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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

For now, they needed a break—a moment to breathe before the storm.

Veer had made the call. One night. No business, no bullets, no enemies. Just them.

And so, for the first time in a long while, the gang found themselves in their own version of peace.

Zayan leaned back in his chair, arms crossed behind his head, a smug grin playing on his lips. The VIP lounge of the underground club pulsed with music, neon lights flickering in chaotic patterns.

"Damn, this feels good," he sighed, tipping back his drink. "I was starting to think we forgot how to have fun."

Across the room, a group of girls whispered and giggled, throwing glances at him. He smirked, lifting his glass in their direction. Zayan loved two things—guns and women.

Rudra rolled his eyes. "Try keeping it in your pants for one night."

Zayan raised a brow. "Where's the fun in that?"

Before Rudra could respond, Zayan was already on his feet, making his way toward the dance floor like a king claiming his territory.

Karan: The Tech Genius and His True Love

Meanwhile, Karan was exactly where they expected him to be—glued to his laptop.

Sitting at the bar, his fingers flew across the keyboard, hacking into something just for fun. Next to him sat an untouched drink, because the only thing he ever got drunk on was technology.

"Jugnu, show me something cool," he muttered, referring to his AI system.

The small earpiece in his ear responded instantly. "Hacking into the security feed of this club… done. Want me to lock Zayan inside the ladies' washroom?"

Karan chuckled. "Nah. Let him have his fun."

But he wasn't fooling anyone. Even on a break, his mind was always working.

Rudra sat with his glass of whiskey, watching the club with a predator's gaze. Unlike the others, he didn't relax—he observed.

Every exit. Every shadow. Every possible threat.

Veer sat beside him, equally silent.

"You know," Rudra muttered, taking a sip, "I don't get why we're doing this."

Veer didn't look at him. "Because we need it."

Rudra scoffed. "You really think one night of partying makes a difference when we have a war coming?"

Veer finally turned to him, eyes sharp. "It does if you want to survive it."

Because deep down, he knew Veer was right.

Unlike the rest, Veer wasn't here to drink, dance, or play. He was here to watch.

He leaned against the balcony of the lounge, overlooking the club. His people. His brothers.

Zayan was busy charming women. Karan was immersed in his laptop, his world of codes and AI. Rudra was drinking, but still alert—always prepared.

Because even in moments of peace, a king never let his guard down.

A soft breeze from the open window ruffled his hair. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew tonight was temporary.

But for now, he let them have this moment.

Because once the night was over—the war would begin.

A Night off