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

"Other people disappear into exile. Other people disappear into myth. But what if the world is not yet finished with you?"

Location: Sikkim border – 3 Weeks Later

Arpan had on a tattered beanie, a worn-out shawl, and silence.

Samruddhi, strolling by his side, had long since stopped asking him where they were headed.

They were no longer Arpan More and Samruddhi Jadhav.

They were mere ghosts who wanted to erase they ever breathed fire.

Burned all the traces. Bribed officials. Created new identities, passports.

"You've set in motion something larger than underworld collapse," she had cautioned.

"You've pulled the curtain off the gods."

"Whatever you do… don't come back.

Because if the world finds you, it won't forgive you."

Present – Remote Village, Himalayas

They settled into a stone house carved into the side of a cliff.

Locals knew them only as Ravi and Shanti—quiet, kind, private.

They helped fix roofs. Clean temples. Milk goats.

Every day, they bled themselves of the city.

Of a little boy crying as a city collapsed.

Unknown to them, a pirate signal ran through Mumbai's underground network.

"They disappeared… but we do remember.

Arpan More wasn't the demon. He was the matchstick.

And Samruddhi Jadhav? She never was a journalist. She was the story we weren't permitted to read."

"But here's what no one's saying… They didn't kill the underworld.

Scene: Intelligence Bureau, Delhi – Black Site

Karishma now worked with a different identity.

She intercepted a hit list leaked by a renegade handler.

Karishma whispered to herself, "They're not done."

A monk approached Arpan in the middle of his morning prayer.

"You were not born for silence," he told him.

"Silence is a choice. But sometimes… silence is the greatest noise."

That night, Samruddhi saw Arpan gazing at the stars.

"You ever wonder if the fire's still in us?" she asked.

A handful of children sat in a circle.

One of them clutched a photograph.

A woman's voice called out behind them.

"You want to know who set the kingdom on fire?"

"They freed you," she told him. "Now get used to using it."

Final Scene – Himalayan Storm Nears

A locked package is pushed through the door of Arpan and Samruddhi's isolated hut.

But the last page isn't written yet.

Samruddhi spoke in a whisper, "We were never supposed to disappear."

"No. We were supposed to complete what no one else had the guts to begin."

The Disappearance Protocol