Rain still clung to the city like a memory of the storm that had passed, leaving puddles that mirrored neon signs in broken, distorted reflections. Aryan Malhotra moved through the quiet streets with the same care a predator uses when stalking prey. The folder he had retrieved from the warehouse weighed heavily in his bag—not physically, but with the gravity of secrets it contained. Every name, every date, every cryptic note was a thread, and he had begun to understand that pulling one could unravel more than he was ready to face.
The docks had been only the first stage. Now the real game began. Aryan’s instincts told him he was being watched, even when no one was in sight. Every shadow seemed alive, every alley a trap waiting to spring. He was not afraid—he had faced danger countless tim
