The Name That Controls Everything

Malik walked out of the apartment, the folded paper burning in his hand. The choice was made.

The streets of Kasab felt different. Or maybe it was him.

He moved through the narrow alleys, his steps firm, his mind clear. He wasn't just another face in the crowd anymore. He had stepped into something larger.

At a quiet tea stall, he unfolded the paper. A name. A location. A test.

He knew what it meant. Complete this, and there was no turning back.

A voice interrupted his thoughts. Raju. "You look different," he said, studying him.

Malik gave a small smile, but said nothing.

Raju hesitated. "You ever wonder who really runs Kasab? People talk about Billa, but no one's ever seen him." His voice lowered. "Some say he doesn't exist."

Malik's fingers tightened around the paper.

He finished his tea and placed the cup down. A quiet decision made.

As he stood, the tea vendor gave him a knowing glance. Malik didn't react, but he understood. The city had already marked him.

Walking away, the whispers followed him.

Billa.

A name without a face.

A shadow that controlled everything.

And as Malik disappeared into the night, Kasab didn't realize one thing.

Billa wasn't coming.

He had already arrived.