The night breathed danger.
Inside a dimly lit hotel room, the silence was deeper than normal. Shadows stretched like claws across the walls. The dim light bulb flickered now and then, but Raj didn't move. He sat near the door, back resting against the cold wall, knees drawn slightly in.
His eyes were closed. His head bowed. But this wasn't weakness — it was focus. Inside his fist, wrapped tightly, was a piece of cloth. Faded… but precious.
It was her band.
Rekha.
His daughter.
The cloth still smelled faintly like her — innocent, full of life, untouched by the shadows he lived in.
"Rekha..."
He whispered it like a prayer, a promise, and a curse.
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[Flash]
Just a second. A burst of color.
Rekha laughing. Sitting on Raj's shoulders. Her tiny hands in his hair. A sunny day. A father's smile.
Then gone.
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Back in the room, Raj's fingers curled tighter around his gun. His breathing stayed calm — but the silence had changed. Now it pulsed with intent.
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Meanwhile – Hotel Corridor
Just outside the room, two men in black suits stood ready. They weren't nervous — yet. They held their guns professionally, waiting for the order. Their eyes locked on the door, unaware of the storm behind it.
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Split Screen
On the left: the corridor. Two men, one rechecking his ammo clip, the other glancing down at his phone.
On the right: Raj. Still as a stone. The wall split them, but the smoke drifting from under the door told the truth — the worlds were about to collide.
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Back Inside
Raj opened his eyes.
Slowly. Sharply.
He lifted his head and stared forward. His eyes didn't show fear. They showed fire. Revenge. Pain. Focus.
His breath was steady.
> Raj (V.O):
"Alright… I'll survive. I must... to kill Claw."
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Elsewhere – In a Dark Room
A man with a sharp gaze sat before a wide monitor, dozens of CCTV feeds flickering before him. One screen showed Raj in his room. Still alive.
The man smirked.
"Raj..."
His voice was like rusted metal.
"This is your punishment. Die."
He picked up his phone and typed a short message:
"Raj is on the 3rd floor. I'm watching you all."
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Back in the Corridor
One of the gunmen's phones vibrated. He looked at the screen, saw Claw's message. His lips tightened. A flicker of doubt crossed his face.
But he didn't know.
He couldn't know—
That behind the wall was a father who had already lost everything…
And had nothing left to fear.