Akamaya

In the ruthless underworld of Mumbai, where bloodlines rule and bullets speak louder than words, Arpan More was born not into life—but into power, violence, and shadows. Groomed to inherit his father’s criminal empire, he rules with silence, strikes with precision, and loves with caution—until a girl named Samruddhi Jadhav ignites the one war he never prepared for: the war within himself.

Samruddhi, an idealistic journalist with a haunted past, is chasing a story that could burn the city down—starting with the More family. What begins as a mission to expose a crime lord becomes a dangerously intimate obsession with the very man she’s meant to destroy.

But this isn’t a tale of love and roses—it's love drenched in gunpowder, betrayal, and buried secrets.

As Arpan and Samruddhi fall deeper into each other, their pasts begin to bleed into their present. A hidden photograph, an unsolved murder, a voice from the dead—each chapter unearths a truth more brutal than the last.

And when love is caught between legacy and justice, between revenge and redemption—every choice is a trigger, and every heartbeat might be the last.

In a world where loyalty is currency and trust is fatal, **can love survive the war of kings and killers? Or will their story end like all others written in the underworld—**with blood on the walls and silence in their names?

Crimson Veins: The Love That Burned the Underworld

Mumbai didn't merely go up in flames—it remembered. Before dawn, the city's conscience was aflame.

Papers yelled betrayal in capitals. Channels played the clips over and over, analysts vomited commentary, and citizens seethed. Demonstrations began from CST to Dharavi. Ministers quit. Police stations were breached. Politician billboards were torched. It was anarchy—and for the first time, truth had ignited it.

In a hospital somewhere on the outskirts of Andheri, Devraj More was unconscious, tubes trailing into his arm. Arpan stood outside the ICU, blood on his knuckles. He hadn't uttered a word since the tower.

Samruddhi was sitting next to him, clutching a cup of unpoured chai. "It's out there now. You okay?"

Arpan gazed at her. "I killed my father. I don't know what that makes me."

She said nothing. Only reached for his hand. He let her.

Inside the ICU, Devraj stirred. Machines beeped. A nurse rushed in. But his eyes never opened. Not yet.

Meanwhile, Karishma stood in the newsroom of Mumbai Mirror. She wasn't hiding anymore. The editor looked like he'd seen a ghost.

"You leaked this?" he asked, voice shaking.

"I gave them what they were too afraid to print," she replied. "Now you'll print it."

She leaned in. "Or I give it to someone who will."

The headline went online at noon: 'The Ledger of Lies: Mumbai's Blood-Stained Dynasty Exposed.'

Karishma saw it go live on screens throughout the city. Her mother's face alongside it. Her name alongside 'Contributing Investigative Author.'

By 3 p.m., ACP Raghav Rao was officially a fugitive. He had disappeared at every checkpoint. His bank accounts froze. His house searched.

"Truth is just the first death. The next one is yours."

"They're watching us," she breathed.

Arpan got out of bed. "Then we make them see what's coming."

That night, the three of them gathered in the basement of an ancient temple along Kalbadevi. Candles illuminated the room. Ancient idols stood by.

Karishma unfolded their last plan.

"Raghav still has connections. Dirty ones. There's a delivery coming in—drugs, guns, money. It's to finance the next government. He's not fleeing. He's rebranding."

Karishma pointed upwards. "Docks. Midnight. Tonight."

Arpan popped a knuckle. "Then we shut it down tonight."

But even as they made their preparations, Raghav observed.

At a downtown high-rise window, he drank whiskey, gaze upon a bulletin board of photographs—Samruddhi, Arpan, Karishma. Red strings. Bullet points. Plans to exit.

He breathed low, "You started the fire. Now burn in it."

Throughout the city, cellphones rang.

Mumbai had turned. For the second time that night.

And the evening hadn't yet started.

Ashes on the Headlines