The abandoned dockyard—
Was no longer a rescue site.
It was hell.
Fire everywhere.
Smoke rising.
Gunshots cutting through the rain.
And in the middle of it—
Sumit stood still for one second.
Because now—
This wasn't business.
This was war without rules.
💥 Explosion Aftermath
Rahul was thrown to the ground.
Aryan—who absolutely should not have come—was somehow there anyway.
Because bad decisions were his talent.
Riya screamed through the comms—
"WHY ARE YOU THERE?!"
Aryan coughed dramatically—
"For love… and bad planning…"
Even in chaos—
He remained committed to nonsense.
But then—
Another explosion.
Closer.
Harder.
Reality returned.
Fast.
⚔️ Sumit Enters Monster Mode
Through the fire—
Masked men rushed forward.
Armed.
Fast.
Professional.
Rahul shouted—
"Left side!"
Too late.
Sumit had already moved.
One punch.
One body down.
Second attacker—
Knife.
Sumit caught his wrist.
Twisted.
Crack.
Scream.
Silence.
Third.
Fourth.
Fifth.
No hesitation.
No mercy.
Rain mixed with blood.
His shirt torn.
His knuckles red.
His eyes—
Cold enough to terrify monsters.
Rahul whispered—
"I work for Batman."
Aryan nodded—
"No. Worse."
😈 Kabir Found
Inside an old shipping container—
A faint sound.
Metal chains.
Breathing.
Sumit kicked the door open.
There—
Kabir.
Bruised.
Tied.
Still somehow sarcastic.
He looked up and smiled weakly—
"Took you long enough."
Sumit cut the ropes.
"You talk too much."
Kabir stood—
barely.
"Family tradition."
Rahul arrived—
"Oh good, another one."
💔 The Real Trap
Just as they turned to leave—
Kabir froze.
Fear in his eyes.
"Wait…"
He looked around.
"She said there was a second device…"
Silence.
Everyone stopped.
Rahul slowly whispered—
"…I hate those words."
Then—
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Bomb.
Active.
Inside the dockyard.
Countdown started.
03:00
Aryan looked at the timer.
"Fantastic. I love cardio under emotional pressure."
❤️ Sangita Refuses to Wait
Back at headquarters—
Sangita saw the live feed cut.
Static.
Nothing.
Her heart dropped.
"No."
Riya grabbed her—
"Wait—"
But Sangita was already moving.
"No more waiting."
She took the car keys.
Eyes burning.
"If he's in danger…"
"…I'm going."
Riya looked at her.
Then smiled.
Small.
Proud.
"Good."
She grabbed another key.
"Because I'm driving."
💥 Countdown to Death
Dockyard.
02:00
Rain harder now.
Fire spreading.
Bomb ticking.
Kabir injured.
Enemies still coming.
Perfect evening.
Rahul looked at Sumit—
"Decision?"
Save everyone?
Catch Devika?
Escape alive?
Impossible choices.
Sumit looked into the darkness.
At the place where Devika had stood.
Gone.
Of course.
His voice dropped.
Sharp.
Absolute.
"We save people first."
A pause.
Deadly.
"Then we burn her empire."
Rahul smiled.
Dangerous.
"Now that sounds like a plan."
😈 Devika Watching
Far away—
Luxury tower.
Top floor.
Glass walls.
Wine untouched.
Devika watched the live feed.
Calm.
Perfect.
Terrifying.
Her assistant asked—
"Ma'am… what if he survives?"
She smiled.
Slowly.
"Good."
A pause.
"Broken kings are easier to control."
Her eyes darkened.
"And if he doesn't…"
She turned to the screen.
Watching Sumit run through fire.
"Then he was never worthy of the throne."
🔥 FINAL LINE
Bomb ticking.
Love racing toward danger.
Family bleeding.
And the enemy smiling from above.
Tonight—
Someone would survive.
Someone would break.
And someone—
Would never be the same again. 😈🔥