The city was alive, pulsing with energy beneath a sky of glimmering skyscrapers and relentless neon lights, where millions bustled with their own dreams and secrets. In the heart of it all stood Singhania Enterprises,  a gleaming tower that symbolized power and success —Aarav Singhania's empire. 

Aarav stood at the top floor of his office, hands in his pockets, gazing out at the world he had conquered. Every deal, every contract, every sacrifice had led him here. But this empire had its secrets —a web of companies, deals, and allies. He had always been ruthless, willing to make sacrifices to secure his power. But behind closed doors, he knew his true mission went far beyond wealth.

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Just then Aarav's phone vibrated on the desk beside him, and he glanced at the screen. It was Kabir—his younger brother------a name he hadn't seen on his phone in weeks. He hesitated because their last conversation had been tense, to say the least. Kabir had never understood why Aarav had chosen to live in such a morally gray world. Aarav knew Kabir thought he was just another cold-hearted businessman—obsessed with power, indifferent to morals. And in a way, Kabir was right. Aarav had sacrificed more than anyone knew to secure his place in the city. But there was a truth Kabir couldn't see. Aarav's carefully cultivated reputation was only a mask—a mask he wore to shield his true mission. Unbeknownst to anyone, he had been infiltrating the city's most powerful crime syndicate, inching his way into its core to destroy it from within. No one suspected the billionaire businessman was actually risking everything for justice. Not even his own brother, and it was better that way. The fewer people who knew his reasons, the safer they all were. 

As the call continued to ring, Aarav turned his phone over, silencing it. Duty came first. He would protect his brother, even if that meant keeping him in the dark.

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There was a knock at the door. His assistant, Priya, stepped into the office, with a quick, worried look..... "Sir, the contacts from the Syndicate are here. They're waiting in the private lounge."

Aarav nodded, a steely glint in his eye. These "meetings" with the syndicate were nothing more than part of the complex, secret role he played. While the city believed him to be just another power-hungry businessman, Aarav had been quietly dismantling the criminal network from within. Aarav had struck a dangerous bargain years ago: he would infiltrate the criminal world and gain their trust, using his business empire as a cover. In return, he gathered intel that he secretly passed along to law enforcement and special operatives. His ultimate goal was justice, even if it meant wearing the mask of a villain.

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  Aarav straightened his suit jacket, slipping on the cold, confident expression that was as much his armor as it was his disguise. "I'll be there in a minute."

On the other side of town, Detective Kabir Singhania was pacing his office, a thick file in his hands. He was knee-deep in paperwork, a stack of unsolved cases cluttering his desk at the precinct. He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to push back the fatigue that had become a constant companion these days.

The city's crime rate was spiraling out of control, and now a new syndicate—vicious and untouchable—was running rampant.

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It seemed every case he worked lead back to one source that's a familiar name Singhania Enterprises. He had tried to ignore it, to avoid the terrifying suspicion building in his mind. But with each passing day, he found himself facing the same dark possibility—that his own brother was somehow involved. Kabir's pulse quickened as he scanned the file for the third time, certain there was a mistake. Aarav's company was the last place he'd expect to find a connection to the syndicate. But the evidence was undeniable. For a moment, Kabir sat frozen. His instincts as a detective screamed at him to dig deeper, to uncover the truth. But his loyalty to Aarav, the brother who had raised him, held him back.

A piece of him resisted, fighting the very idea that his brother could be involved. Aarav had practically raised him. But now... now it seemed that life had come at a cost. If he pursued this, their already fragile relationship could shatter forever.....!!!!!

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His partner, Riya, leaned against the doorframe, watching him with a frown. "Hey, Kabir. You've been staring at that file for the past hour. You okay? You look like you've seen a ghost, Kabir. Something about that file?"

He looked up, his expression tense. "I... yeah. Just trying to wrap my head around something."

Riya stepped closer, her brows knitted. "Don't tell me it's personal." 

Kabir forced a smile, but his mind was racing. He let out a shaky breath, setting the file down. "Yeah... It's... personal. I can't explain it yet."  ...How could he explain that he was torn between his duty as a detective and his loyalty to his brother?

Riya shot him a sympathetic look. "Whatever it is, you're one of the good guys. Don't lose yourself trying to protect others who aren't."

But Kabir couldn't shake the feeling that Aarav wasn't the villain he appeared to be. Aarav had raised him after their father abandoned them, working day and night to provide a life Kabir could be proud of. The thought that Aarav could be tied to the underworld didn't add up. But the evidence was damning, and as a detective, Kabir had a duty to follow it—no matter where it led.  Aarav had always been a mystery, but this... this felt like betrayal.

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His phone buzzed on the desk. It was Aarav. Kabir stared at the screen, hesitating. He knew this case would drag them both into a storm, one they might not survive together.....But before he could answer, Riya's voice cut through the silence. "You okay, Kabir?"

He nodded slowly, forcing himself to focus. "Yeah, everything is OK why are you asking again and again."

Then Riya said, "Just want to conform ..... don't mind" and she's going while chuckle.. 

His phone buzzed again. He glanced down. A new message from Aarav: We need to talk. Meet me tonight. Just us. Kabir's heart pounded. His hand tightened around the phone.

He knew this was no casual invitation. Whatever Aarav wanted to share would change everything.....With a heavy sigh, Kabir opened the file again. Whatever he decided next would set both of them on a path they couldn't escape.

There was a hint of finality in those words, something unspoken yet unmistakable. But as he left the precinct that night, a storm was brewing inside him. Tonight, he would finally confront Aarav. And whatever happened next, he knew their lives—and their bond—would never be the same.

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