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Episode 3: When Deception Becomes Truth
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Scene opens in a dimly lit interrogation chamber.
The walls, bare and concrete. A slow ceiling fan creaks above. Shadows stretch long in the stale yellow light.
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Across a metallic table, Mr. Vaidya sits—composed, but his eyes seem hollow, haunted.
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Yuvaan stands motionless before him. Silent. Still. Gaze sharp as a blade, locked onto the man who once defined his fate.
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Mr. Vaidya clears his throat, voice low and deliberate.
“So... you came back. I thought that fire had burned your memories along with everything else.”
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Yuvaan’s reply slices through the air—controlled, but charged.
“Memories don’t burn, Vaidya. They just... change. They become nightmares.”
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A bitter smile crawls onto Mr. Vaidya’s lips.
“You were my most brilliant asset, Yuvaan. RAW would’ve wasted a mind like yours. I saved you.”
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Yuvaan takes a slow breath, like containing a storm.
“You didn’t save me. You sold me. In exchange for Kiara.”
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Silence.
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The smirk fades from Vaidya’s face. His jaw clenches.
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Flashback Begins:
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Delhi, 2016.
Yuvaan was the golden boy of RAW—an analyst with a mind like a map of chaos, finding patterns in madness.
That’s when she came in—Kiara Fernandes. Rescued from a shadowy asylum during an op gone wrong. A psychiatric patient? No. A cipher. A mystery.
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She spoke in codes, hallucinations woven with logic. Everyone dismissed her. Except Yuvaan.
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Narration (Yuvaan’s voice):
“She wasn’t just a patient. She was a puzzle. And you... you wanted to make her a weapon.”
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Back to present.
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Mr. Vaidya wipes his brow, sweat trickling down his temple.
“Kiara was unstable. You got emotional. There’s no place for emotions in RAW.”
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Yuvaan slams his fist on the table—metal echoes in the silence.
“And there is place for betrayal? You sent me to extract her. But you leaked the location. You sent me to die.”
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Vaidya turns away. His voice cracks.
“She was my daughter, Yuvaan... Kiara was my own daughter.”
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Yuvaan goes still. Like time just cracked open.
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“You never told me... why?”
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“Because there was something between you two. I didn’t want her falling deeper into that world. You were both... broken. Rule-breakers. I just... wanted her out.”
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Yuvaan collapses into the chair, face buried in his hands. Breathing ragged. The weight of a thousand truths crashing onto his shoulders.
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Flashback ends.
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His voice drops to a whisper.
“So that day... in the asylum... you erased her. Her existence. Her records. Her past... all of it.”
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Mr. Vaidya leans forward, opening a metallic briefcase. Inside—an old holo-recorder. He presses play.
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Kiara’s voice echoes from the device—delicate, trembling, yet defiant:
“If you’re hearing this, Yuvaan... I’ve vanished. But the truth is—I wasn’t running from the world. I was running from my father. I wanted to stay with you... but I was weak. Vaidya wasn’t just my father... he was my jailer.”
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Tears sting Yuvaan’s eyes.
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Mr. Vaidya murmurs, almost to himself:
“I lost... as a father, and as an officer. You’re closer to the truth, Yuvaan. But it’s not over yet.”
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Yuvaan wipes his tears with trembling fingers.
“Then I’ll find it. Every layer of it.”
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Vaidya exhales, defeated.
“Your job isn’t done. The CBI wants you. Your name’s been erased from RAW files—but your mind... they still need that.”
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Yuvaan’s eyes narrow like drawn blades.
“I don’t work for anyone. I work towards the truth.”
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Vaidya places a folder on the table.
“Sagam Case. Private asylum in Delhi. Same place Kiara was first rescued. Same place you were sent. Same place... you were meant to die.”
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Yuvaan opens the folder. A photograph slips out. A butterfly tattoo.
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His breath hitches.
“Kiara... or her shadow. It leads back there.”
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Suddenly, a muffled explosion in the distance.
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Yuvaan bolts out of the facility.
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Dark smoke. Sirens. Screams.
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In the chaos, a figure dashes through the shadows.
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Yuvaan shouts,
“Stop! Who are you?!”
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A voice echoes from the smoke—distorted, untraceable.
“A piece of what you’re looking for... is with me, Yuvaan. Tomorrow. 11 PM. Old underpass. Dharavi.”
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Yuvaan stares into the dark.
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A storm begins to rise.
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To be continued...
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