DJshivers

On what should have been the happiest trip of their lives, Arjun Mehra, an ex-military officer from India, travels to South Korea with his pregnant wife Meera for their honeymoon. But in a single brutal moment, their world shatters.

Caught in the crossfire of a violent gang war on the neon-lit streets of Busan, Meera is tragically killed. Arjun, wounded and broken, barely survives. The woman responsible — Ji-Yeon, a ruthless and enigmatic leader of the Black Vipers syndicate — leaves Arjun for dead, never imagining the storm she’s awakened.

Haunted by grief and driven by vengeance, Arjun must rise from the ashes of his loss. Alone in a foreign land and hunted by dangerous enemies, he draws upon his combat training, martial arts mastery, and sniper skills to track down the woman who stole everything from him.
But the path of revenge is paved with betrayal, blood, and buried secrets. In a world where honor means nothing and loyalty is bought in bullets, Arjun must decide whether he’s a man seeking justice… or a monster born from it.

Crimson Vow is a brutal, emotional, and action-packed thriller about love lost, relentless vengeance, and the unbreakable will of a man who refuses to die quietly.

Crimson Vows, Vengeance Runs Red

Seoul shimmered under the early evening lights, the city a restless patchwork of motion — traffic crawling, neon signs flickering awake, and the scent of roasted chestnuts and hot tteokbokki filling the cool autumn air.

Arjun Mehra moved through the streets like a ghost in a city that didn't know his name.

His black coat cut a sharp silhouette against the bustle of college students and office workers, his gaze alert beneath the brim of his cap. He wasn't here for them. His mind was on a meeting scheduled for later that night, a name on his list connected to Ji-Yeon's Seoul operatives.

But fate, as it often did, had other plans.

Seo Hana stepped out of a bookstore near Sinchon, clutching a small paper bag of second-hand novels. The cool air flushed her cheeks, strands of her dark hair escaping from beneath a knitted beanie. She paused at the crosswalk, phone in hand, glancing at the sky already dimming to navy.

"Chae-Rin's gonna kill me if I'm late," she murmured to herself.

The street was crowded, music spilling from shopfronts, streetlights flickering to life.

And Arjun, half-lost in thought, almost passed without noticing.

But as she brushed past him at the crosswalk, that same faint, familiar scent — jasmine and winter air — hit him. Something in his chest tightened, and instinctively, his gaze snapped to her face.

The slight frown she wore when distracted.

She felt the stare and turned, their eyes meeting for the second time since the café weeks ago. For a heartbeat, neither spoke.

Recognition, faint but undeniable, flickered in her expression.

Aryan Malhotra, the mysterious guest assistant from campus.

"Ah… it's you," Hana said, a little awkwardly, offering a polite nod. "From Professor Park's class, right?"

Arjun hesitated a second too long before answering.

"Yes." His voice was steady, deep, with that faint foreign lilt. "Aryan."

She smiled, the kind that warmed without meaning to. "Small city after all."

A soft laugh escaped her as the pedestrian light blinked green.

They crossed together, their pace syncing naturally amid the crowd.

"You live around here?" she asked, glancing sideways.

"Nearby," he replied, careful as ever, though the calm in her presence unnerved him in a way he couldn't explain. "And you?"

"I'm just heading to meet a friend for dinner. Terribly late as usual."

There was no suspicion in her, no guardedness.

Just the quiet ease of someone kind.

And for a brief, dangerous moment, Arjun wished he could be that man — the harmless, passing stranger.

They crossed to the other side of the street, the city's glow washing over them.

"Well, see you around, Aryan Malhotra," Hana said, offering a playful half-wave as she turned into a narrow side street.

Arjun stood still for a moment, watching her disappear into the soft fog rising from street vendors' stalls.

But as he walked into the dark, toward his next target and another name on his list, her smile lingered in his mind like an ache.

A CHANCE IN THE CITY