🎬 MOVIE OPENING – INT.

PRIVATE STUDIO – NIGHT

Dark room lit only by the camera light. Rain hammers the windows.

A red indicator blinks: LIVE

Ram (journalist) stares into the camera.

XYZ (serious, intense)

Hello everyone. I’m Ram gopal.
For months, I’ve been investigating a man who changed this country
forever.

To the righteous, he was worshipped like a god.

To the corrupt, he was feared like a devil in disguise.

That man was Shri Adulla Ankith Reddy —

Founder and Chairman of the AAR Group.

His death? It's not what you were told.

Tonight… I reveal the truth.

But first — something deeper.

We all know the name — Illuminati.

A secret elite society… ruling from the shadows.

Formed in 1776.
Their mission? Global dominance.
Power, money, control.

Now you’re thinking —

“What’s the connection to Adulla Ankith Reddy?”

It’s everything.

Because the person who killed him is—

SFX: GUNSHOTS (TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!)

Ram jumps in shock.

Ram (yelling)
What the hell?!

SFX: LOUD BANGING ON THE DOOR

BOOM-BOOM-BOOM!!

Ram stumbles toward the door, clutching a folder of documents.

He’s breathing heavy. Silence. Then—

BOOM!!! — The door EXPLODES INWARD.

Masked gunmen storm in.

They open fire — ruthless, point-blank.

Ram screams as bullets tear through his body. He falls to the ground,
blood gushing.

SFX: ONE LAST BULLET — SLAMS INTO THE CAMERA LENS

The screen shakes — static. The feed cuts.

LIVE OFFLINE.

🎬 SCENE 2 – EXT. BEACH – EARLY MORNING – YEARS LATER

Wide shot of a calm beach.

ACP ARYAN DEV jogs along the shore, earbuds in, hoodie up.

He stops, stretches, pulls out his phone. A ding — it’s an email

notification.

CLOSE-UP:

SUBJECT: Official Transfer Order

To: ACP Aryan Dev
Post: Deputy Commissioner of Police (Special Investigations), Hyderabad
Report in 48 hours

ACP Aryan (grinning to himself):

"Aah... back to the madness."

He throws his hoodie off dramatically.

🎬 MONTAGE – ARYAN’S PREP & TRAVEL

🎵 MUSIC KICKS IN: Catchy desi beat with a cool vibe

 He packs his bags — shoves in files, a coffee mug labeled “C.O.D.E

Red,” and a photo of him with an old mentor.

 He chats with a chaiwala friend:

Aryan: “Agli baar tere paani puri ke liye vapas aunga.”
Chaiwala (grinning): “Toh Hyderabad sambhalke jaana, ACP saab!”
  He rides his Royal Enfield through small town roads.
Kids chase him playfully.

 On the train, he cracks jokes with passengers, solves a crossword

puzzle, reads half a crime novel and tosses it out the window.

 He gets off at Hyderabad Station in slow-mo.

Dressed sharp — black shirt, rolled sleeves, dark glasses.

🎬 SCENE – EXT. HYDERABAD POLICE HQ – LATE EVENING

Camera follows Aryan as he walks up the stairs.

Two constables salute him.

Constable: “Welcome back to Hyderabad, sir.”

ACP Aryan (smirks):

"Let’s see if the city missed me."

He enters the building.

🎬 SCENE – INT. HYDERABAD POLICE HQ – COMMISSIONER'S OFFICE

The Commissioner is sipping tea when ACP Aryan walks in with a small
smirk and salutes.

Commissioner (smiling):
“Welcome to Hyderabad, Aryan.”

Suddenly, his phone rings.

Commissioner (serious tone):

“…Yes sir? What?!”

He hangs up and looks at Aryan.

Commissioner:
“Your first case just landed — Health Minister’s daughter has been
kidnapped. Let’s see if you still got the magic.”

🎬 SCENE – INT. MINISTER’S BUNGALOW – NIGHT

Chaos. Security guards, servants, crying relatives. The Health Minister,

panicked, sweaty, pacing the hall.
Aryan walks in, totally composed.

Minister (rushing):
“Officer! My daughter… she’s been kidnapped! They sent a video—just
look at this!!”

He shows a video.
a girl tied to a chair and asking for help .

Aryan doesn’t flinch.

He sits on the sofa, places the phone down.

Calmly:
“Sir, can I get a photo of your daughter.”

her mother get her photo and he sees the photo

ACP Aryan:

Sir can i get a cup of chai?

Ministers orders them to get the chai for acp

Minister (shocked):
“Are you serious? My daughter is kidnapped and you want chai? Do you
think this is a joke?!”

They bring the tea to minister as well as the acp

Aryan (calmly):
“Sir, just trust the process. Enjoy your tea.”

Minister (furious):
“I’ll make sure you’re suspended for this!”

Suddenly... the main door opens.

MINISTER’S DAUGHTER WALKS IN.

“Hi Daddy!”

Everyone freezes.

Minister (shocked):
“A-aren’t you kidnapped!?”

Daughter (confused):
“What? I was at my friend’s birthday. My phone battery died.”
🎬 INT. MINISTER’S LIVING ROOM – SILENCE

Aryan sips his tea.

Aryan (smiling):
“Case solved. Can I leave, sir?”

Minister (embarrassed and impressed):

“…Thank you, officer.”

Aryan gets up, buttons his coat, and walks out in style.

🎬 SCENE ENDS WITH TEAM OUTSIDE THE BUNGALOW

Saira (laughing):
“Sir... aap toh full filmy nikle.”

Aryan:
“Nah… just practical.”

🎬 SCENE – INT. HYDERABAD POLICE HQ – NIGHT

The Commissioner sits with the Health Minister in his office. Both look
stunned.

Minister (in disbelief):

“How did my daughter just walk in like that?! The video clearly shows she
was kidnapped!”

Commissioner (half-smiling):
“Sir... the video was forged.”

Minister (shocked):
“What? Forged?! But how did the ACP figure it out so fast?”

Commissioner turns towards the door. Aryan enters, calm as ever.

ACP Aryan (grinning):

“I’ll tell you how, sir.”

He walks to the table, puts down the photo and the video still side-by-
side.

Aryan (pointing):
“In the photo her mother gave me, there was a small mole on her neck.
Not a big one, but very visible if you zoom in.”
He pauses, sips his tea, looks up with a smirk.

Aryan:
“In the video… the mole was missing.”

Aryan (chuckles):
“Next time they fake a video, they should hire better VFX guys.”

Minister and Commissioner stare at him — impressed, stunned, and

speechless.

🎬 SCENE – INT. HQ CORRIDOR – NIGHT

Aryan walks out, still smiling.

Constable Saira (grinning):

“Sir, you're like CID, but in style.”

Aryan (smirking):
“CID solves the case in one hour. I prefer fifteen minutes.”

🎬 SCENE – INT. POLICE STATION – MORNING

Aryan walks into his office after a busy morning at the station. He’s still adjusting
to the new environment in Hyderabad, trying to settle into his role. As he steps in,
the peon (office assistant) hands him a sealed envelope.

Peon (handing over the letter):

“Sir, this letter was left for you this morning. Looks urgent.”

Aryan (nodding):
“Thank you.”

He walks into his office and sits down at his desk. The letter has no sender listed,
just a simple seal. He opens it carefully, his eyes scanning the words as he reads
aloud.

🎬 SCENE – INT. ARYAN’S OFFICE – CLOSE-UP OF THE LETTER

The letter reads:

"My husband was killed on purpose, not in an accident. Please give me

justice. I can’t live with the truth anymore. I beg you to look deeper into
this case."
🎬 SCENE – INT. ARYAN'S OFFICE – CONTINUOUS

Aryan places the letter down on his desk. He sits back in his chair, his fingers
tapping thoughtfully on the surface. He’s calm but his mind is working quickly.
Something feels off.

Aryan (to himself, softly):

“This is the first time I’ve received one of these... but why now? What’s this woman
after?”

He picks up the phone and dials Inspector Ravi.

Aryan:
“Ravi, come to my office. Now.”

🎬 SCENE – INT. POLICE STATION – MORNING

Aryan walks into his office after a busy morning at the station. He’s still adjusting to the new
environment in Hyderabad, trying to settle into his role. As he steps in, the peon (office assistant) hands
him a sealed envelope.

Peon (handing over the letter):

“Sir, this letter was left for you this morning. Looks urgent.”

Aryan (nodding):
“Thank you.”

He walks into his office and sits down at his desk. The letter has no sender listed, just a simple seal. He
opens it carefully, his eyes scanning the words as he reads aloud.

🎬 SCENE – INT. ARYAN’S OFFICE – CLOSE-UP OF THE LETTER

The letter reads:

"My husband was killed on purpose, not in an accident. Please give me justice. I can’t live with the
truth anymore. I beg you to look deeper into this case."

🎬 SCENE – INT. ARYAN'S OFFICE – CONTINUOUS

Aryan places the letter down on his desk. He sits back in his chair, his fingers tapping thoughtfully on the
surface. He’s calm but his mind is working quickly. Something feels off.

Aryan (to himself, softly):

“This is the first time I’ve received one of these... but why now? What’s this woman after?”

He picks up the phone and dials Inspector Ravi.

Aryan:
“Ravi, come to my office. Now.”

🎬 SCENE – INT. POLICE STATION – LATER

Inspector Ravi enters Aryan’s office, and immediately he notices the tension in the air.

Ravi (hesitantly):
“Sir, you called?”

Aryan (handing him the letter):

“Read this.”

Ravi (taking the letter and reading it, slightly surprised):

“Sir, this... this is the first time you’ve received one of these?”

Aryan (nodding, watching Ravi’s reaction closely):

“Yes. First time. What’s going on, Ravi? You’ve seen these letters before?”

🎬 SCENE – INT. ARYAN’S OFFICE – CONTINUOUS

Inspector Ravi finishes reading the letter. He sighs, looking a bit uncomfortable.

Ravi (softly):
“Sir, this isn’t the first time she’s sent something like this.”

Aryan (raising an eyebrow):

“What do you mean?”

Ravi (explaining):
“She’s been writing these letters for months. Almost every week, sometimes twice. Same handwriting.
Same plea.”

Aryan (sharply):
“And no one bothered to follow up?”
Ravi (shakes head):
“We did, sir. Her husband died in a gang war. The culprits were arrested. Case was closed. Everyone
moved on... except her.”

Aryan (leaning back, thinking):

“Hmm…”

Ravi (after a pause, tone softening):

“She wasn’t like this before, sir. She was... calm. Stable. But after her husband’s sudden death, she
changed completely. She’s been... broken ever since.”

Aryan (nodding slowly):

“Grief turns people into something else. But sometimes, grief also hides the truth.”

🎬 SCENE – INT. ARYAN’S OFFICE – MOMENTS LATER

Aryan is still holding the letter, lost in thought. He suddenly looks up at Ravi.

Aryan (firmly):
“Get me the case file.”

Ravi (confused):
“Sir? It’s a closed—”

Aryan (interrupts):
“I want to read it myself. Every detail.”

Ravi nods and exits. Moments later, he returns with an old case file. Aryan takes it, flips through the
pages intensely. His eyes stop on a crime scene photo… then the autopsy report. Something catches
his attention.

Aryan (to himself):

“Doesn’t add up…”

🎬 SCENE – EXT. GOVERNMENT MENTAL HOSPITAL – LATER THAT DAY

A government vehicle stops at the gates. Aryan steps out, case file in hand.

🎬 SCENE – INT. HOSPITAL ROOM – CONTINUOUS

RUKMINI sits by the window. ARYAN steps in, holding the old case file. The room is quiet except for
the soft ticking of a wall clock.

Nurse (softly):
“She doesn’t talk much now… just keeps writing the same thing every day.”
Aryan nods and approaches Rukmini.

Aryan (gently):
“Mrs. Rukmini... I’m ACP Aryan. I’m here about your husband.”

Rukmini (slowly turns, eyes glassy but aware):

“Everyone says it was an accident... but I know. He was murdered.”

Aryan (leaning forward):

“How do you know it was murder and not an accident?”

Rukmini (whispers):
“The night before… he called me. Said, ‘If anything happens to me, don’t believe it was an accident.
They’re watching me…’ Then the call cut.”

Aryan (focused):
“Who’s ‘they,’ Mrs. Rukmini?”

Rukmini (trembling, eyes darting):

“They are... th-they a-are…”

Suddenly, she gasps, her eyes widen—and she collapses. Aryan jumps to catch her.

Aryan (alarmed):
“Nurse! Nurse!”

Nurse rushes in, checks her pulse… then slowly looks up.

Nurse (softly):
“She’s gone.”

Aryan stares at Rukmini’s lifeless body… stunned. The only lead, silenced.

He slowly rises, jaw tight, eyes burning with a new fire.

Aryan (to himself):

“Now it’s definitely murder.”

🎬 SCENE – INT. AUTOPSY ROOM – LATER

ARYAN stands in the corner of a dimly lit autopsy room, arms crossed, watching silently. The DOCTOR
walks out, removing gloves, with a clipboard in hand.

Doctor (calmly):
“Cause of death: cardiac arrest. Massive heart attack.”

Aryan (without blinking):

“She was talking fine just moments before…”
Doctor (shrugs):
“Sometimes trauma builds up. Could be natural. Could be triggered by fear. But medically—no signs of
foul play.”

Aryan (murmurs to himself):

“Or someone made sure she never finished her sentence…”

He turns around and walks out, determination on his face.

RYAN stands near the parking area, phone in hand, pacing slowly. He dials his INSPECTOR.

Inspector (picks up):

“Sir?”

Aryan (serious tone):

“Why didn’t anyone bring Rukmini in for questioning back then?”

Inspector (pauses):
“Sir… she was called. Right after the incident.”

Aryan (surprised):
“She was?”

Inspector:
“Yes sir. She told the officer on duty that night… her husband had called her and said: ‘If I die today, it’s
not an accident.’”

Aryan:
“So? Did anyone check the call logs?”

Inspector (hesitant):
“We did, sir. But…”

Aryan (sharply):
“But what?”

Inspector:
“When we went through her call history… that call wasn’t found. No incoming from her husband’s
number that day. It was wiped clean.”

Aryan (pauses, suspicious):

“Wiped? Or someone erased it?”

Inspector (quietly):
“We couldn’t prove either. But sir… something about that case always felt off.”
Aryan (to himself, coldly):
“They buried the truth… with her husband. And now with her too.”

He cuts the call and looks up—his mind racing.

SCENE – EXT. SLUM – DAY

Crowded alleys. Kids play in the mud. Street vendors shout. The ACP, ARYAN, walks with RAVI through
the slum. Locals watch them quietly. The area is packed with homes, barely inches apart.

ARYAN (looking around):

"Why would anyone start a gang war here? It's crowded… no space to even swing a stick. And still, only
one man dies?"

RAVI (nervously):
"I asked the same thing, sir. They said his enemy was hiding here… and by mistake, he got shot instead of
him."

ARYAN (pauses, squints):

"That statement… doesn't sit right."

He walks toward the crime spot. The area is marked faintly with chalk — a human outline on the dusty
ground. He studies it closely.

ARYAN (to himself):

"Bullet entry wound… from the back."

RAVI (confused):
"But the chalk outline shows he was facing the shooter, sir."

ARYAN (serious):
"Exactly. If he was shot from the front, the entry wound would be in the chest. But the autopsy says…
back."

He stands up, looking around. He starts tracing the angle of the shot using the body's position.
Something doesn’t align.

ARYAN (thinking aloud):

"This isn’t just a gang war. This is a setup. Someone positioned his body this way… to mislead the
investigation."

🎬 SCENE – INT. SLUM INTERIOR – BURNT ROOM – DAY

The ACP ARYAN walks deeper into the slum, guided by a local. RAVI follows. The group stops in front
of a scorched, narrow corridor leading to a small room.
LOCAL (pointing):
"That was his room, sir… but after the fight, it caught fire. All the nearby rooms too."

ARYAN (steps forward, looks around):

"The whole area… charred. Not just his place."

He enters the room slowly, crunching ashes beneath his boots. He scans: blackened walls, burnt
furniture, melted fans, and collapsed shelves. The neighboring rooms too are wrecked by fire —
almost nothing survived.

RAVI (frowning):
"Sir… it’s like a bomb went off. But only one body was found — his."

ARYAN (thinking, voice low):

"Exactly. First — the body was found far away from this room, though this is where he stayed."

(He looks around slowly, his eyes narrowing)

"And now — a whole cluster of rooms completely burnt… but only one casualty."

He walks out, staring at the scene from outside. Locals whisper. A kid hides behind a bucket, peeking.
Aryan stares at the layout, connecting dots.

ARYAN (to himself):

"Something doesn’t add up here."

SCENE – INT. BURNT ROOM – DAY

ARYAN walks slowly around the burnt remains of the room, the smell of ash and charred wood in the
air. He crouches next to the wrecked desk, scanning the damaged objects with a keen eye.

He inspects the burnt PC carefully, his fingers brushing over the warped metal casing. At first glance, it
looks completely destroyed, but something catches his attention. His eyes narrow as he suddenly
observes the PC again.

ARYAN (muttering to himself):

"Wait… what’s this?"

He leans in closer, his expression shifting from curiosity to suspicion.

ARYAN (under his breath):

"The case... it’s larger than it should be... and yet inside, it’s empty. Where’s everything?"

He begins carefully pulling apart the charred remains, revealing the burnt, gutted interior. As he sifts
through the ruins, he sees the hard drive slot — but it’s completely vacant. The SSD is missing.
ARYAN (gritting his teeth):
"Whoever did this was looking for something specific. They took the SSD and left everything else."

He stands up quickly, turning to RAVI with a look of realization.

ARYAN (sharply):
"Someone wanted to hide something. Get the tech team in here and start looking for traces. We need to
find out what was on that SSD."

RAVI (nodding):
"Yes, sir."

🎬 SCENE – INT. SLUM – DAY

RAVI leaves the burnt room to call the tech team. ACP ARYAN continues to scan the area, lost in
thought, trying to piece everything together. Suddenly, he feels a shift in the air. He notices a shadow
moving at the far edge of the slum, someone watching him from behind a pile of debris.

ARYAN (shouting, his voice sharp):

"Hey! Who's there?!"

The figure freezes for a moment, then quickly turns and starts running. ACP ARYAN immediately
reacts, his instincts kicking in. He chases the figure, weaving through the narrow, winding alleys of the
slum. His heavy boots pound the ground, but the figure keeps gaining distance.

CUT TO:

A fast-paced chase ensues. ACP ARYAN finally gains on the figure and, with a final burst of speed,
tackles him to the ground. He pins him down with a firm grip.

ARYAN (sternly, breathing heavily):

"Why were you hiding? Who appointed you?"

The man is panting, sweating, eyes wide with fear. He raises his hands in surrender, pleading for
mercy.

SUSPICIOUS MAN (begging, trembling):

"Sir, please! Leave me, I’m innocent! I… I got a call just ten minutes ago… They told me to keep an eye on
you, sir. They... they transferred 2 crores to my account! Please, sir, I swear, I didn’t do anything wrong!
Please, leave me alone!"

He continues to beg, his voice shaking. ACP ARYAN releases him, letting him stand, but his gaze is still
hard and unyielding.

ARYAN (coldly):
"I’m letting you go for now. But if you're lying… I’ll find out."
The man nods frantically, still visibly shaken. He turns and starts to hurry away, disappearing into the
slum’s maze of alleys.

CP ARYAN, still processing the unexpected encounter with the man in the slum, pulls out his phone
and dials the inspector. The phone rings for a moment before the inspector picks up.

INSPECTOR (on the phone):

"Sir, the tech team has arrived. Where should we begin?"

ACP ARYAN (calm but urgent):

"Tell them to start immediately. Don’t wait for me. I’ll be there shortly."

INSPECTOR (acknowledging):
"Understood, sir. We’re starting the analysis now."

ACP ARYAN (putting the phone down, thinking to himself):

"Something’s not adding up here. I’ll find the connection soon."

He looks over at the slum once more, the weight of the case pressing on him. The clues are starting to
line up, but there are still too many unanswered questions. He turns and begins walking quickly
toward his vehicle.

🎬 SCENE – INT. BURNT ROOM – DAY

[ACP Aryan walks back toward the half-burnt computer. His eyes are sharp, scanning every detail
again. Inspector Ravi walks up beside him.]

INSPECTOR RAVI (curious):

"What happened, sir? You look a little… tense."

ACP ARYAN (calmly but with intensity):

"Why would someone give 2 crores… just to keep an eye on me?"

INSPECTOR RAVI (shocked):

"Two crores?!"

ACP ARYAN (nodding):

"That man hiding near the slum? Said he got a call 10 minutes before we arrived. He was told to keep an
eye on me—and 2 crores were transferred to his account."

INSPECTOR RAVI (confused and concerned):

"But sir… why would someone give 2 crores just to watch you?"

[A moment of silence. Aryan looks him in the eyes, dead serious.]

ACP ARYAN:
"Because someone knows I’m close to the truth. And they’re scared."
[Ravi looks around the room, piecing it together.]

ACP ARYAN (with grim determination):

"This isn’t gang war. It’s a cover-up. And now they’re watching me too."

🎬 SCENE – INT. BURNT ROOM – MOMENTS LATER

[The tech team steps into the room, wearing gloves and carrying scanning equipment and toolkits.
One of them, the LEAD TECHNICIAN, kneels by the ruined PC while others begin scanning and logging
the surroundings.]

LEAD TECHNICIAN (to ACP Aryan):

"Sir… this isn’t just any PC. Everything about it is custom-made."

ACP ARYAN (curious):

"Custom-made?"

LEAD TECHNICIAN:
"Yes sir. From the case metal to the screws, internal architecture—even the cable routing—it’s all
personally built. No serials, no branding. It’s like someone didn’t want this machine traceable."

INSPECTOR RAVI (looking impressed):

"That’s… extremely rare. Who builds a PC from scratch like this?"

LEAD TECHNICIAN:
"A perfectionist… or someone hiding something. But sir, to understand what this system was used for—
I'll need to take it back to the lab."

ACP ARYAN (firmly):

"Do it. Priority level—top. I want everything recovered. Even if it’s a single byte."

LEAD TECHNICIAN:
"Yes sir. We’ll begin the analysis right away."

[The team starts packing the remains with utmost care. Aryan watches silently, his mind running faster
than ever.]

ACP ARYAN (muttering):

"Who are you… and what were you trying to hide?"

🎬 SCENE – INT. ACP ARYAN'S APARTMENT – NIGHT

[Aryan walks up the hallway of his apartment, tired but alert. He notices the door slightly open.]

ACP ARYAN (under his breath):

"...I locked it in the morning."
[His hand instinctively reaches for the holster. He slowly pushes the door open. The lights are off. He
walks in cautiously, eyes scanning every corner.]

[The faint city light glows through the curtains, illuminating the room just enough to see the living
area.]

[On the tea table… a white envelope. Neatly placed. Clean. Untouched. He walks toward it carefully,
gun still drawn.]

[He picks up the letter and opens it. Inside, just a few chilling words in bold letters:]

LETTER (reads):
"If you want to live your life... stop this investigation."

[A beat. Silence. Then—suddenly— THUD! from his bedroom.]

[Aryan spins around instantly, gun aimed, footsteps slow and steady as he walks toward the room. He
pushes the door open—empty. But the window is slightly ajar.]

[He rushes to the window, looks down. A black-clad figure melts into the crowd below and vanishes.]

ACP ARYAN (coldly):

"...So it begins."

[He pulls out his phone and dials someone.]

ACP ARYAN (into phone):

"Ravi, someone just broke into my flat. I want the entire building’s CCTV footage. Now. And get a team to
dust for prints."

[As he hangs up, his eyes drift back to the letter.]

ACP ARYAN (to himself):

"They warned me. Which means I’m close... Damn close."

🎬 SCENE – INT. POLICE STATION CCTV ROOM – NIGHT

[The room is dim, lit by multiple screens showing security footage from different cameras across the
apartment complex. ACP Aryan stands with arms crossed, focused, while Inspector Ravi fast-forwards
the footage.]

INSPECTOR RAVI:
"Sir, here's the footage from 15 minutes before you arrived home."

[On screen: A figure in a black hoodie and mask sneaks into the building, keeping their head down.
They avoid the main entrance camera and seem to know exactly where the blind spots are.]
ACP ARYAN (sharp):
"Pause it. Zoom in on that wrist."

[Ravi zooms. The figure raises their hand slightly—revealing a luxury watch. Aryan narrows his eyes.]

ACP ARYAN:
"That’s a Royal Oak. Costs more than a constable’s yearly salary. This guy isn't just a thug… he’s well-
funded."

[They continue watching. The intruder walks straight to Aryan’s apartment door. In less than 10
seconds, he picks the lock and enters silently.]

INSPECTOR RAVI (shocked):

"Sir, he didn’t even hesitate. It’s like… he knew your door, your floor… everything."

ACP ARYAN:
"And he wasn’t here to kill. Just to leave a message. That's even more dangerous."

[They fast-forward. A few minutes later, the same man exits, cool and calm, no sign of panic. Gets into
a black SUV with no number plate, and drives away.]

ACP ARYAN:
"Find that SUV. Every CCTV from this station to the bypass. He’ll slip once."

[Aryan steps back, thinking.]

ACP ARYAN (quietly to himself):

"If they can find my flat, break in, and walk away clean… I'm already in their game. I need to know who's
playing it."

🎬 SCENE – INT. POLICE STATION – ACP’S OFFICE – NIGHT

[Aryan is still thinking about the warning letter left in his house. Just then, his phone rings.]

ACP ARYAN (picks up):

"Aryan here."

TECH TEAM LEAD (on call, serious tone):

"Sir, we need you in the lab immediately. It’s about that PC from the slum."

ACP ARYAN:
"I thought the SSD was missing?"

TECH TEAM LEAD:

"Exactly sir. That’s the issue. You’ll want to see this in person."
ACP ARYAN (eyes narrow):
"I’m coming."

🎬 SCENE – INT. CYBER FORENSICS LAB – NIGHT

[Aryan enters. The lab is dimly lit, filled with screens and buzzing hardware. The lead technician,
Rahul, approaches with urgency.]

RAHUL (Tech Lead):

"Sir, you need to see this now."

[Aryan walks up to the odd-looking but running PC.]

ACP ARYAN:
"Didn't you say the SSD was missing? How the hell is this even running?"

RAHUL:
"That's what shook us too, sir. Turns out, this PC has a hidden internal HDD… tucked inside a military-
grade shielded chamber—not detectable without thermal scan."

ACP ARYAN (eyes widening):

"A backup boot system… hidden from plain sight?"

RAHUL:
"Yes sir. It’s bootable, encrypted, and entirely fireproof. The casing is custom-designed with bulletproof
steel and ballistic glass panels. Even the screws are tamper-proof. Whoever built this didn’t want
anyone getting into it."

ACP ARYAN (suspiciously):

"And yet… someone did. Or at least tried."

RAHUL (points to screen):

"We’ve been trying to crack into the HDD for the last 8 hours… and we’ve only managed to decrypt 4
percent of it. The encryption is military level. I’ve never seen anything like it."

ACP ARYAN (coldly):

"This isn’t just a murder… this was someone silencing a mind worth protecting. And they still don’t want
me to know why

🎬 SCENE – INT. CYBER FORENSICS LAB – NIGHT

[Rahul presses a button on the terminal, showing a complex sequence of encrypted data. A partial
string of numbers and letters scrolls across the screen. The lab is silent except for the faint whirring of
servers.]

RAHUL (pointing at the screen):

"Sir, what we’re looking at is a highly sophisticated military-grade encryption algorithm. It's not
something we can break easily. To put it in perspective, cracking it without the right key could take years
—even with the best of our tech."

ACP ARYAN (narrowing his eyes):

"Years, huh? So, we're not just dealing with some run-of-the-mill criminals here. Someone went through
extraordinary lengths to make sure this information stayed hidden."

RAHUL (continuing):
"Yes, sir. The encryption is not just a standard algorithm. It has multiple layers, obfuscation within
obfuscation. At first glance, it's just a jumble of numbers and symbols, but when we started breaking it
down, it became clear—it’s military-grade shielding. Each layer is designed to protect specific pieces of
information—only a select few should be able to decrypt it."

ACP ARYAN (concerned):

"And you're saying we’ve only cracked 4% of it? What’s inside?"

RAHUL (hesitating):
"We’ve started to uncover metadata—things like encrypted video files, possibly audio recordings, and a
few directories that don’t match anything we’ve seen before. And there are timestamps in some files
that correlate with events we haven't even begun to investigate."

ACP ARYAN (focused):

"How much do we have left?"

RAHUL (grimacing):
"Another 96%... but the encryption gets stronger as we go deeper. We’re dealing with something much
bigger than a standard gang war, sir. Whoever built this didn’t want anyone—not even experts like us—
getting to the truth."

ACP ARYAN (seriously):

"Looks like we're up against someone who knows how to play the long game. We need to crack this…
and fast."

🎬 SCENE – INT. CYBER FORENSICS LAB – NIGHT

[Rahul gestures at the screen, his fingers flying over the keyboard as lines of code stream down
rapidly. The lights in the lab flicker slightly as the tension builds.]

RAHUL (looking at ACP Aryan, voice tense):

"Sir, we’ve cracked another layer of the encryption. It’s more than we expected. But there’s one key thing
we've discovered—if we can get our hands on one single passcode, just one, the rest of this drive will be
open to us."

ACP ARYAN (raising an eyebrow):

"One passcode? That’s it?"
RAHUL (nodding, his eyes glued to the screen):
"Yes, sir. The entire encryption scheme hinges on that. It’s like a master key. Once we have it, the rest of
the drive will unlock itself instantly. All the data, all the secrets—everything will be at our fingertips."

ACP ARYAN (pauses, thinking):

"That’s a lot of trust to place on a single code. Who’s got access to it?"

RAHUL (muttering to himself):

"Here’s the kicker, sir. The code itself is likely stored in a place we’re not expecting. It could be on
another device, or tied to an individual's biometric data. If we could somehow get a connection to the
person who created this encryption, we could extract that passcode. But it's locked up tight."

ACP ARYAN (turning away, lost in thought):

"Someone went through hell to protect whatever’s on this. Why? What’s worth protecting so much that
it’s locked behind layers of security like this?"

RAHUL (muttering to himself):

"Whatever’s on here, it’s bigger than we imagined…

ACP ARYAN (clenching his fist, determination in his eyes):

"We need that passcode, no matter what it takes. Find me the key—whoever or whatever it takes to
crack this. We can't let this go any longer."

[Rahul starts typing furiously, clearly under pressure.]

RAHUL (after a moment):

"Sir, if I could guess… the key might be tied to someone close to the case. There’s a personal connection
here. We’ve seen it with the victim’s ties, his enemies, and the cryptic messages.

🎬 INT. CYBER FORENSIC LAB – NIGHT (CALL COMES IN)

[The phone rings suddenly, breaking the tension in the lab. ACP Aryan answers it, eyes still focused on
the screen.]

ACP ARYAN (answering the call):

"Yes, what’s the update?"

INSPECTOR (on the phone):

"Sir, before the victim’s wife passed away, she was in a phone conversation with the victim’s friend, Mr.
Ravi Patel. With your permission, we’d like to investigate his house. We might find something crucial."

ACP ARYAN (pauses, thinking hard):

"Mr. Ravi Patel? Investigate his house? If she was talking to him before she died, then we need to act
fast. Go ahead."
INSPECTOR (on the phone, sounding urgent):
"Understood, sir. We’ll proceed immediately."

[ACP Aryan hangs up and turns to Rahul.]

ACP ARYAN (determined):

"Get that encryption cracked, Rahul. I need answers fast. I’ll head over to the investigation site."

🎬 SCENE – INT. RAVI PATEL’S HOUSE – NIGHT

[The room is dimly lit, the air thick with tension. ACP Aryan stands near the doorway, arms crossed,
eyes narrowed. The Inspector sits across from Ravi Patel, who looks visibly nervous.]

INSPECTOR:
"Why were you talking to her before her death?"

RAVI (calmly):
"I used to talk to her every day, sir. Ever since she was admitted to the hospital… she didn’t have anyone
else. We shared the same concern. He was my best friend."

ACP ARYAN (leaning forward):

"Did you notice anything odd about the victim’s behavior before his death?"

RAVI (nodding slowly):

"Yes, sir. Over the past two years, he went completely underground. He would meet me only using
unknown numbers, always at random locations. He was paranoid. He kept saying—‘Once I collect
enough evidence, I’ll make sure the world knows the truth… I’ll expose him.’"

ACP ARYAN (sharply):

"Expose whom?"

RAVI (hesitates):
"He never told me the name, sir. Just ‘him’…"

ACP ARYAN (frowns):

"And the day he died?"

RAVI (looking shaken):

"That day, sir… he told me he was ready. He was going to start a live stream, broadcast the truth. He said
—‘Today is the day everything ends.’"

ACP ARYAN (his eyes narrowing):

"So the stream never started?"

RAVI (quietly):
"No, sir. It did start. He was live for maybe… 10 seconds. Long enough for me to see his face, sweating.
He said one word—‘Finally’—and then… it went black."
[ACP Aryan turns to the side, whispering to himself, lips tight.]

ACP ARYAN (whispers):

"Smart move by the criminal. Kill the stream, kill the story…"

RAVI (desperate):
"But sir, he really started it. I saw it. He was just about to say something big. Then the screen glitched,
and it cut off."

ACP ARYAN (suddenly angry, slamming his hand on the table):

"Are we dumb?! If the live stream started—even for a few seconds—someone, somewhere, would’ve
seen it. Someone would’ve saved it. Filed a complaint. Taken a screenshot. Anything!"

[The room falls silent. The ticking of the wall clock grows louder.]

INSPECTOR (thinking aloud):

"Unless someone erased it all—every trace, every backup… from the source."

🎬 SCENE – INT. RAVI PATEL’S HOUSE – NIGHT

[Tense silence. ACP Aryan paces slightly, mind racing. The weight of all the clues presses down.]

ACP ARYAN (grimly):

"Who in the world would do that?
If that’s the case…
He must be so powerful…
He’d have influence everywhere."

[The Inspector, unable to hold back, speaks with urgency.]

INSPECTOR:
"Sir, with due respect… why would anyone give 2 crores just to watch you?
Why would an entire gang fight happen in a crowded area… and only one man dies?
Why would that journalist's PC be so damn customised, from bulletproof casing to military-grade
encryption?
Who does that unless they're hiding something big?"

[ACP Aryan turns, eyes sharp now, connecting threads.]

ACP ARYAN:
"This isn't just about a murder.
This is a cover-up.
Every piece of this has been planted with care.
And that hard drive…
It’s holding something someone desperately wants hidden."
[Ravi speaks up softly.]

RAVI:
"Sir… if you’re right…
Then we’ve just scratched the surface."

[ACP Aryan nods slowly, gaze firm.]

ACP ARYAN:
"Let’s dig deeper.
No matter who’s behind this."

🎬 SCENE – INT. RAVI PATEL’S HOUSE – NIGHT

[The room is tense. ACP Aryan sits forward, eyes locked on Ravi, who looks uneasy but cooperative.]

ACP ARYAN:
"Ravi… did your friend leave behind anything?
Files, drives, notes… anything at all?"

RAVI (thinking):
"Uhh… actually sir… yes.
He gave me a small box a few weeks before the… incident.
Told me not to open it unless something happened to him."

[Aryan’s eyes narrow sharply.]

ACP ARYAN:
"Where is it?"

RAVI:
"It’s… in my bedroom, sir. I kept it locked away."

[Without wasting a second, ACP stands.]

ACP ARYAN:
"Show me."

🎬 SCENE – INT. RAVI PATEL’S HOUSE – NIGHT

[As Ravi reaches for the box inside a wooden cupboard—]

BANG!

[A sniper bullet shatters the window. Ravi is hit in the shoulder and collapses with a cry of pain.]

ACP ARYAN (instantly alert):

"RAVI!"
[Before Aryan can react—]

WHOOSH!

[A firebomb or timed incendiary device explodes near the window. Flames erupt across the room. The
fire spreads rapidly to curtains, papers, and wooden panels.]

ACP ARYAN (covering his mouth, eyes wide):

"Damn it!"

[Through the rising smoke and heat, Aryan spots the box lying just outside the flame’s reach—but it’s
catching fire, edges curling and blackening.]

[He dashes forward, pulling off his coat and using it to swat flames. Kneeling in the burning room,
sweat dripping and coughing from the smoke—]

ACP ARYAN:
"Come on, come on!"

[He yanks the half-burnt box out. The top is charred, and papers inside are partially blackened. He
cradles it tightly under his arm.]

[He returns to Ravi, grabs him by the arm and shoulders, and half-drags, half-carries him out of the
burning room as the ceiling creaks ominously.]

🎬 SCENE – EXT. RAVI’S HOUSE – NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)

[Aryan stumbles out of the house, coughing. He lays Ravi down on the sidewalk. The burning house
rages behind them.]

ACP ARYAN (on comms):

"This is ACP Aryan! Officer hit. Sniper attack and arson at Ravi Patel’s residence. Urgent backup and
medical—now!"

[He looks down at the scorched box in his hands. He opens it slowly. Amidst the half-burnt contents,
something metallic gleams—maybe a flash drive, a key, a sealed envelope.]

ACP ARYAN (grimly):

"You tried to destroy the evidence... but you left just enough."

🎬 SCENE – EXT. RAVI’S HOUSE – NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)

[Sirens wail faintly in the distance. Aryan kneels beside the half-burnt box, Ravi barely conscious
behind him. He opens the scorched lid.]
[Inside—among burnt papers and melted plastic—lies a half-burnt notebook, and tucked inside it: a
sheet with strange, wired symbols and markings.]

ACP ARYAN (frowning):

"What the hell is this..."

[He gently unfolds the sheet. The page is filled with cryptic symbols—part code, part handwritten
gibberish—like a mix of programming syntax and ancient language. Parts are smudged by fire, but
others are clear.]

[Under the light of a streetlamp, Aryan squints at it.]

ACP ARYAN (to himself):

"This... isn’t just a diary or notes. This is encoded. And intentional."

[He pulls out his phone and takes pictures of the page. Then, carefully folds the sheet and slips it into a
plastic evidence pouch.]

[Ravi groans behind him.]

RAVI (weakly):
"Sir... that paper... he always said... that paper will lead to everything..."

ACP ARYAN (looking at him intensely):

"I’ll find out, Ravi. Just hold on."

🎬 SCENE – INT. CYBER FORENSIC LAB – NIGHT

[ACP Aryan stands next to the forensic tech team. The charred paper with the wired text is placed
under a specialized scanner. The symbols glow faintly on the screen.]

TECH HEAD (adjusting the screen):

"Sir, we’ve analyzed thousands of encryption types… but this one is different. It’s not just ciphered—it’s
layered with multiple codes... some we've never seen."

ACP ARYAN (serious):

"You’re saying it’s unbreakable?"

TECH HEAD:
"No, sir. Not unbreakable. Just... nearly impossible. Whoever made this didn’t want anyone decoding it.
It’s like it’s written for a machine... and a genius."

ACP ARYAN (nods slowly):

"How long?"
TECH HEAD:
"At least 4 days minimum, sir—with round-the-clock decryption. That’s if we’re lucky and find one valid
pattern."

ACP ARYAN (under his breath):

"Four days... that means the clock starts now."

[He looks at the paper glowing on the screen.]

ACP ARYAN (to himself):

"What the hell were you trying to tell us...?"

🎬 SCENE – INT. ACP OFFICE – DAY

[ACP Aryan is reviewing the data on the computer when his phone rings. He picks it up, his expression
turning serious as he listens.]

INSPECTOR (on the phone, excited):

"Sir, we've got him! The person who left the letter... we found him."

ACP ARYAN (sits up straight, focused):

"Where is he?"

INSPECTOR:
"He's in custody, sir. We’re taking him to the interrogation room now. He’s in shock, looks like he never
expected to be caught."

ACP ARYAN (standing up, grabbing his jacket):

"Good. Keep him under tight surveillance. I’m on my way."

[ACP Aryan hangs up and walks out, his mind racing. He knows this could be the breakthrough he’s
been waiting for.]

🎬 SCENE – INT. INTERROGATION ROOM – DAY

[The suspect is sitting nervously, his hands trembling. The air is tense. ACP Aryan walks in with his
usual calm demeanor, and the inspector stands by the door, observing. The suspect is clearly
intimidated.]

ACP ARYAN (calmly, observing the suspect):

"Why did you leave that letter? What’s your connection to all of this?"

SUSPECT (stammering, avoiding eye contact):

"I... I was just following orders, sir. They... they said it would be easy money. I didn’t know... I didn’t know
it would go this far."
ACP ARYAN (leaning forward, his voice cold and sharp):
"Who gave you these orders? Who was behind this?"

SUSPECT (hesitates, visibly sweating, then looks up in fear):

"I... I don’t know their names, sir. They just... contacted me. They said if I did this, I’d get a lot of money.
A lot of money. They said they’d help me get out of trouble."

ACP ARYAN (with a dangerous calm, his voice low):

"Who are ‘they’? Who’s controlling all of this? You’ve got to tell me."

SUSPECT (frantic, almost pleading):

"I swear, I don’t know their names! I’ve only been told what to do, where to go. I was supposed to make
sure no one figured out the truth. I didn’t even know the journalist was involved in anything bigger...
they just told me to keep an eye on the guy."

ACP ARYAN (leaning in, his voice cutting through the suspect’s panic):
"And the journalist? What did he have to do with this?"

SUSPECT (trembling, voice cracking):

"He... he had something. Evidence. I don’t know what it was, but it was important. They said if he
exposed it, everything would fall apart. I didn’t know what it was, I swear, I just followed orders!"

ACP ARYAN (frowning, observing the suspect carefully):

"So, you don’t know who’s behind this, and you don’t know what the journalist had? But you’re telling
me you were part of something much bigger, and you were just following orders?"

SUSPECT (nodding quickly, desperate):

"Yes, sir! Please! I just... I just wanted to get out of trouble. I didn’t know what I was getting into."

[ACP Aryan stands up, his gaze cold and intense. He motions for the inspector to take the suspect
away.]

ACP ARYAN (to himself as he walks out, his voice low and determined):
"So, it’s bigger than just one person. This... this was all orchestrated. But by who? And why?"

[As the door closes behind them, ACP Aryan stands still, deep in thought, processing the information.]

🎬 SCENE – INT. ACP ARYAN’S OFFICE – LATER THAT DAY

[ACP Aryan is back in his office, reviewing the encrypted data. He looks over the clues and evidence,
trying to piece together the truth. He sits at his desk, thinking about the suspect’s words.]

ACP ARYAN (to himself):

"He didn’t know who he was working for... didn’t know what he was part of. But I know one thing—this
was no ordinary case. Someone’s been pulling strings in the shadows."
[He picks up his phone and dials the inspector.]

ACP ARYAN (on the phone):

"Any updates from the tech team on the hard drive?"

[The inspector responds on the other end.]

INSPECTOR (on the phone):

"Not yet, sir. They’re still trying to crack the encryption. But we’ve got a lead on the person who was in
contact with the suspect. We might get something soon."

[ACP Aryan hangs up and stands, looking out the window. He’s deep in thought, but his resolve has
never been clearer.]

ACP ARYAN (to himself, with determination):

"This goes deeper than I thought. Someone’s making sure the truth stays hidden. But I won’t stop until I
expose them."

🎬 SCENE – INT. CYBER FORENSIC LAB – DAY

[ACP Aryan walks into the lab, where the tech team is working diligently on the encrypted hard drive.
One of the lead techs looks up as ACP Aryan enters.]

LEAD TECH (quickly approaching ACP Aryan):

"Sir, we’ve been working around the clock, but this is a complex encryption. We’re close, but it’s still
locked tight."

ACP ARYAN (with a slight frown, observing the team’s progress):

"How close are we?"

LEAD TECH (pointing at the screen, frustrated):

"Well, we’ve tried everything we know, but we’re still not there. The encryption is military-grade, but it’s
also highly specialized. This isn’t something we can crack without the right tools and resources."

ACP ARYAN (raising an eyebrow, concerned):

"What are you suggesting?"

LEAD TECH (pauses, looking at the rest of the team before speaking):
"Sir, with all due respect, if we had access to AAR Group of Industries’ lab... we could crack this in about
10 seconds. The tech they have there is state-of-the-art, and it’s the only thing that could match the
encryption on this drive."

🎬 SCENE – INT. AAR HOUSE – DAY

[The scene opens at the luxurious AAR house. ACP Aryan walks through the grand entrance, his face
serious but determined. He is escorted by a housekeeper to the sitting room where Mrs. AAR, is
seated gracefully.]
[Mrs. AAR is dressed in black, a look of quiet strength in her eyes. She stands up as ACP Aryan enters
the room.]

MRS. AAR (calmly):

"Mr. Aryan, I’ve been expecting you."

ACP ARYAN (nods respectfully, his voice steady):

"Ma’am, thank you for agreeing to meet with me."

[They exchange a formal handshake, and ACP Aryan takes a seat. A silence lingers for a moment.]

ACP ARYAN (getting straight to the point):

"Ma’am, I need your permission to access your husband's private lab. It's critical for an investigation
we are handling, and we have a lead that can solve everything — but I need your consent to enter the
facility."

MRS. AAR (pauses, looking down thoughtfully before meeting his gaze):
"You want to access that lab... after everything? Are you sure this is the only way?"

ACP ARYAN (nodding solemnly):

"It’s the only way, Ma’am. We’ve hit a dead-end, and your husband’s lab holds the answers. It's the
key to everything — the encryption, the investigation, everything we’ve been chasing."

MRS. AAR (after a long pause, she speaks with quiet determination):
"You have my permission, Aryan. But know this — whatever you uncover, there will be consequences.
My husband's work was never meant to be exposed to the public. He built that lab for a reason."

[ACP Aryan stands, ready to leave.]

ACP ARYAN (with a reassuring tone):

"I understand, Ma’am. But we will ensure everything stays under control. Thank you for your trust."

[As ACP Aryan heads toward the door, Mrs. AAR’s voice stops him.]

🎬 SCENE – INT. AAR HOUSE – DAY

[ACP Aryan stands up after receiving permission from Mrs. AAR to continue the investigation. He’s
about to leave, but she calls out to him, her voice filled with urgency and gravity.]

MRS. AAR (with a serious, warning tone):

"One last thing, Aryan."

[ACP Aryan turns around, sensing the change in her tone. Her gaze is intense, her expression filled
with concern.]

MRS. AAR (sternly):

"You have the permission to investigate, but remember... the things you’ll uncover are real, but the
people around you — they may not be who they appear to be. Don’t trust anyone who seems too eager
to help. Always question their motives, especially if they seem to know too much."

[ACP Aryan listens closely, his face serious, sensing the weight of her words.]

MRS. AAR (leaning in slightly, as if confiding a dangerous truth):

"You’ll be on your own in this, Aryan. The path ahead is more complicated than you can imagine. People
behind this case… they are far more dangerous and manipulative than you think."

[A pause. Her words resonate deeply with him.]

MRS. AAR (softly but firmly):

"I’ve been through enough to know that sometimes the truth is hidden behind layers you can’t see. Be
careful who you trust. And always remember — not everything is as it seems."

[ACP Aryan stands in silence for a moment, absorbing her warning. His brow furrows, a flash of
confusion crossing his face as he processes what she just said.]

ACP ARYAN (thinking to himself, puzzled):

How does she know so much about the case?
How does she know what I’m about to face?

[He nods slowly, though his mind is still racing with questions. He’s unsure why her warning feels so
urgent, but he brushes it aside for now.]

ACP ARYAN (with determination, but a hint of uncertainty):

"I’ll be careful. Thank you for your trust. I’ll make sure to bring the truth to light."

[Before he leaves, Mrs. AAR calls out one last time, her voice more mysterious than ever.]

MRS. AAR (in a low voice, almost as a final warning):

"Just remember, Aryan... the real enemy is often the one closest to you."

[ACP Aryan stops in his tracks, a chill running through him at her words. His mind begins to race again.]

ACP ARYAN (thinking to himself, in disbelief):

The real enemy... the one closest to me?
What is she trying to say?

[He shakes off the uneasy feeling, but her words continue to echo in his mind as he exits the room, his
face a mixture of confusion and determination.]

🎬 SCENE – INT. AAR LAB – DAY

[ACP Aryan enters the AAR lab, his eyes widening at the sheer scale and futuristic design of the place.
The lab is unlike anything he’s ever seen before—sleek walls, advanced machinery operating in the
background, and interactive touch panels glowing softly. The hum of cutting-edge technology fills the
air.]

[He pauses, taking a moment to absorb the surroundings, sensing the weight of the task ahead. His
mission is far from over.]

ACP ARYAN (thinking to himself):

"Feels like I've stepped into another world. But I need answers, and this place might just hold them."

[He pulls out the half-burnt box from his bag and carefully places it on the counter. The charred edges
of the paper are still legible. With steady hands, he opens the box and removes the fragile sheet of
paper.]

ACP ARYAN (commanding):

"Decode this. We need to know what’s hidden in here."

[He places the paper in front of the AI assistant, who immediately activates. The lab's lighting shifts,
and a soft whirring sound fills the room as the AI scans the paper.]

AI ASSISTANT (calm and neutral):

"Scanning... Decoding... Please wait."

[The AI works quickly, its glowing eyes flashing as it processes the information. ACP Aryan watches
intently, his heart racing with anticipation. Time seems to stretch as the assistant continues its
analysis.]

[Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the AI speaks.]

AI ASSISTANT (robotic tone):

"Decoding complete. The message reads as follows:"

Decoded Message:
"The code to unlock the encrypted drive is as follows. Input this sequence into the designated interface to
bypass the military-grade encryption."

The Code:
"8F4D6A2B9C1D7A88F22D7E9B8A9F5C3D4A22F7D6E8D12A3B7E5C1EFA32D9F3B5A2E1C"

[ACP Aryan’s eyes widen as he reads the code. This is it—the key to the military-grade encryption on
the HDD. He quickly jots it down on a notepad.]
ACP ARYAN (whispering to himself):
"This is the key. The military encryption code... the one that’s been stopping us from accessing the hard
drive."

[He looks at the screen again, the code glowing faintly, and realizes just how crucial this moment is. If
they can crack the drive, they will have the information they need to solve the case.]ACP ARYAN
(thinking to himself):
"Now I know what I’m up against. Whoever set this up, they were prepared... but so are we." [acp Aryan
takes the code and drives to the lab]

🎬 SCENE – INT. LAB – NIGHT

[ ACP Aryan stands in the lab, holding the paper in his hand. His thoughts are interrupted as he
remembers the words of Mrs. AAR.]

[The memory flashes in his mind.]

MRS. AAR (her voice echoing):

"The things you see are real, but the people behind you are not real. Never trust anyone, only trust
yourself. You're on your own. What you're facing is far more complicated and beyond your
comprehension."

[ACP Aryan blinks, the words ringing in his ears as he tightens his grip on the paper. A feeling of doubt
creeps over him—could the people around him be involved in something far larger? Was someone
manipulating him all along?]

ACP ARYAN (to himself, deep in thought):

"Trust myself… trust myself… What if Mrs. AAR was right? What if everything I’m seeing is part of a much
bigger picture? Something doesn’t sit right with this case. But I can’t waste any more time thinking about
it. I need to act."

[He snaps out of his thoughts and makes a decisive move. He walks toward the workstation where the
tech team is gathered, analyzing the evidence. His eyes narrow as he notices the PC—the one used by
the victim.]

ACP ARYAN (sternly, his voice carrying authority):

"Give me the PC. I just got intelligence that the evidence has been tampered with. This night, it’s all
coming together. We can’t afford to leave anything to chance."

[The technicians look up, surprised by his urgency, but one of them nods and hands him the computer.
ACP Aryan turns to leave, but his mind is racing with a thousand questions. He knows something isn't
right.]

[As he walks out of the lab, the weight of Mrs. AAR's warning hangs heavily on his mind.]
ACP ARYAN (thinking to himself):
"Tampered evidence... The stakes are higher than I thought. Someone is playing a dangerous game, and
I’m right in the middle of it. I can’t trust anyone right now, not even my own team. I need to keep my
guard up."

[He heads straight to the car, the PC in his hand, prepared to confront the next part of the mystery—
whatever it may be.]

INT. ACP ARYAN'S HOUSE – NIGHT

The room is dimly lit. ACP Aryan enters with the military-grade custom-built PC, now in his custody. He
sits down, connects the system, and takes a deep breath. He recalls Mrs. Aar’s words:

MRS. AAR (V.O.)

"Never ever trust someone. Only trust yourself. The things you see are far more complicated and
beyond your comprehension."

He slowly types the decrypted code from the burnt paper.

SCREEN:
ACCESS GRANTED

A flood of encrypted files burst open onto the screen. Among them, one video file stands out —
labeled simply:
“CAM_FOOTAGE_FINAL.mp4”

INT. AAR MANSION – MAIN HALL – CCTV FOOTAGE

A vast, elegant hall. Silent. Pristine.

Suddenly, 20 masked intruders flood in from every entrance — armed with knives, guns, rods. Tactical
gear. Night vision.

At the center, Ankith Reddy stands, bare-handed but composed.

He doesn’t wait.
He charges straight at them.

But before he reaches the first attacker—

SHHK!
A masked figure from the shadows lunges forward and stabs him clean through the side with a
uniquely shaped black dagger, glowing faintly at the edges — not a normal blade.

Ankith gasps, stunned. He staggers, but in a flash of willpower—

He fights back anyway.

Wounded and bleeding, he grabs the attacker’s wrist, wrenches the knife out, and begins eliminating
the others one by one with their own weapons. He fights like a man with nothing left to lose.

One… five… ten... twenty bodies fall — the hall soaked in blood.

Ankith stands, drenched, barely upright.

But then—

From above, 5 masked elites descend from the upper balcony.

He tries to move. Tries to lift a weapon.

His body gives in.

The same strange dagger is thrust into his heart — final and fatal.

Ankith collapses.

The masked group watches for a moment…

Then walks away without a word.

END FOOTAGE.

BACK TO ACP ARYAN’S HOUSE

NT. ACP'S HOUSE - NIGHT

The room is dimly lit, and ACP Aryan is hunched over his desk, intently watching the chilling footage
on the computer screen. The footage reveals Shri Ankith Reddy, the founder of AAR Group of
Industries, taking down 20 armed assailants with shocking precision. But then, the footage shifts — a
masked group enters the scene and, in a brutal turn of events, stabs Ankith Reddy with a unique,
specially crafted knife. The video ends abruptly.

ACP Aryan's eyes widen in shock. His breath quickens.

ACP Aryan (whispering to himself)

He was murdered... not an accident...

Just as the realization sinks in, he grabs his phone and begins to download the video file, determined
to preserve the evidence.

The tension in the room is palpable. The progress bar on the download moves slowly — 99%... 100%.
Just as the download finishes, a loud blast shakes the house. The front door is blown open by a
forceful explosion. ACP Aryan’s heart races as the door shatters, sending splinters flying.

A group of masked men rush in, wielding guns and knives, their faces hidden beneath black balaclavas.
They spread out in the house, moving toward ACP Aryan, their intentions clear — to eliminate him.
ACP Aryan (eyes wide, shocked but determined)
What the hell?

Without hesitation, the masked men charge at him. ACP Aryan’s instincts kick in. He dives behind his
desk, narrowly avoiding the barrage of bullets fired at him. He grabs his gun from the drawer, but as
he stands up to defend himself, one of the men lunges toward him with a knife, slashing at him.

ACP Aryan (dodging)

Damn it!

The room is filled with chaos — bullets flying, men shouting commands, and the sound of metal
hitting wood and glass. ACP Aryan rolls to the side, narrowly avoiding a knife aimed at his chest. The
leader of the group approaches him, holding a large, gleaming knife in his hand, the same one seen in
the footage.

Leader (grinning)
You’re too much of a problem, ACP. We can’t let you expose the truth.

ACP Aryan (breathing heavily)

I won’t let you stop me.

With a sudden burst of energy, ACP Aryan fires his weapon at one of the attackers, hitting him in the
shoulder. The man stumbles back, but the others close in, forcing ACP Aryan to retreat further into the
house.

He runs toward the hallway, narrowly avoiding another bullet, and then dives into a side room,
slamming the door behind him. The masked attackers continue to pursue him, but for now, he has a
moment to catch his breath.

ACP Aryan (panting, talking to himself)

I have to get out of here...

INT. ACP'S HOUSE - NIGHT

The chaos intensifies as masked men flood the house, guns blazing. ACP Aryan is trapped, darting from
cover to cover, trying to outsmart his attackers.

The masked men close in, one of them lunging with a knife. ACP Aryan barely avoids it, the blade
grazing his arm. Blood begins to trickle down his sleeve.

ACP Aryan (panting, eyes scanning the room)

Damn it...

In a split second, ACP Aryan spots the window at the far end of the room. No time to waste. He makes
a run for it, dodging gunfire, and slams into the window, shattering the glass. Without a second
thought, he dives through the window into the air, the wind rushing past him.
The masked men are too late to stop him. He plunges into the swimming pool below, his body hitting
the cold water with a heavy splash.

ACP Aryan (underwater, gasping for air)

I need to get out of here...

He quickly surfaces, still in shock from the narrow escape. The masked men peer out from the broken
window, but they don't dare follow him into the pool. The sound of their footsteps fades as they
retreat inside the house, probably to search for him, but for now, ACP Aryan is safe.

He swims to the edge of the pool, climbs out, and rushes toward the gate of his house, still clutching
the phone with the downloaded video in his hand.

ACP Aryan (breathing heavily, whispering to himself)

This isn't over. I have to find out who’s behind this.

EXT. STREET OUTSIDE ACP ARYAN’S HOUSE – NIGHT

Soaked and breathless, ACP Aryan dashes onto the empty street, limping slightly, phone in hand. His
face is bruised, blood trailing down his arm.

BLINDING HEADLIGHTS appear from the corner.

A small sedan speeds down the road.

THUD!

Aryan is struck. His body rolls over the hood and slams onto the pavement. The phone flies from his
hand, skidding across the asphalt.

The car comes to a screeching halt.

The driver door bursts open—

A young woman, in her mid-20s, panicked and shocked, rushes over.

YOUNG WOMAN
Oh my God! Are you okay?! I didn't see you—I’m so sorry!

She crouches beside him, trembling.

ACP ARYAN (gasping)

Listen… please… pick up the phone… get me out of here…

YOUNG WOMAN
You’re bleeding—

ACP ARYAN
They’re coming. No time. Just… drive.
She hesitates, but grabs the phone and helps him into the car.

YOUNG WOMAN
I don’t even know who you are...

ACP ARYAN (barely conscious)

Then don’t ask. Just go.

The girl slams the door shut and drives off into the dark street—leaving behind the wrecked gate,
shattered windows, and signs of a violent break-in.

INT. MOVING CAR – NIGHT

Rain trickles down the windshield. The road is dimly lit. Inside the car, Aryan clutches his side, blood
soaking through his shirt. The young woman at the wheel is panicking.

YOUNG WOMAN
Why the hell are you bleeding?!

ACP ARYAN (groaning)

Long story. Just drive… somewhere quiet. Not a hospital.

YOUNG WOMAN
(eyes wide)
You’re bleeding out! You need help!

ACP ARYAN
Help is what got me into this mess.

He pulls out his phone, checking the download—complete. He grips it like it’s his only lifeline.

EXT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE OUTSKIRTS – NIGHT

The car swerves off the main road into an old, derelict warehouse lot.

INT. WAREHOUSE – NIGHT

The woman helps him into the warehouse. She sets him down on an old bench and runs back for a
small first-aid kit from her car.

YOUNG WOMAN
What the hell is going on?

ACP ARYAN
(panting)
I found something I wasn’t supposed to.
He raises the phone, showing her the video thumbnail — a paused CCTV frame of the violent attack at
AAR’s mansion.

YOUNG WOMAN
(shocked)
What is that?

ACP ARYAN
Evidence. People have died over this.

He pauses — a faint ping vibrates the phone.

NOTIFICATION: “Tracking signal active.”

ACP ARYAN
(eyes widening)
They’re coming.

INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE – NIGHT

ACP Aryan looks at the phone.

NOTIFICATION: “Tracking signal active.”

His eyes widen.

ACP ARYAN
They’re coming…

Suddenly, he hears a soft click behind him.

He slowly turns.

The young woman is standing a few feet away, holding a silenced pistol, arm steady, expression cold.

YOUNG WOMAN
(quietly)
I’m sorry, Aryan. I really didn’t want it to be like this.

ACP ARYAN
(stunned)
You were one of them?

YOUNG WOMAN
Not one of them. Just someone who didn’t expect you to survive this long.

Aryan subtly shifts, eyes scanning for anything useful.

ACP ARYAN
Then why save me? Why not just kill me back there?

YOUNG WOMAN
(sighs)
Because… you downloaded the last file. I need it. Alive.

She steps closer, gun still trained.

YOUNG WOMAN
Hand over the phone, Aryan. Then you can walk away. Maybe.

A long pause. Aryan clenches the phone.

Suddenly, he hurls it across the room, shattering it against a steel pillar.

ACP ARYAN
Then we both lose.

She freezes. Eyes wide. Then—

CRASH!
A group of masked figures burst through the back entrance.

YOUNG WOMAN
(eyes narrowing)
You brought backup?

ACP ARYAN
No. Did you?

They exchange a shocked glance.

ACP ARYAN
(smirking, blood on his lips)
Looks like neither of us is in control anymore.

The masked men storm in, weapons drawn, ready to strike.

But amidst the chaos, one man quietly steps back from the group. He moves with deliberate calm, his
presence commanding attention.

The young woman, still holding the gun but slightly shaken, notices him. Her face hardens, and she
slowly kneels on one knee, lowering her head with a reverence that suggests something deeper than
just loyalty.

She places one hand over her chest in a ritualistic gesture.

YOUNG WOMAN
(whispers, almost reverent)
Master…

The man speaks, his voice cold, calculated, and full of authority.

MYSTERIOUS MAN
(voice low, commanding)
Take him into custody. He’s of no use to us… for now.

The masked men lower their weapons slightly as they move towards Aryan, signaling a shift in control.
The young woman stands up, her expression now hardened.

MYSTERIOUS MAN
(cutting through the tension)
Don’t make this harder than it needs to be, Aryan. You’ll come with us. Alive.

Aryan, injured and confused, glances around, trying to think of a way out. But it’s clear that his options
are limited.

ACP ARYAN
(snarling)
You won’t get away with this. Whoever you are.

The man gives him a slight, chilling smile.

MYSTERIOUS MAN
You’re already part of something much bigger than you can imagine, Aryan. You’ve been chasing
shadows. It’s time to face the truth.

He motions again, and the men step forward.

MYSTERIOUS MAN
Take him. We have plans for him.

NT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE – NIGHT

As the masked men move toward Aryan, one of them pulls out a tranquilizer gun. Aryan, disoriented
but still fighting, makes a last desperate attempt to break free, but it’s too late.

The dart hits his neck with a soft thud, and within moments, his vision blurs. He tries to stay
conscious, but his body grows heavy. The scene around him seems to distort as the sedative takes
effect.

ACP ARYAN
(weakly, slurring)
Who… are you...?
The MYSTERIOUS MAN walks closer, his face a mix of cold calculation and something more. He looks
down at Aryan, who is starting to lose consciousness.

MYSTERIOUS MAN
(speaking with calm authority)
You’ll know soon enough. Don’t worry, you’re not the first to fall victim to this game.

Aryan’s body collapses, and the men quickly move in, securing him with restraints before lifting him
off the ground.

YOUNG WOMAN
(softly, almost concerned)
Are you sure he’s of any use to us? He's just a man...

MYSTERIOUS MAN
(sternly, turning to her)
You have no idea what’s at stake here. He's more important than you realize.

The masked men drag Aryan’s limp body towards an underground facility, the air thick with tension.
His vision blurs as the effects of the tranquilizer take hold, and he slips into unconsciousness.

INT. UNDERGROUND FACILITY – NIGHT

The air is thick with tension as ACP Aryan slowly regains consciousness. His head throbs with pain, and
his vision is still hazy. He blinks, trying to adjust to the dimly lit surroundings. His body is cold and stiff,
restrained to a metal chair. The sound of mechanical humming fills the space.

Aryan’s eyes dart around, trying to make sense of the situation. The room is bare, with concrete walls,
and several monitors displaying surveillance footage of various locations. A faint green glow
illuminates the screens.

The thick door hisses open.

A woman in black enters, standing at attention.

A wheelchair glides silently into the room.

In it, the Mysterious Man — calm, sharp-eyed, with an unnerving presence.

He observes Aryan for a long moment, then finally speaks.

MYSTERIOUS MAN
You look confused. Good.
That means you've seen just enough to know this world isn’t what it seems.

ACP ARYAN
(straining)
Who are you…? What is this place?
MYSTERIOUS MAN
(smirks)
You’re still asking the wrong questions.
This was never about you, Aryan.
You were just a wandering spark... too close to a fire you couldn't see.

(He wheels closer, the tone growing darker.)

(he with suspicision thinking about aar)

MYSTERIOUS MAN
No… Aar was the person who tried to stop me.
You see, every country has a certain margin on their GDP — rules, ceilings, limitations designed to
keep the balance.
But he was the one who neglected it… and built the country you live in now.

(He pauses, eyes narrowing.)

MYSTERIOUS MAN
In this system, I am the one who should control the game.
The players. The moves. The outcome.
But Aar… he was trying to break the game.

(A hologram flickers to life beside him — a frozen image of Aar, standing tall in the middle of a
bloodied hall, moments before his death.)

ACP ARYAN
(whispers in shock)
He wasn’t just a businessman…

MYSTERIOUS MAN
(deadly calm)
He had the nerve to think he could shift the axis.
And when a piece refuses to obey the rules, you don’t argue…
You remove it — before the board collapses.

ACP ARYAN
You killed him.

MYSTERIOUS MAN
(firmly)
He forced my hand.
He was too close.
Too close to exposing the one truth this world can’t handle.
MYSTERIOUS MAN
(coldly)
He wasn’t just some billionaire CEO.
He was the one man who challenged the natural order —
And for that, he paid the ultimate price.

(The screen behind them now plays the uncut CCTV video — Aar taking on 20 armed intruders in his
home. Then the final moment — when a masked figure plunges the specially made knife into him.)

The man hits a switch. The screen fades to black.

MYSTERIOUS MAN
(softly)
He almost won.
But the game… was never meant to be fair

The room is now deathly silent, the eerie hum of machines in the background the only sound.

ACP ARYAN, eyes filled with disbelief, anger, and confusion, looks directly at the man in the
wheelchair.

He leans forward as much as his restraints allow, voice trembling with intensity.

ACP ARYAN
Who the hell are you?

The Mysterious Man pauses.

A small smirk forms on his lips — cold, calculating.

He slowly wheels closer, the chair clicking softly against the metal floor.

MYSTERIOUS MAN
I’m the reason your world runs the way it does.
The hand behind the curtain.
The balance that keeps chaos from swallowing the planet.

(He leans in, voice low and haunting.)

MYSTERIOUS MAN
To most, I’m nobody.
To a few, I’m a god.
But to Aar… I was the final level he couldn’t beat.

(He sits back, composed.)

MYSTERIOUS MAN
You can call me... the Architect.

A long, tense silence.

Then suddenly, as the weight of everything hits him — the secrets, the symbols, the conspiracy, the
death of Aar — Aryan's eyes widen with horror.

ACP ARYAN
(gasping)
Illuminati...

(He lets out a nervous, breathless chuckle as if trying to deny it, but can't.)

ACP ARYAN
The myths... are true.

The Architect gives a slight nod, unbothered, almost proud.

ARCHITECT
Myths are powerful, Aryan. They let the truth hide in plain sight.
And people?
They never look past the myth — that’s what makes them predictable.

(A beat.)

ARCHITECT
But not Aar. He saw through it. He tried to change the rules.

(Pauses. Then coldly.)

ARCHITECT
So we changed him.

INT. UNDERGROUND FACILITY – NIGHT

The eerie hum of machines echoes as ACP Aryan glares at the Architect, wrists cuffed to the cold steel
chair. The tension thickens.

ARCHITECT (Illuminati leader)

Before killing you... I wanted to show you something.

He raises a finger — a silent command.

The woman in black silently approaches, unlocks Aryan’s cuffs. He stands, rubbing his wrists, wary.

ARCHITECT
Follow me.
They pass through a long metallic corridor, guarded and sterile. Then—automatic steel doors open
with a hiss.

EXT. BARREN LANDSCAPE – NIGHT

They step out into a massive, bleak land — a hidden dystopia, walled off from the world. Spotlights
sweep over hundreds of broken, malnourished people, some limping, some crawling, many begging
for mercy. The ground is dry and cracked. Makeshift labor camps, watchtowers, and drones buzz
overhead.

Aryan stares in disbelief.

ACP ARYAN
(in horror)
What... what is this place?

The Architect, still in his wheelchair, stops just ahead, a faint smirk on his face.

ARCHITECT
The things you see around you — this hell — were made by your so-called Gods.
This... was the place sought since the British era.

(He spreads his arms to the suffering landscape before them.)

ARCHITECT
El Dorado.

Aryan turns to him, confused and shaken.

ARCHITECT
Not a city of gold...
But a place of power.
You see, this wasn’t just found — it was built.
Built by him — by Aar.

A beat. The Architect’s voice grows sharper.

ARCHITECT
It was his prison.
His engine.
His silent factory that fed the illusion of your country’s growth.

(He chuckles darkly.)

ARCHITECT
And now...
It belongs to me.

EXT. BARREN LANDSCAPE – NIGHT

The winds howl across the desolate landscape as the Architect rolls Aryan to the center of the barren
wasteland, where hundreds of prisoners have gathered to witness the gruesome spectacle. Masked
men aim their rifles at Aryan, their fingers twitching, ready to pull the trigger. The crowd’s murmurs fill
the air — the hopeless faces of prisoners watch in silence.

ARCHITECT
(sneering)
Any last words, ACP Aryan?

Aryan looks up defiantly, his eyes burning with unspoken resolve. He chuckles darkly, surprising even
the Architect.

ACP ARYAN
(laughing in the face of death)
If I’m going to die today... let me tell you a fact.

(He looks directly at the Architect, almost amused by the irony.)

ACP ARYAN
How can you believe a person who came from a small middle-class family,
who built this empire...
and you — who has made even the mightiest of men shiver down their spines...
would die so easily?

There’s a moment of stunned silence from the gathered crowd and the masked men. The Architect’s
expression shifts for a moment, puzzled.

ARCHITECT
(mocking)
You still don’t get it, do you?

(He leans in, a dark glint in his eyes.)

ARCHITECT
Aar is alive.

BOOM!
A loud explosion rips through the air in front of Aryan, sending a cloud of dust and debris swirling
across the landscape. The Architect flinches, his eyes widen with shock and confusion.

Through the thick, swirling fog of dust emerges a black luxury car — sleek, powerful, and
unmistakable. It slowly creeps forward through the haze, its headlights cutting through the darkness.

ARCHITECT
(staggering back in disbelief, whispering to himself)
No... No, it can’t be...

The car screeches to a halt, and as the doors open, a figure steps out from within. Aar — the Chairman
of Aar Group of Industries, the supposedly dead billionaire, walks out. His face is stern, his eyes
gleaming with lethal determination.

The gathered prisoners gasp, their whispers filling the air.

AAR
(calmly, almost eerily)
Step aside.

The masked men — who were once so poised to end Aryan’s life — are suddenly frozen, looking at Aar
in shock. Aar moves with purpose, taking a few slow steps forward. He reaches out and grabs a nearby
weapon from one of the guards, his hand steady and controlled.

ARCHITECT
(choking on his own disbelief)
You... You were supposed to be dead!

AAR
(smirking)
You should have known better than to think anyone could kill me that easily.

(He raises the weapon effortlessly.)

GUNSHOTS.

Aar starts firing at the armed men, with deadly precision. Each bullet takes down a masked assailant
before they even have a chance to react. The prisoners watch in awe, as the cold, calculating Aar
eliminates the remaining forces with brutal efficiency.
The Architect, realizing his defeat, stumbles backward, horrified.

ARCHITECT
(in disbelief, horrified)
No... this isn’t possible. You... You’re supposed to be my key!

AAR
(chuckling coldly)
Key?
You must be kidding.

(He steps closer, eyes locked in unflinching hatred.)

AAR
I’m a bomb to your door of dominance — not the key to it.

The Architect stiffens, but recovers with a sneer.

ARCHITECT
(spitting with venom)
You could have lived in exile... like a coward!
You made a mistake coming here.
Who will protect you now?

Suddenly — a group of armed men charge from behind the Architect, swords raised, guns cocked. One
man sprints at Aar, yelling violently.

In one fluid motion, Aar unsheathes a hidden sword — impossibly fast — a gleaming obsidian blade
from beneath his coat.

SHHHINK—SLASH!!

The attacker is sliced cleanly in half diagonally, from shoulder to hip — his body collapsing apart mid-
air with a sickening silence.

The crowd gasps — panic spreads like wildfire.

The other men who were charging suddenly freeze, their eyes wide with terror. They begin backing
away slowly, realizing they’re no match for what just stood before them.
AAR
(slow, menacing tone)
I could kill you right now, Architect.
(He steps closer to the wheelchair.)
But if I kill you... the system stays the same.

(Aar’s voice grows colder.)

AAR
So no.
First, I will kill the system.
And afterwards…
(pauses, then leans in)
...you.

He turns away without another word.

Aar walks over to Aryan, who’s still on the ground, weakened but alert. Without hesitation, he extends
a hand, pulling the ACP up to his feet.

The two men lock eyes — war-forged respect exchanged in silence.

AAR
Let’s end this.

They move together toward the black car — the crowd parting in fear and reverence as they walk. Aar
opens the door for Aryan, then gets in himself.

The engine roars to life. The car reverses, then peels off into the night, disappearing into the horizon,
leaving the broken system and its frightened ruler behind.

FADE OUT.

TO BE CONTINUED...