It is early morning. The silence is heavy, surrounded by broken trees covered in snow and a biting cold wind. Shiv walks behind Grandmaster Vima, but the nervousness on his face is unmistakable.
Vima Grandmaster, where are we going?
We've been walking for two hours,Shiv asks panting.
Grandmaster Vima does not stop, his hair flutters in the cold breeze, We are going to a place where Layer Training was given in ancient times. This path is no secret, but it is extremely dangerous. So dangerous that not everyone can complete it.
Shiv hesitates. How dangerous?"
Vima closes his eyes and lets out a cold breath. In this your life will be in your own hands. Whether you live or die is up to you. There is only a 10% chances that you will survive.
Shiv's hands begin to tremble, and his eyes widen in shock. "Ten percent? Seriously?" He lowers his head, his heart pounding violently. I... I don't want to do this training. I'm going back.
Vima takes a deep breath,disappointment visible in his eyes. He feels that Shiv is still weak-hearted. Without saying a word, both turn back toward the mansion. Shiv remains silent the entire way, his face cast toward the ground.
At the mansion's main gate, Vikram stands by Sima's Toyota Innova Crysta, dressed in his black suit. His face is grim. As soon as Shiv arrives, Vikram speaks in a cold, heavy voice, Shiv, your academy friend Piya Agnihotri... is no longer in this world.
Time seems to freeze. Shiv snaps his head up. "No... you're lying. You're joking, right?" Shiv grabs Vikram's left hand, his veins bulging with a mix of anger and pain.
Vikram brushes his hand away. "This is the truth, Shiv. Piya is dead.
Suddenly, a Dark-Purple Aura begins to emanate from Shiv's body. His rage is crossing all limits.The Grandmaster thinks, 'Drowning in this grief, he is falling under the Devil's control; he must be stopped.
Every moment spent with Piya flashes through Shiv's mind—the trip to Saket, the conversations in the training room. He thinks, 'If only I had killed that White Snake Gang commander back then, Piya would be alive today. I will never forgive myself.
At 8:00 PM, Shiv and Vikram arrive in Delhi. Both sit in a yellow taxi. Vikram tells the driver, "Go to Nigambodh Ghat (Cremation Ground)."
Inside the taxi, Vikram explains to Shiv, "I don't know how close you two were, but behave yourself there."
Shiv takes a deep breath and looks up. "I understand... in the world of Martial Arts, one has to face such days."
They reach the cremation ground at 9:00 PM. Very few people are present. Kavya stands in front, ready to light the funeral pyre. Shiv notices Arav and Viru standing there as well.
"So few people? Where are Piya's parents and brother?" Shiv asks.
Arav says in a low voice, "They didn't come, Shiv. These are big-name people; for them, relationships are only for profit. They are only here to build a connection with Kavya, as she is now the sole heir."
Shiv's anger explodes. He shouts, "You are all greedy! Does it not matter to you that your daughter died? Just because she was weak? This is wrong!"
Vikram immediately steps in front of Shiv to stop him. "Shiv! This is not your business. This is their family matter. The Martial Arts world has its own rules—those who are weak are nothing."
Shiv falls silent and lowers his face. Kavya lights the pyre. Flames begin to rise toward the sky. After a while, Arav and Viru leave.
Kavya, who was watching the pyre burn, is approached by her secretary, who whispers something in her ear. Kavya looks slightly shocked, then walks toward Shiv. In the light of the fire, Kavya's long shadow falls over Shiv.
Kavya whispers into Shiv's ear:
"You were right... one day, I would regret it."
With that, she leaves. Shiv is left standing there, numb and feeling terrible. Then Vikram grabs Shiv's mouth and hand. "The funeral is over; we should leave now. Kavya isn't ready to talk right now."
Rain begins to fall and lightning strikes. Half-drenched, Shiv gets into the taxi with Vikram and leaves, but in his eyes, there is no longer a fear of death—only the fire of revenge.