**Episode 15: The Reckoning**
The news came like a storm.
The files Ayaan and Elina had stolen from Black Dune didn't just expose Reza Murad's financial network — they unveiled an empire built on corruption, violence, and manipulation. Every detail of his dealings with arms dealers, mercenaries, and corrupt politicians was laid bare in a comprehensive dossier. Every shady deal. Every shell company. Every bloody operation funded by Meryx Trust.
But it wasn't just the details that made the truth explosive. It was the **connections**.
Names, faces, and dates — everything leading back to some of the most powerful figures in Bangladesh. Senior government officials. Police commanders. Even diplomats. Reza had built an underground network so deep, no one could see it until it was too late.
Ayaan knew the risks of exposing this. Reza had a long reach, and he would stop at nothing to keep his empire intact.
But this wasn't just a game of survival anymore. This was about taking everything down.
By the time they had finished compiling the evidence, they had one goal in mind: **public exposure.** Not in private meetings. Not behind closed doors.
**On live television.**
Ayaan stood in front of the screen, his eyes scanning over the file one last time.
"Elina, are we ready?"
Elina, calm as ever, nodded. "All set. The broadcast's been scheduled."
At that moment, the world was about to change.
The two of them infiltrated one of Dhaka's most secure broadcast stations. It was an old building, but one of the few that had access to the national airwaves. They'd made sure no one would know about their involvement. All they needed was one moment of silence.
Inside, Ayaan sat in the control room, fingers poised above the keyboard. The world outside remained oblivious to the storm brewing inside the station.
**Then, it started.**
The feed was hijacked.
On every major news channel, the image flickered and shifted to an unexpected broadcast — the data they had gathered from Black Dune.
Ayaan's voice came through first, steady but unmistakably determined:
"This is Ayaan Ahsan. And this, is the truth."
Behind him, Elina stood, her figure shadowed but undeniable. Together, they showed the world the files, the companies, the money trails, and the names of those who had been complicit in Reza Murad's empire of corruption.
As the camera zoomed in on the screen, the detailed ledger flashed in bold red letters: **"MERYX TRUST: LINKS TO PARAMILITARY OPERATIONS AND CRIMINAL ENTERPRISES."**
The footage was damning.
Ayaan continued speaking, his voice unwavering: "For years, Reza Murad has manipulated and deceived our country. He has funded illegal operations, smuggled weapons, bribed officials, and built an army of mercenaries. His empire is built on the backs of those who thought they could remain hidden in the shadows. But we know now. And we will expose every last one of you."
As he spoke, images of the corrupt politicians, the police chiefs, and the arms dealers that had been complicit in Murad's operations filled the screen. Every name. Every face.
And then, the ultimate reveal — the list of his backers within **the highest levels** of the government.
The feed cut to black, and the screen flashed one final message:
**"The reign of secrecy ends today."**
For a few long seconds, there was only silence.
Then, the chaos began.
News stations scrambled to verify the footage. Government officials were already issuing statements, dismissing the evidence as "fabricated" and "false," but it didn't matter anymore. The truth was out. **Reza Murad's empire was exposed to the world.**
**Across the city, it felt like the ground was shaking.**
Reza watched it all unfold from a dark room, his fist clenched around the armrest of his chair. His empire — everything he had built — was crumbling.
He stood and walked toward the window, staring out at Dhaka's skyline. He was no longer just a man with power. He was a man with nothing.
"**They'll pay for this.**" His voice was a low growl.
But Ayaan and Elina were already thinking two steps ahead. They knew Reza wouldn't let this go quietly.
And **they weren't done yet**.
**To be continued…**