That night, Arjun couldn't sleep.
He sat alone in his apartment, whiskey in hand, old case files spread across the table. But his mind kept drifting—back to college, back to Myra, back to the nights they'd spent tangled together.
He opened his laptop.
After a moment's hesitation, he clicked into the encrypted folder he'd sworn never to touch again.
Photos.
Videos.
Messages.
Everything he'd backed up before trying—and failing—to erase her from his life.
There they were.
So young.
So certain they would last forever.
One video caught his eye.
Before he could stop himself, he clicked it.
Flashback – 6 Years Ago (Video)
The camera shakes as it finds focus.
Myra appears, laughing, wearing one of his shirts and nothing else.
Myra (on screen):
"Stop it! I look terrible—"
Arjun's voice:
"You're beautiful. Say something. For posterity."
Myra:
"What should I say?"
Arjun:
"Tell future us how you feel right now."
She grows serious. Looks directly into the camera—at him.
Myra:
"Arjun Mehta, I love you more than I thought it was possible to love someone. You're it for me. My forever person."
She takes a breath.
"And I promise—no matter what happens, no matter where life takes us—I'll always be yours. Always."
She blows a kiss at the camera.
The video ends.
Arjun slammed the laptop shut, nausea rising in his chest.
That woman—sweet, vulnerable, in love—
how had she become someone capable of killing?
Or had she always been capable of it, and he'd simply been too blind to see?
His phone rang.
Myra.
He should have ignored it.
Should have blocked her number.
He answered.
"Hello?"
"I know you're watching me," she said softly. Intimately.
"The surveillance is obvious. Did you really think I wouldn't notice?"
"You sent me those messages," he said.
"You threatened Kavya."
Silence.
Then—
"Come to my apartment. Alone. Let's talk. Really talk. Like we used to."
"That's not happening."
"Then more women will die, Arjun. Because I'm not done."
"Not until you understand what you did to me."
His pulse thundered.
"What did I do, Myra? Tell me."
"You broke me."
Her voice cracked.
"Shattered me. Made me into this."
"And now I can't stop. Every time I see a woman happy—moving on, living her life—I see you choosing your career. Leaving me."
"And I make them pay for your sin."
"Myra, listen to me—"
"No. You listen."
"Come to my place. Midnight. We'll end this—one way or another."
A pause.
"I have Kavya's home address. Her gym schedule. Her favorite coffee shop."
"How long do you think I'll wait?"
The line went dead.
Arjun sat frozen.
Every instinct screamed trap.
But if Myra was escalating—
if Kavya was truly next—
He called Sameer.
"I need backup. Discreet. Myra's apartment building in Bandra. I'm going in."
"Boss, this is insane. She's baiting you—"
"I know. But I don't have a choice."
"If I don't go, Kavya dies."
"Set up a perimeter. If I'm not out in an hour, come in."
"Arjun—"
"That's an order."
He hung up.
Grabbed his gun.
Checked the ammunition.
Then he texted Kavya.
Arjun:
Stay home tonight. Lock your doors. Don't open for anyone but me.
Her reply came instantly.
Kavya:
What's happening?
Arjun:
Just trust me. Please.
Kavya:
Be careful.
Two words.
They hit harder than they should have.
Arjun stared at his reflection in the mirror.
When had this become his life?
Caught between a woman who had destroyed him
and a woman who might save him.
Hunting a killer who once shared his bed.
"Forever bound," he whispered—to his reflection, to the ghost of the boy who had made that promise.
Tonight, he would finally break free.
Or die trying.