Chapter 2: "Two Faces of the Truth"
New Delhi. Crime Branch HQ.
8:00 a.m. The floor hums with tension. Glass walls. Chrome desks. Officers murmuring over fresh reports.
A file slams down on a desk labeled: "Bishra Gang — Resurfaced?"
The camera pans slowly.
A woman is pacing — black blazer over a plain shirt, messy bun, cold coffee in hand.
Mira Sehgal.
Early 30s. IPS Officer. Top profiler in the Delhi Crime Branch. Sharp eyes. Sharper instincts. Keeps her past locked up — just like the criminals she tracks.
A junior officer approaches, hesitant.
Junior Officer: "Ma'am… Mumbai Police haven't officially handed the case over. But they mentioned L.B."
Without breaking stride, Mira replies:
Mira: "The day Lakshya Bishra writes something… someone's death is never a coincidence."
She opens the file. A photo of Aarav Khanna. A scanned copy of the red-inked threat note.
Something flickers in her eyes — a memory? A wound?
Cut to: Inside her desk drawer, tucked beneath documents, a yellowed newspaper clipping.
> "Professor Devendra Sehgal Murdered in Cold Blood. Suspect Still At Large."
One name is underlined in red: Lakshya Bishra.
Her jaw tightens. She whispers under her breath:
"I'm here to settle the score, L.B."
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The frame lingers on Mira's face — calm, focused, unblinking.
To the world, she's a cop.
To herself, this is war.
The hunt begins.
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