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Veer, Rudra, Karan, and Zayan—four men feared by the world, unshaken by death, and bound by an unbreakable brotherhood. They lived in darkness, playing a deadly game where emotions had no place. But in their past, there was one exception—Avni. She was their light, their anchor, the only warmth in their cold world.

Fate, however, was merciless. They lost her.

Years later, on a mission, a cryptic message from a homeless man haunts them: "One day, you will find what you lost." Then, as if destiny had unraveled a cruel trick, they see her—Avni’s face on a woman they don’t know.

Is she truly the girl they swore to protect, or just a painful illusion of what they once had? As danger closes in and the past resurfaces, they must uncover the truth. But some truths are meant to stay buried…

Will love and destiny bring them together again, or will this second chance lead to even greater heartbreak?

Entangled Bound by destiny Lost in Time

The battle was over. The girls were safe. But for Veer, Rudra, Zayan, and Karan—this wasn't a victory.

It was just another mission checked off their list.

They walked out of the bunker, blood splattered across their clothes, the heavy scent of gunpowder still thick in the air. The burning remains of the battlefield crackled behind them, turning the night sky a deep, smoky orange.

Zayan stretched, cracking his neck. "That was fun. A little close, but fun."

Karan shot him a look. "We almost got trapped inside, and you call that fun?"

"Almost." Zayan grinned. "But we didn't. So yeah, fun."

Rudra ignored them both, his eyes scanning the surroundings. His instincts told him something was off. They had won, but why did it feel like they hadn't?

Still. Silent. Watching the horizon with that unreadable look in his eyes.

It meant something bigger was coming.

As they reached their car, one of the enemy's injured men lay gasping on the ground. He had been shot, barely clinging to life. Blood pooled beneath him.

Veer stopped. His cold gaze fell on the dying man.

The man coughed, forcing out a weak, broken laugh. "You think… you won?" His voice was hoarse, but the madness in his eyes burned strong. "You have no idea… what's coming."

Zayan crouched beside him, tilting his head. "You guys always say the same thing. 'You don't know what's coming.' 'You made a mistake.' 'You're all dead men.'" He chuckled. "Try something original, buddy."

The man's bloody lips curled into a smirk. "Then… let me tell you something new." His gaze flickered to Veer. "You're not the hunters anymore… you're the hunted."

Veer's expression didn't change. But the air around them grew heavier.

The man let out one final, rattling breath before his body went limp.

Karan exhaled. "I don't like that. That sounded... bad."

Rudra kicked the dead body aside. "We'll kill whoever comes next."

But Veer was still watching. Still thinking.

Because for the first time in a long time—he wasn't sure who the real enemy was anymore.

Back at their headquarters, a hidden mansion deep in the hills, the four of them sat in the main hall, the tension thick between them.

Karan was typing furiously on his laptop, scanning data, tracking movements, looking for anything suspicious. Zayan was sprawled on the couch, flipping a knife between his fingers. Rudra sat by the window, cleaning his gun, his sharp eyes flickering between Veer and the night outside.

And Veer—he was lost in thought.

His mind replayed the dying man's words. Not the hunters anymore… the hunted.

A deep voice spoke. Calm. Dangerous. Too familiar.

Veer's grip tightened. He knew that voice.

It belonged to someone who should have been dead.

Someone who was supposed to be buried six feet under.

Speaking like a ghost crawling out of the grave.

"I told you," the voice continued, amusement lacing his words. "You have no idea what's coming."

A warning from Dead