In the underground world, everyone knew one name.

Rudra rathore.

He is very handsome and young energetic underground mafia don.

From childhood to know he is changed alot learn how to defeat the betrayal of the family.

The name alone was enough to make even the most powerful criminals lower their heads.

But there was one thing no one knew.

No one had ever seen his face.

Some said he never appeared in public.

Some believed he wore a mask.

Others claimed that anyone who saw his face never lived long enough to speak about it.

No one knew which story was true.

Only one thing was certain...

Rudra Rathore wasn't just a man. He was a legend hidden in the shadows.

Unlike the man hidden in the shadows, Ishaan Sharma was someone no one noticed



A final-year pharmacy student.

A caring son.

A loyal friend.

His days were filled with college lectures, practicals, and dreams of becoming a successful pharmacist.

He believed that every problem had a solution and that kindness was never a weakness.

He had never heard the name Rudra Rathore.

He didn't know that a hidden world existed beneath the city he called home.

And he certainly didn't know...

That fate had already chosen him to cross paths with the most dangerous man in the underground world.

Sometimes, destiny doesn't knock on the door.

It breaks it down.

While the underground world feared one name...

A few kilometers away, someone was living a completely ordinary life.

Ishaan Sharma.

He wake up at 9 am in morning and enjoy the sunrise and later realised he have a class today.

"Ah! I'm late!"

jump out off the bed and fresh up

Ishaan hurriedly grabbed his college bag and ran out of his small rented apartment.

Living alone in Mumbai wasn't easy. His parents stayed in their hometown,

and every morning his mother's call was the first thing he woke up to.

"Did you have breakfast?" she asked.

"I'll eat in the college canteen, Maa. Don't worry," Ishaan replied with a smile.

After ending the call, he rushed toward the bus stop.

By the time he reached college, his friends were already waiting.

"There he is!" one of them laughed.

"The future pharmacist who can never reach class on time!"

Everyone burst into laughter.

"Very funny," Ishaan replied, shaking his head.

The day went by with lectures, practicals, canteen gossip, and teasing between friends.

For Ishaan, it was just another ordinary day.

After completing college he normally take the short cut to home.

In that day bus was late and time flies sky is darkening and wind flowing in that way no one is here

Suddenly he here the bullet sound a group of people searching for some own and their are all wearing black dress code.

Ishan getting worried and move to side and hide in that place.

He had no idea...

That before the night ended, his peaceful life would begin to fall apart.

To be continued.......

Ishaan is hiding that place and observing everything his heart beating fast, and his body is totally sweat.

He is getting worried....

Group of peoples are searching for a man and shouting like his not go any longer search everywhere in this place.

One person shined a flashlight into the narrow passage.

One of them is moving towards the place where Ishaan hide.

Ishaan is cover his mouth with hands to control the breathing.

The footsteps are come closer....

Closer.....

Then suddenly ....

There one the men shouted...

A wounded man stumbled out from behind a pile of broken crates.

Ishaan stood frozen behind the broken wall.

His heartbeat was so loud he feared the men outside could hear it.

The alley echoed with angry voices.

"Search every corner!"

"He couldn't have gone far!"

The black-clad men split into groups, checking every lane and abandoned building.

Ishaan carefully peeked through a small crack in the wall.

A wounded man was running desperately through the alley, clutching his bleeding arm.

"Please... let me go!" he begged.

The gang members caught him within seconds.

One of them punched him to the ground.

"Where is the file?" a man demanded.

"I don't have it..." the wounded man replied.

Another punch landed before he could finish.

Ishaan wanted to help, but fear held him in place.

Suddenly...

The sound of several luxury cars echoed through the alley.

Every gang member immediately stopped what they were doing.

The atmosphere changed.

One by one, they lowered their heads.

A black luxury car slowly came to a halt.

No one dared to look toward it.

One of the men stepped forward respectfully.

"Boss... we couldn't recover the file."

Silence.

A calm voice came from inside the car.

"Find it."

Only two words.

Yet everyone obeyed without question.

Ishaan couldn't see who was inside.

The windows were dark.

He wondered...

Who is this man?

At that moment, Ishaan's phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.

Maa ❤️ Calling...

His eyes widened.

He quickly pressed the power button to silence it.

But...

One of the gang members heard the vibration.

"There!"

He pointed toward Ishaan's hiding place.

Without thinking, Ishaan turned and ran.

"Catch him!" someone shouted.

Footsteps thundered behind him.

Ishaan ran through narrow lanes, jumped over broken walls, and finally disappeared into the crowded streets of Mumbai.

The gang members searched everywhere...

But he was gone.

One of them returned to the black car.

"Boss... the witness escaped."

A brief silence followed.

Then the calm voice replied,

"Find out who he is."

The engine started.

The black cars disappeared into the night.

Standing far away in the crowd, Ishaan looked back at the empty alley.

He is rushed to his room and take sometime and clam down him self and after calling to his parents.

Very calmly he talks with his parents and his mom ask why are u not lift the phone is their anything happen!.....

He told nothing mom phone was in silent mode, so I didn't lift, he is covered the mom's drought very cleverly.

After he turn of the call....

Thinking......

Who's that people and who's in that car....

His head is filled with many unsolved questions!.....

After he thinks today is my lucky day...

He had escaped.

But he didn't realize...

Someone had already begun searching for him.

To be continued...

Ishaan couldn't sleep that night.

Every time he closed his eyes, he remembered the gunshots, the frightened man, and the black cars.

"Who were they...?" he whispered to himself.

The next morning, he convinced himself it had all been a nightmare.

As usually he wake up late....

After getting ready he headed to college.

He is late that's why he took a shortcut first he hesitates to go through the same way...

After he's pulling himself and decided to be gone through the way.

Ishaan goes through in that same way he saw everywhere someone is here or not and run very faster in that time by God Grace no one in his way…

After he headed to college...

Meet his friends and chat with them one of them is teased why Mr late comer looks, so dull today is their anything...

His friends noticed he was unusually quiet.

"What happened? You look like you didn't sleep at all," one of them asked.

"It's nothing... I just studied too late," Ishaan replied with a forced smile.

Meanwhile...

Before he could enter the classroom, someone suddenly wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty."

Ishaan sighed.

"Aarav... not today."

Aarav Mehta, Ishaan's best friend since first year, laughed.

"You look like you fought a ghost."

"I just didn't sleep well."

"Hmm... or maybe you finally got yourself a secret girlfriend?"

Ishaan rolled his eyes.

"In your dreams."

The two laughed as they walked toward the classroom.

For a while, everything felt normal again.

Classes, jokes, canteen food, and endless teasing.

But every now and then, Ishaan couldn't stop looking over his shoulder.

It felt like someone was watching him.

Far across the road...

A man wearing a black cap quietly lowered his binoculars.

"It's him."

He took out his phone.

"The witness is at the college."

The person on the other end answered with only one sentence.

"Keep watching him."

The call ended.

Neither Ishaan nor Aarav noticed the eyes following them from a distance.

The college canteen was as noisy as ever.

Students laughed, argued over assignments, and rushed to finish their lunch before the next lecture.

"You're finally smiling," Aarav said, placing a plate of samosas in front of Ishaan.

"I was smiling yesterday too."

"No, yesterday you looked like you had seen a ghost."

Ishaan laughed softly but didn't answer.

He couldn't tell Aarav what had happened the previous night. Even he wasn't sure if it was real.

After classes ended, Aarav stretched his arms.

"Let's go watch a movie this weekend."

"Only if you're paying."

"You're impossible!"

The two friends laughed and walked toward the college gate.

As they stepped outside, Ishaan suddenly stopped.

Across the road...

A man wearing a black cap stood beside a black SUV.

The man wasn't looking at the traffic.

He was looking at Ishaan.

The moment their eyes met, the man turned away and got into the vehicle.

The SUV disappeared into the traffic.

"What happened?" Aarav asked.

"Nothing... I thought I recognized someone."

"You're acting strange these days."

"I'm just tired."

But deep inside...

Ishaan knew it wasn't just his imagination anymore.

Someone really was watching him.

A few kilometers away, inside a luxurious office hidden beneath the city...

A man placed a file on a large wooden desk.

On the cover was a photograph.

ISHAAN SHARMA

"Boss," he said respectfully.

"We know his name now."

The room fell silent.

A calm voice replied from the shadows,

"Keep watching him."

"No one approaches him without my order."

"Yes, Boss."

The file remained open on the desk...

Completely unaware that this ordinary pharmacy student was about to become part of a world he had never imagined.

To be continued...