nd the occasional rustle of leaves. Inside the small, dimly lit room, Zayan sat at the head of the table, his mind focused, his jaw tight with resolv

broke the silence. "You have a plan, rig

Zayan had been in far worse situations before-he'd learned to navigate through chaos with a calm, cold efficiency. His voice was

erior. Zayan's father had been a powerful force in the town-a symbol of authority and res

finger tracing the layout of the town. "The Malik mansion may be in ruins,

furrowed. "The wa

oint in his network. If we can take control of that place, we'll cripple his operat

s words sinking in. They all knew the risks. But they also kne

e not planning on going in t

sted people with me. But this isn't just about brute force. We need to be s

gathered his small crew, people he trusted, people who were willing to risk their lives for the cause. There was Aahil, of course, but also Samira, the woman who ha

dark shadow, its walls cracked and worn with age, but still solid-still operational. He could see movement

utralize the guards and take control of the building. Aahil, you ta

osition. The plan was simple, but it had to be ex

the closer they got, the more his senses sharpened. He could hear the faint hum of voices inside, the clinking of metal, and the low m

position. Riaz followed closely behind him, his eyes scanning every corner, every shadow for mov

nce undetected by the men inside. Samira and Aahil had al

aband and weapons were stored. The atmosphere inside the warehouse was tense, the smell of rust and old wood

h. Zayan didn't hesitate. With a swift motion, he pulled his gun and fired into the air, the lou

houted, his voice c

ituation, subduing the guards with ease. Within minutes, the room was filled with the sound of the men's panicked shouts,

f the warehouse, surveying the scene. The contraband crates were scattered

d, her voice tinged with bo

e beginning. We've sent a message, but Raees will

ide the warehouse. Zayan's senses went on high alert. He motioned for the oth

a man stepped inside-a figu

ow worked as a ruthless enforcer for Raees. His face was familiar, but it was harder now, colder. H

the shadows, his voice ic

quickly regained his composure. "Zayan Mal

he only mistake I made

t his side. "Raees won't let this go. You think you c

dly. "I'm not a ghost. I'm the future. And

k you can stop Raees? You're just a dead

the anger rising in him, the desire for vengeance burning through his veins.

lur of motion. He disarmed Farhan with a swift move, his fist connecting with the man's jaw in a clean, powerful strike

Farhan's, "that I'm coming for him. And I won't

air, but Zayan released him, stepping back. "Go b

ted, stumbled away, not dari

m, his expression steely. "We've made ou

that the war he had started would change