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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 night was silent, but the tension crackled like a live wire.

The Vipers had set the perfect bait. Now, all they had to do was watch her take it.

Istanbul's underground auction was buzzing with the elite of the criminal world. Smugglers, arms dealers, traffickers—monsters in tailored suits.

But tonight, they weren't the predators. They were prey.

Veer stood in the shadows, eyes sharp as a hawk, dressed in an expensive black suit, blending in with the corrupt elite. Rudra and Zayan were stationed strategically around the auction house, disguised as guards. Karan, hidden in a van outside, had every security feed in the building under his control.

"Still no sign of her," Karan muttered through the earpiece.

"She won't come herself," Veer said coolly. "But her shadow will."

Dressed in an immaculate white suit, he walked like he owned the world. Cold. Precise. Dangerous.

"Target confirmed," Karan whispered. "That's Kamal Sehrawat. Her fixer. Her right-hand man."

Rudra exhaled slowly. "If he's here, she's watching."

Sehrawat moved to the VIP section, a glass of wine in hand, completely unfazed by the chaos the Vipers had been causing in his employer's empire. That meant one thing—she had a backup plan.

"Something's wrong," Veer said, eyes narrowing. "He looks too calm."

Karan's fingers flew across his keyboard. "Wait—holy shit. The auction is a setup."

Before the words fully registered, the doors slammed shut. The sound of automatic locks engaging echoed in the room. The guests looked around, murmurs of unease spreading like wildfire.

A single voice, soft yet chilling, rang through the room over the intercom. A woman's voice.

"Whoever dared to interfere with my business…" A pause. Then a quiet, amused laugh. "I hope you didn't expect to leave alive."

The Vipers had been hunting a ghost.

But tonight—the ghost hunted them.

Rudra immediately took position, his fingers tightening around his rifle. "We need to move. Now."

Karan's voice came through, tense. "They've jammed my access. I can't unlock the doors. You're locked in with them."

Veer exhaled, unbuttoning his suit jacket as he took a step forward. "Then we do it the old-fashioned way."

Zayan grinned, cracking his neck. "Good. I was getting bored."

The room exploded into chaos as masked men stormed in from every corner, their weapons trained on the guests. Not an auction. A slaughter.

They had locked the Vipers inside with them.

And you never see the Viper coming.

Phase 3: The Chase Begins