**Episode 11: The Strike at Zone-A**
It began just after dawn.
A convoy of unmarked vehicles glided silently into **Zone-A**, Dhaka's most secure district. The Ahsan estate's outer gates were still locked. The guards—loyal, well-trained—were not expecting trouble.
They never stood a chance.
**Within 7 minutes**, the perimeter was breached. The camera feeds were looped. Communications cut. Three security guards were sedated, not killed. This wasn't an assassination.
It was a **message.**
Inside the mansion, Farhan Ahsan stood at the window, coffee in hand, watching the morning mist settle over his gardens — when he heard it.
**Boom.**
A controlled explosion — not meant to destroy, but to **shake.**
The chandelier above the dining hall trembled. Glass cracked. A shockwave pulsed through the estate.
Farhan rushed downstairs, heart thundering. Ziaul Ahsan, pale and disoriented, was already being wheeled out of his room by a caretaker.
Within moments, a **drone** hovered above the courtyard.
It dropped a package — sleek, black, with a red wax seal.
No note. No sound. Just a flashing red light.
Security swarmed, but Farhan stepped forward and opened it himself.
Inside was a **silver envelope**, and beneath it, a **single bullet** — engraved with the name:
**"AYAAN."**
Farhan's hands clenched.
He opened the letter. The message was short. Handwritten. Chilling.
> *Your heir dances in shadows he does not understand.
> You protected the empire. But you forgot the cost of building it.
> Consider this… my second beginning.*
> — R.M.
Ziaul, who had been silent until then, spoke in a low voice:
"Reza Murad is back."
Farhan looked at his father, alarmed. "We can fight this. We'll alert the state—"
"No," Ziaul said. "He's not just making a threat. He's declaring **war.**"
Back in the city outskirts, Ayaan's phone buzzed with a private security alert.
He saw the images: the breach, the drone, the bullet with his name.
He stared at the screen, his jaw tight.
"He's coming after my family now," he said quietly.
Elina's eyes met his.
"Then we hit him first."
**To be continued…**