**Episode 6: The First Move**
Ayaan had always been calm by nature — taught to think before reacting. But this was different. The threat was real, and it was closing in.
He couldn't tell his father. That would blow his cover and pull him back into the world he'd tried to escape. And Elina… she was already dealing with her own demons.
So he did what he had to.
**He decided to strike first.**
That night, Ayaan slipped out and walked the long alley behind his rented house — eyes scanning the shadows. The black car was there again, engine cold. No one visible inside.
But this time, he was ready.
Earlier that day, he'd purchased a small GPS tracker, the kind used for courier bikes. Palming it quietly, he crouched beside the parked vehicle under the guise of tying his shoe — and slipped the device under the rear bumper.
Then he walked away.
Back in his room, he activated the tracker on his tablet. The map blinked once, then lit up. The signal was strong.
"Let's see where you go," he murmured.
**At 3:17 AM**, the car finally moved.
Ayaan sat up as the red dot crept slowly across the map, weaving through the city's empty streets. Then it stopped — in front of a tall building near the old commercial district. An abandoned bank, according to the satellite overlay.
He memorized the coordinates.
The next day, he paid the area a visit — alone.
The bank's outer walls were covered in vines and fading graffiti, but what caught his eye was the **security camera** at the corner — new, clean, and blinking.
Not abandoned after all.
He walked the block, pretending to browse shops, and spotted two men lingering by a tea stall. Dressed like locals — but their posture, the way they scanned the road — military.
Ayaan left before they noticed him.
Back in his room, he began drawing connections.
"Who would want to track me without exposing themselves? Not the press. Not the police."
Then one name came to him — someone he hadn't thought about in years.
**Reza Murad.**
A former business rival of the Ahsan Group. Ruthless. Exiled after a legal battle with Ziaul Ahsan twenty years ago. His company crumbled, his assets frozen.
Rumors said he had vanished.
But what if he hadn't?
What if this was revenge — not just against the company… but against its bloodline?
Ayaan stared at the blinking red dot on his map.
"If you're watching me," he whispered, "then watch this."
He began typing.
**It was time to bait the hunter.**
**To be continued…**