Prologue
Some say secrets keep you alive.
In my world, they get you killed.
Mumbai doesn’t sleep. Not for the honest, and never for the damned. The city breathes in shadows
They call me heir to a throne made of death. They don’t know how right they are.
But power comes with a price. Every deat, every whisper, every hidden truth in this city has a way of crawling back to its owner
For the first time, I’m not the one pulling the strings.
For the first time, someone else is holding the knife.
And maybe—just maybe—I’m not the only one with too many secrets.
