder wound. In the front seat, the elderly driver — calm, sharp-eyed, wearing a Nehru cap — glances at Shree through the rearview mirror.
DRIVER (concerned):
Does your father know about all this, beta?
SHREE (quiet):
No.
DRIVER:
You want me to call him? Or call the backup?
SHREE (firmly):
No, kaka. If the heir to the company can't handle his own battles…
Then I don't deserve to lead it.
The driver stares for a beat. Then nods with a soft smile.
DRIVER:
Good. That's the fire I saw in your father… and now in you.
[INT. SHREE'S MANSION – NIGHT]
A private doctor treats Krish and Shree's wounds in a study room. Both lie on armchairs. Bruised but alive.
[INT. MAYOR JAI SINGH'S RESIDENCE – NIGHT]
A luxurious but dimly lit drawing room. Classical music plays on a gramophone in the background. The mayor, still in a crisp white kurta, listens to someone on the phone.
VOICE (V.O.):
Sir… It was an ambush. Shankar… he's been taken.
The mayor's face changes. Cold fury replaces calm.
MAYOR (low):
Who. Took. Him.
VOICE:
We don't know, sir. Witnesses say he went off alone. There was… a masked man.
The mayor doesn't answer. Instead, he picks up the phone — and throws it violently across the room.
SMASH!
The phone explodes against the wall.
Silence.
He walks forward toward the balcony. Kolkata city lights shine far below. He turns to a man in a black suit standing silently.
MAYOR (cold):
Find him.
CBI HEAD (stoic):
Shankar?
MAYOR (voice rising):
Turn every slum, every building, every safehouse inside out if you must. I don't care what it takes. Even if it costs you your reputation as a CBI Director.
He turns sharply and stares him dead in the eye.
MAYOR (calm but menacing):
Because if you fail…
I will take your head myself.
CBI Head gulps slightly, then bows.
CBI HEAD:
Understood, Jai Singh-ji.
[MUSIC BUILDS – DARK STRINGS – FADES TO BLACK]
[INT. CBI HEADQUARTERS – DAY]
Multiple cameras flash. News reporters crowd the front row. National attention is on Kolkata.
CBI DIRECTOR (at podium, calm):
As of today, the Mayor's closest associate, Mr. Shankar Sharma, has been kidnapped… by the same masked man believed responsible for several extrajudicial murders.
A man with no face, no name, no origin.
We have… nothing.
He sighs heavily. Behind him, a large MAYOR JAI SINGH photo hangs on the wall.
CBI DIRECTOR (somber):
Our Mayor, Jai Singh, personally asks every citizen of Bengal—help us find his friend… or as he calls him, his brother.
[INT. NEWS CHANNEL – MONTAGE SEQUENCE]
A mix of anchor faces flood the screen. Public reactions start rolling in.
CITIZEN 1 (in interview):
He only kills criminals, no?
CITIZEN 2:
My cousin was trafficked 4 years ago… by men like Shankar. I say let the masked man finish what cops can't.
CITIZEN 3:
But this isn't justice! Who is he to decide who lives and dies?
CITIZEN 4:
Mayor Jai Singh is clean. Been clean for 20 years. Don't let this tear apart our city.
CITIZEN 5:
I used to support the Mayor… but now? Things don't add up.
[INT. SHREE'S LIVING ROOM – EVENING]
A dark, moody setup. TV flickers. Tension in the air. Krish and Shree sit silently, watching chaos erupt across news channels.
ANCHOR (TV):
…city now divides between trust in a beloved leader and fear… or support… of a faceless vigilante…
SHREE (gritting teeth, throws remote):
It's unraveling. All of it. He's throwing the city into chaos.
KRISH (serious):
We have to stop it—before someone else dies.
SHREE:
And how are we going to find someone who doesn't want to be found?
KRISH (eyes lighting up):
Think about it. He's not killing randomly.
He's following the same path we are.
Every lead we chase… he gets there before us.
SHREE:
So you're saying… he has the same target.
KRISH:
Exactly. He wants to kill them.
We just want to expose them.
Dark lighting, only one flickering ceiling bulb. Papers, laptop screens, and half-drunk coffee cups are scattered around the room. Raj, Krish, and Shree sit on opposite sides of the table—visibly exhausted, yet the tension is razor sharp.
Krish (calmly explaining):
So, we lay the trap… fake evidence, public statement, security detail… but—
Raj (cutting in):
But there's a problem.
Krish:
Go on.
Raj:
Why would he—the vigilante—fall into it? He already has Shankar. Everyone knows his style— slow, brutal, surgical. His message is fear. His calling card is pain.
Who knows how long he keeps them alive… torturing them… until the body gives up.
A beat of silence.
Krish (visibly disturbed):
So… even if we announce something, he won't care. He already has what he needs.
Shree (frustrated, pacing):
We still don't know why Divya killed herself.
The trip got cancelled. The marriage—broken.
Chetan left. No calls. No messages. He disappeared.
My own people tried to kill me!
Now this masked freak is snatching every thread we're trying to follow!
He slams his fist into the table.
Shree (quietly):
I even sent Julie to the U.S. just to keep her safe.
Krish's eyes squint. Brain working. Something's off.
Krish (quietly):
Wait… wait… wait…
Raj and Shree turn to him.
Shree:
What?
Krish (slowly, trying to process):
I thought… Chetan might've told you something. About Divya. Anything?
Shree (shaking his head):
I thought he told you.
They both turn to Raj.
Raj:
He never said a word to me. He left saying he was rejoining the army. I never heard from him again.
Krish stares at both of them. Then the pieces start falling into place in his head.
Krish (rising slowly):
No… no, no, no…
If none of us know… Then…
Raj (catching on):
You think he lied?
Krish:
Raj—call your contact in the military. Ask them if Chetan ever rejoined.
And Shree—call Shubhansh. I want Chetan's last known location. Track his number. Anything.
🎵 MUSIC RISES:
A tense, synthetic pulse begins to throb—like a heartbeat speeding up.
Raj immediately dials the military contact.
Raj:
This is Inspector Raj Sharma. I need confirmation—Chetan Rathore. Serial No. 12B-NGC, said he rejoined two months ago. Is he active?
Shree on his phone, barking orders to Shubhansh.
Shree:
Track Chetan's number. I don't care if it's off, I want its last known ping. Right now. Crossreference it with his travel logs, credit card activity, anything.
Krish leans back, eyes wide, breathing shallow. He whispers almost to himself:
Krish:
If he lied…
And he vanished the same night Divya died…
Then what the hell is Chetan really doing?
📸 QUICK CUT:
A flickering surveillance shot—masked man dragging an unconscious body across a dimly lit floor.
Shadowed face.
Camera glitch.
Static.
INT. KOLKATA – POLICE HQ / SHREE'S TECH DEN – NIGHT
Split screen of Raj on call with a Military Contact and Shree with his hacker friend Shubhansh.
Military Officer (over phone):
Negative. No recent enlistment under Chetan Rathore. Status: Discharged. Half a year ago. No reentry since.
Raj slowly lowers the phone, stunned.
Shubhansh (voice trembling):
Shree… I tracked Chetan's number. Last pinged a month ago from… an old residential address.
Shree (quietly):
Where?
Shubhansh:
Divya's apartment. It's still running—utilities active, internet logged in a week ago…
But no owner records. All rent paid in cash. The name on the file? "Arjun Malik." Fake.
🎬 EXT. KOLKATA STREETS – LATE NIGHT
The trio—Raj, Shree, Krish—walk silently down a dim. Lights flicker. Rain has just passed, leaving the air humid and street wet. Black clouds are still their. A sign of bigger storm
They stand in front of an old building.
Shree (low voice):
This is it.
A wave of familiarity hits them all. Painful nostalgia. Krish's hand hesitates at the rusted door handle.
Krish:
She used to smile from that balcony.
He pushes the door. It creaks open.
🎬 INT. DIVYA'S APARTMENT – NIGHT
The room is spotless yet lifeless. Empty walls. Curtains drawn. Only one thing catches their eye— a lone phone lying on the table.
A note stuck under it, written in a familiar, clean handwriting:
"Charge it. Watch the first video."
The phone powers on slowly. First video auto-plays. It's shaky. Handheld. A pale Chetan appears on screen—unkempt hair, bags under his eyes, in a dimly lit room.
🎥 PHONE VIDEO LOG – CHETAN'S CONFESSION
Chetan (softly):
If you're watching this… I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not telling you. For hiding everything. For not being strong enough.
(he pauses. Swallows hard.)
Chetan:
Divya… she didn't kill herself.
One night, she ran to me—terrified. She said someone was after her. That even Shree might be next.
We were going to Raj… to tell him everything.
Cut to Krish and Shree watching, unmoving. Eyes glued to the screen.
Chetan (tears forming):
But we never made it.
We were ambushed. They dragged us to an abandoned factory…
Tied me to a pole. Made me watch. Every second of it.
(his voice breaks)
They… they raped her. One by one.
She screamed for help. I screamed back, but… I couldn't stop them.
She died… halfway through.
Shree closes his eyes in pain. Raj looks down. Krish clenches his fist.
Chetan (shaking):
But they didn't stop.
They stabbed me—here. [He points to his abdomen] Left me bleeding, dying.
The video jolts. Slight static.
Chetan (voice weaker):
Someone found me… an old man. Saved me. I survived. But inside… I was already dead.
When I returned to her place…
Camera moves—now a grainy handheld shot of Divya's living room, exactly where the trio is standing now.
The shot pans up slowly… A ceiling fan.
A scarf.
A frozen moment. No body now. But the haunting presence is palpable.
Chetan (stuttering, sobbing):
She… she was here.
Hanging.
And I couldn't save her.
The video ends.
Silence.
Dead silence.
🎬 INT. DIVYA'S APARTMENT – NIGHT – CONTINUOUS
The three men remain still. Motionless. Breathing slowly. Processing. Haunted.
Raj (softly):
This isn't vengeance.
This is… justice. Twisted, broken justice.
Krish:
And he's not just after Shankar…
He's going for every last one of them.
A long pause. Shree looks around the room—he sees scratch marks on the wooden floor. A broken table leg. Blood, faint, beneath a rug.
Shree (low whisper):
She died here.
And he's been coming back…
A beat.
Raj:
We find that factory.
We find the rest of them.
🎵 BACKGROUND SCORE – DARK RISING THEME
Camera pulls back slowly from the apartment window as thunder rumbles.
INT. BHAIRAVA CORP – CAFETERIA – EVENING
A rainy Kolkata evening clouds the office windows. Harika is seated alone at a corner table, scrolling through reports while sipping tea. She's tired—too many meetings, too many deadlines.
Krish enters the cafeteria, more distracted than usual. His eyes scan the room until they meet hers. She offers a small smile.
HARIKA
(softly)
Finally decided to grace me with your presence during break time?
KRISH
(smiles faintly, sits down across her)
Yeah… just needed… someone familiar.
HARIKA
(looking concerned)
You look like you haven't slept for days. What's going on, Krish?
Krish exhales deeply, fingers curled around a half-filled glass of water. His voice is low, tired.
KRISH
You remember Divya, right?
HARIKA
Of course. She worked with us sometimes on the Banwarilal-Chatterjee projects. She was strong… smart.
KRISH
She's dead. Has been for a while. We thought it was suicide.
Harika goes still. Her smile fades.
HARIKA
…Thought?
KRISH
We found a video. From Chetan. The truth was worse than anything we could've imagined.
They didn't just kill her… they destroyed her.
Harika covers her mouth, in shock.
HARIKA
Krish… I'm so sorry.
KRISH
And now both of them are gone. Chetan vanished after the message. So did the man who murdered her. We're chasing ghosts.
A long silence.
Harika reaches for his hand across the table—gently, not romantically, just present. Krish doesn't pull away.
HARIKA
You've always carried the world on your shoulders. But this… this isn't your burden alone.
KRISH
Then why does it feel like it is? (beat)
Raj is buried in cases. Shree's falling apart. And me… I don't even know who I am anymore.
HARIKA
(gripping his hand)
You're Krish. The man who helped me when I wanted to quit. The guy who reminded me this job is more than money and numbers.
KRISH
I don't know if I can do this anymore. I keep thinking of Divya… of what she went through.
(pause)
And I keep wondering—how many more are out there like her?
Harika stands up, walks around the table, and kneels beside him so she's eye-level.
HARIKA
Then don't stop. Don't stop asking questions. Don't stop looking. You may not have answers yet, but that doesn't mean you're lost.
Krish looks into her eyes. There's a rare vulnerability in his face.
KRISH
Thanks for not walking away.
HARIKA
Where would I even go?
They share a silence. A quiet bond forged deeper now. The sound of thunder rolls outside as the screen slowly fades to black.
🎬 CUT TO:
INT. RAJ'S HOUSE – NIGHT
Taniya quietly watches Shruti sleep. She looks at the clock. It's almost midnight. No call from Raj. She picks up her phone… pauses… then keeps it back. Her face reflects tired love and silent worry.
INT. BANWARILAL & CHATTERJEE GROUP – BOARDROOM – DAY
A long, elegant conference table. LED screens flash quarterly reports and security briefings. A large TV shows Julie Chatterjee on video call from the U.S., professionally poised in her suit. The boardroom is filled with high-level executives—half from Banwarilal Group, half from Chatterjee Group.
At the head sits Shree, suited but disheveled. Tired eyes. Distant. A cup of untouched tea in front of him. Everyone notices—he's completely spaced out.
Shree's eyes glaze over as the board argues. Their voices fade to a dull murmur.
SOUND DESIGN: Distant laughter echoes in.
CUT TO:
🕰️ FLASHBACK – COLLEGE CAMPUS – DAY
A younger Shree, Krish, Raj, Chetan, and Divya walk together in a college corridor. Divya's holding an ice cream, mock-scolding Chetan who tried to snatch a bite. Raj and Krish are discussing a detective novel while Shree dramatically imitates a professor's voice, making everyone laugh.
DIVYA
You're never going to grow up, Shree!
SHREE
Never needed to. I have you guys to keep me in line.
They all laugh, walking off into the sunlit quad, their laughter echoing.
FREEZE FRAME ON THEIR FACES – young, bright, full of hope.
🔁 BACK TO PRESENT – BOARDROOM
BOARD MEMBER 2
(raising voice)
Mr. Shree Banwarilal!
Shree blinks. Looks at them like waking from a nightmare.
SHREE
…Yes? Sorry. Please repeat.
BOARD MEMBER 2
(disgusted)
This is the fifth time this week you've ignored critical meetings. We are discussing an internal breach in our joint operations and your behavior is… disgraceful.
BOARD MEMBER 3
(grumbling)
And yet we are to believe he'll lead the merged empire?
BOARD MEMBER 4
This merger was based on mutual capability. If one half is collapsing, Chatterjee Group will have to take full operational authority.
Julie narrows her eyes but keeps her expression calm.
JULIE (on screen)
Gentlemen.
The room falls silent.
JULIE
I don't recall asking for a leadership change. And until I say otherwise, Shree Banwarilal is still your co-chairman.
BOARD MEMBER 2
Miss Chatterjee, with all due respect, his negligence is hurting the group. The merger was based on performance—
JULIE
(interrupting, voice firm but cool)
Performance is not measured in one month. I suggest you redirect your energy toward identifying the traitor who risked hundreds of lives, not attacking someone who has built this company since his teenage years.
The room falls quiet again. Julie softens a little.
JULIE
I understand tensions are high. But unless you've just lost close friends and lived through assassination attempts, spare us the moral high ground.
Everyone looks away awkwardly. Shree slowly lifts his head. Looks at Julie.
JULIE (softly, just for Shree)
Nathan told me everything. I know you're not okay. But you don't have to do this alone. Just breathe… I've got your back.
Shree clenches his fists under the table. Trying to hold in his emotions. He nods—barely. A silent thank-you.
JULIE (to the board)
Meeting adjourned. We reconvene in 48 hours. I expect results, not complaints.
INT. EMPTY BOARDROOM – AFTER THE MEETING
Only Shree remains in the vast, silent room. On the video screen, Julie hasn't logged off yet. She watches him quietly.
JULIE (softly)
…Shree?
He doesn't respond.
She stays silent. He finally exhales shakily—then clenches his teeth, his hands gripping the chair arm.
Suddenly—
SHREE
(breaks down)
Why did this happen to us?
Tears fall down his face. The first time he's cried in years.
SHREE (choking)
Divya… Chetan… we were supposed to grow old together… I can't even protect you—us…
JULIE
(quietly watching, voice soft)
Let it out, Shree.
She watches this strong man crumble. On the screen, her hand lifts slowly—reaching, even through the distance.
🎵 MUSIC RISES: Gentle, emotional piano.
JULIE (whispers)
You're always trying to carry everything. You don't have to anymore. I'm still here. With you.
SHREE
I don't want to lose anyone else.
JULIE
Then let's fight smarter. Not alone.
They sit silently again—Julie watching from across the world, and Shree quietly crying, finally letting the storm within him breathe.
INT. KOLKATA POLICE HQ – SPECIAL TASK ROOM – NIGHT
Dim fluorescent lights flicker. Dozens of photos, maps, and strings litter the board—connecting dots that lead nowhere. A whiteboard shows names: Shankar Shukla, Masked Man, Divya
Sharma, Chetan Mishra, and Mayor Jai Singh—with red crosses, arrows, and big question marks.
Raj sits alone, sleeves rolled up, unshaved, eyes bloodshot. Papers scattered, coffee cold. He's playing the surveillance footage again and again. Still no lead.
RAJ
(mutters under his breath)
There has to be something… some thread… anything.
He slams the keyboard in frustration. The footage glitches.
OFFICER (O.S.)
Sir… You haven't gone home in two days.
RAJ
Then I guess I'll need a new reason to stay alive tonight, right?
The officer leaves quietly. Raj stands up, paces the room. Slams a file down.
RAJ
(whispers, breath ragged)
I promised her. I promised Taniya I'd fix this.
I told Shruti her father fights monsters…
He looks at the crime scene photo of Divya—half-burned, blurry, but haunting. He touches the image gently.
RAJ
(to the photo)
I failed you too.
Suddenly, a surge of rage—he knocks down a stack of files, throws a chair against the wall. A silence follows.
His phone rings. It's Krish. Raj lets it ring once. Twice. Then picks up.
RAJ
(sternly)
Unless you found Shankar or the masked psycho, I don't want another theory, Krish.
KRISH (V.O.)
I didn't call for theories. I called because you need to go home.
RAJ
Home? There's a maniac out there turning the city into a graveyard and you want me to—
KRISH (V.O.)
Raj… you're breaking.
Raj doesn't reply. Silence.
KRISH (V.O.)
You once said duty protects family. But if you don't protect your soul, there won't be anything left to give.
Raj hangs up. Quiet. He sits again. Stares at Shruti's drawing pinned to his desk—a crayon drawing of her, Raj, and Taniya smiling with "My Hero Daddy" written on top.
Tears silently stream down his cheeks.
🎬 CUT TO:
EXT. ROAD – NIGHT
A lone Raj in civilian clothes walks under dim streetlights. He stops. Looks at a small cake shop still open. He enters. Buys a small chocolate cake.
INT. RAJ'S HOME – NIGHT
Taniya opens the door, surprised. Shruti runs to him, half-asleep.
SHRUTI
Papa…?
RAJ
(faltering smile)
Happy birthday, champ.
Shruti hugs him tight. Taniya watches, holding back tears. Raj—exhausted, guilt-ridden, but present—closes his eyes.
NARRATION (V.O. – KRISH)
Sometimes, the ones fighting the hardest battles wear the calmest smiles. But when the weight breaks them, love is what pulls them back.
EXT. RAJ & TANIYA'S HOME – MORNING
Soft light pours through the curtain as Raj sleeps on the living room sofa, exhausted in full uniform. His phone vibrates violently next to him.
CLOSE-UP: SCREEN – "DIG (Deputy Inspector General)"
RAJ
(grunts awake, answers)
Yes, sir?
DIG (PHONE VOICE)
Inspector Raj Sharma—get to New Market now! Protest's turned violent. Public outrage's out of control. Supporters of Jai Singh and this masked vigilante are clashing hard. And there's a third faction… Shankar's old boys stirring the pot. It's anarchy!
Raj bolts upright, alert.
DIG
(snarling)
I want you on-ground in 10 minutes.
RAJ
Understood, sir.
He hangs up, rubs his eyes. Suddenly notices a note magneted on the fridge door:
NOTE (in neat handwriting):
"Shruti wanted to help pick her birthday cake today. We're just going to the market. Be back before lunch. Love, Tanya."
Raj stares at the note… frozen.
🔔 PHONE RINGS AGAIN
SCREEN: TANIYA ❤️
He answers immediately, this time with urgency.
RAJ
Taniya?
TANIYA (terrified, whispering)
Raj! We're stuck! The market turned into a battlefield—we're in a grocery store with Shruti. They're throwing things, shouting… it's chaos!
RAJ
(silent breath, jaw tightening)
Stay inside. Stay low. I'm coming.
🎵 BACKGROUND MUSIC: Rising heartbeat-like tempo.