A heavy silence hangs in the air. The city lights cast long shadows through the massive glass windows of Shivaay’s office. He sits at his desk, watching the security feed—or rather, the black screen where footage should have been.
The basement was breached. His prey is gone.
The entire building is locked down, but the damage is done. Someone stole from him.
And they left their name behind.
Security Officer
(voice low, hesitant)
Sir… we have a problem.
Shivaay doesn’t look up. His fingers drum lightly against the polished wood of his desk
Shivaaysingh
(calm, sharp as steel)
"समस्या नहीं होती, सिर्फ समाधान होते हैं।"
(There are no problems, only solutions.)
Security Officer
(gulps, pushing a small black card onto the desk)
This was left behind.
The insignia is unmistakable. Aagya’s mark. A direct message.
Devraj, lounging against the glass wall, lets out a low whistle.
Devraj Malik (Right hand + Bff)
(grinning)
"यह कोई तो है, जो सीधे मौत को गले लगाने आ रहा है।"
(This person is someone who’s walking straight into the arms of death.)
Shivaaysingh
(finally looking up, eyes cold and assessing)
How?
Security Officer
(flipping through his report, nervous)
No forced entry. No security alarms. The guards were found unconscious, no gunfire, no struggle. Cameras were wiped clean. It’s like… like they were never there.
A beat of silence. Shivaay tilts his head slightly, studying the insignia as if it holds the answer itself.
Shivaaysingh
Who else knows?
Security Officer
No one, sir. Just us in this room.
Devraj Malik (Right hand + Bff)
Good. It’ll be less messy when we deal with it.
Shivaay picks up the insignia, turning it between his fingers. His jaw tightens, but his voice remains steady.
Shivaaysingh
(soft, lethal)
"मुझसे जो छीनने की कोशिश करता है, वो जिंदा नहीं रहता।"
(Anyone who tries to steal from me doesn’t stay alive for long.)
He places the insignia back on the desk, meeting Devraj’s eyes
Shivaaysingh
(final, unshaken)
Find them.
Devraj Malik (Right hand + Bff)
(mocking)
Alive or dead?
Shivaay stands, adjusting the cuff of his suit, eyes dark with promise
Shivaaysingh
"उसकी साँसे मायने नहीं रखतीं, पर उसे समझ आ जाना चाहिए कि उसने किससे टकराने की गलती की है।"
(Whether they breathe or not is irrelevant. What matters is that they understand the mistake they made by crossing me.)
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