A Name in the Dark

The package felt heavier than it should.

Malik walked through Kasab's streets, his mind sharp. This wasn't just a delivery. It was a test. A step toward something deeper.

The address led him to a dimly lit building near the fish market. The air stank of salt and diesel.

A man leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. Scar over his left eye. He was expecting Malik.

"Late," the man muttered.

Malik didn't explain. Just handed over the package.

The man took it, checked the weight, then nodded. "First job's done." He looked Malik over. Judging. Measuring.

Then, he chuckled. "Didn't think Billa's guy would be this quiet."

Malik stiffened. "What?"

The man smirked. "You don't know?" He tapped the package. "You're working for him now. Whether you like it or not."

Malik kept his face blank, but inside, everything shifted.

Billa.

He had heard the name in whispers. A ghost. No face, no proof, just stories. Some said he controlled half of Kasab. Others said he didn't exist.

Malik walked away, his pulse steady—but his mind raced.

If Billa was real, and if Malik was now tied to him…

Then this wasn't just business anymore.

This was a game.

And someone had just placed him on the board.