The world moved on. Mumbai didn't flinch. Club Inferno reopened. The music played. The drinks were poured. But Devian hadn't moved on. He had simply moved underground.
✦ TARGET ONE: THE DRIVERName: Hiten Vaswani.
Location: A chawl near Andheri.
Record: Armed assault, drug trafficking, out on parole.
He opened the door to a flashlight. "Police?" he croaked. A black-gloved hand smashed his nose. He didn't even see the second man behind the first.
Ten minutes later, his body was stuffed in the trunk of the same car that once carried Meher.
Devian watched it burn from a rooftop. Expressionless.
✦ TARGET TWO: THE BARTENDERName: Aditya Tiwari.
Paid ₹15,000 to spike the drink.
They found him in the back alley of the same club, sneaking a smoke after his shift. A shadow stepped out behind him. A needle slid into his neck.
"You'll wake up in hell," a voice whispered.
He didn't wake up at all.
✦ TARGET THREE: RHEA SHARMAShe ran. She lied. She begged.
She flew to Goa, checked into a boutique resort, posted pictures online pretending nothing was wrong. When the lights went out in her suite one night, she lit a candle — and saw a letter on her pillow. Meher's photograph. Blood-soaked. Folded in half. Rhea screamed.
Devian's men didn't kill her right away. They left her in a locked wine cellar. By the time he arrived, she was curled up in a corner, shaking.
"I didn't touch her!", "Aarav planned it! I didn't know she'd—" He kneeled beside her. "She trusted you.", She whimpered. "I was jealous! She had everything!", "Now you have nothing."
One bullet. Close-range. Between the eyes.
Silence.
✦ TARGET FOUR: AARAVHe was the hardest to catch. He had money. Lawyers. A fake passport. He almost made it to the airport. Devian waited at the private airstrip in Surat, leaning against the black SUV.
As Aarav stepped out of the car, confused, someone held a phone to his ear. A voice — deep, cold — spoke in Hindi:
"Yahi jagah hai. Jahan insaaf shuru hota hai."
("This is the place where justice begins.")
Devian walked forward, slow and calm. Aarav's scream never left his mouth. Devian didn't shoot him. He beat him with his hands. No weapons. No mercy.
When it was over, Aarav was breathing — barely. Devian leaned down beside his broken body.
"She died in pain.
You'll live in it."
He left him in the dust, alive, with his jaw shattered and both knees crushed.
Sometimes death is too kind.
✦ END OF THE HUNTTwo weeks.
Four names.
One girl.
She was gone. But he had delivered her echoes to those who killed her. When the last file was closed, Devian lit a match and burned the papers. But her memory wouldn't burn.
Her voice, her blood, her last look — it stayed.
"Ek mauka aur milta toh…"