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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

Gunfire rattled through the auction house like rolling thunder, chaos erupting in every direction. Screams. Shattered glass. The metallic scent of blood thick in the air.

But in the center of it all—the Vipers moved like a force of nature.

"Zayan, left!" Rudra's voice was sharp, precise.

Zayan didn't hesitate. Bang. A clean shot. A masked guard collapsed before he could even aim.

Veer moved forward with slow, unshaken confidence. Every step, calculated. Every bullet, necessary. He didn't waste movement. He didn't need to.

Karan's voice crackled in their earpieces. "Exit's still locked. They've got manual overrides on site."

"Then we take out whoever's controlling it," Veer responded coolly.

Rudra slammed his gun into the nearest enemy's face, knocking him unconscious. "And where the hell is Sehrawat?"

"Running," Zayan muttered, eyes locking onto the man in the white suit, slipping through a back hallway. "Coward."

Veer's jaw tightened. They weren't leaving without him.

They moved like ghosts through the chaos, slipping through the bloodstained corridors. The auction was already collapsing—guests scrambling, masked men trying to contain the mess. But none of them mattered.

The moment they reached the back hallway, two armed men blocked the path.

"Drop your weapons," one of them barked.

Veer exhaled. He hated when people gave him orders.

A sharp, brutal elbow to the man's throat—a sickening crack. The second man raised his gun, but Zayan was faster. He grabbed the barrel, yanked it away, and drove his knife straight into the man's gut.

They found him in a private office, desperately trying to unlock a hidden exit panel.

Sehrawat's hands trembled as he tried again.

Then—the unmistakable sound of a gun cocking.

Sehrawat turned slowly, his breath hitching. Veer stood in the doorway, gun raised, eyes cold. Predatory.

"You don't understand," Sehrawat stammered. "She'll kill me."

Sehrawat swallowed hard. "The Lady. The Phantom. You think you're hunting her, but she's already watching you."

Veer's grip on his gun didn't waver. "Where is she?"

Sehrawat hesitated—then lunged for the emergency button.

A single shot. Between the ribs. Not enough to kill. Just enough to make sure he wouldn't try that again.

Sehrawat crumpled, gasping. Zayan crouched beside him, smirking. "Bad move, man."

Sehrawat's vision blurred with pain, but he choked out a whisper. "You'll never find her."

Veer's expression didn't change. He leaned down, voice low.

A slow, dawning horror spread across Sehrawat's face.

And for the first time—the Phantom had a crack in her mask.

Karan's voice rang through the earpiece. "Boys, you're gonna want to see this."

A security feed flickered on the office screen.

Blurry. Untraceable. But real. Watching them from the other side of the city.

And just before the feed cut—she smiled.

Veer straightened. His jaw tightened.

Phase 4: Breaking the Phantom’s Mask