The city didn’t sleep that night.
It burned.

Flames danced over the old warehouse roof, turning the sky crimson and choking the air with fear.

Sirens wailed in the distance, but they didn’t dare get closer.
Police barricades stood like props—meaningless.
The army? Silent.
Because the name no one dared to say aloud…
had finally lost its patience.

"The city is in chaos! Unconfirmed sources report multiple bombings across high-security zones. It's believed the black SUVs spotted near the attack sites belong to the Rathore family. Reports suggest a possible high-profile kidnapping… but no one knows who. Stay tuned with reporter RJ Pari, only on Moonlit Narratives Channel."

SUV One – Precision Strikes

A black SUV ripped through traffic like a bullet through skin.
Behind the wheel was Karan Rathore—calm on the outside, but his eyes were volcanic.

Beside him, Shreya Rathore was locked in with the command center. Her voice sliced through the comms like steel:

"Surround the target in ten. No cops. No noise. If you’re late, you won’t live to regret it."

SUV Two – The Commerce Wrecking Crew

Kunal, Rahul, and Niharika Rathore were armed and speeding toward bloodshed.

“Anyone in our way dies tonight,” Kunal growled.

Rahul was scanning the drone feed.

“Body count’s rising. Beautiful.”

Niharika sat in the back, calmly applying lipstick over a crate of explosives.

“Tell me when to strike. I’ll handle one personally. Slow. Painful.”

“You enjoy that too much,” Kunal smirked.

She licked her lips, smirking back.

“Their screams are my lullaby.”

SUV Three – The Medical Phantom

No syringes. No medicine.

Dr. Shiv Rathore carried only tools—ones that didn’t heal, only hurt.

“Give me five minutes… and I’ll make them beg for hell. I’m Shiv Rathore, not their savior tonight.”

The Techstorm Van – Chaos Engineers

Inside the van, screens glowed in darkness. Fingers danced over keyboards.

Dev Rathore cracked satellite pings.

“They moved her twenty minutes ago. Thought we’d fall for it. Cute. Stupid.”

Kabir deployed drones.

“Fourteen hostiles in the warehouse. But no sign of her.”

Varun was hacking through call logs.

“Someone’s going to slip up. I’ll be listening.”

At the center sat Ananya.
She hadn’t spoken yet.
Her silence was more terrifying than screams.

“If anyone touched her…”

She didn’t finish the sentence. She didn’t have to.
The keyboard beneath her cracked under her fists.

The Rogue – Rishi Rathore

One man. One bike.
A storm on two wheels.

Rishi Rathore tore through the night, his eyes ablaze with fury.

“I swear—if there’s a single tear in her eyes, I’ll make death dance tonight. That’s a Rishi Rathore promise.”

Rathore Palace – The Silent Throne

Silence ruled the grand Rathore Palace.

In the Security Wing, chaos buzzed—but no one dared raise their voice.

At the war table sat Vikram Rathore, the patriarch, flanked by his brothers—Rajat, Raghav, and Aditya. Their fists clenched. Their eyes, lava. Every word from their children’s comms fed their rage.

Across the room, the four queens of this empire weren’t sitting idle.

Sharon Rathore, Vikram’s wife, stared into CCTV feeds with a predator’s gaze.

“Find her. Before this city learns what regret really means.”

Beside her stood Kiran, Meera, and Simran Rathore—women of elegance and fire. Each of them was a goddess forged in war.

The city would burn not just for a daughter…
But for a princess.

And yet—no one knew who had been taken.
And why the entire Rathore dynasty was ready to turn the city into a graveyard.

Comment if you know why the Rathore clan is going insane.

📽️ TO BE CONTINUED...!

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