A few minutes earlier…
Inside the restricted room, N2Four sat huddled on the cold floor, her back pressed against the wall, knees drawn tightly to her chest. Her breathing was jagged, her mind spinning in a violent circle.
What just happened…?
The dim darkness of the room felt heavier than before. The whispers, the horrifying figure from the painting art of a lady, the sudden appearance of that strange woman with bloody eye - it all blurred together in her head.
Pure, cold fear.
Her clothes were slick with sweat. She wiped her forehead with a trembling hand, her pulse drumming against her skull. Was it real? Or was she losing her mind to some elaborate illusion?
A wave of tension washed over her as a figure emerged from the someone shadows, stepping into the dim light of the room. As he drew closer to speak, the darkness fell away, and she realized with a jolt who it was—the handsome man from Rati's room.
Siddharth.
As he approached the waitress, he tried to speak to her. However, N2four didn't reply at that moment. Suddenly, something walked right past her as if she were completely invisible. She stopped a few steps away, her back now turned toward him.
N2four realized then that the lady from the painting had become real. At that moment, a conversation began between Siddharth and the lady.
She didn't understand most of it. Her mind was too shaken to process the words.
But one thing became clear , When the door.
As the moment when creature unlocked it, N2Four didn't think twice. She run out quietly.
Her body felt weak, her mind foggy. When she reached the corridor, she leaned against the wall for a moment, breathing hard.
Her hands were still trembling. She said with worry voice "I need to get out of here. But first ."
She quickly pulled out her phone and dialed the number of the man who had given her the job. The call rang.
Then suddenly- Call disconnected. She said given frustration reation "What the..."
Before she could complete her word , the phone rang again. It was him.
She answered immediately. "Hello.. hello?"
"Yeah, what happened?" the man's voice came calmly from the other side.
Her patience snapped.
"Why didn't you tell me?" she demanded in a shaken voice. "Why didn't you warn me that something dangerous exists in this building?"
There was a brief silence.
Then the man replied, confused.
"Wait… what are you talking about?"
N2Four swallowed hard.
"I don't know what that thing was!" she said, her voice trembling. "I don't know if it was a prank, some kind of illusion, or something else… but I'm not doing this anymore. I'm cancelling the job."
On the other end, the man spoke quickly.
"Hey, hey—wait. Calm down."
"I am calm!" she said with anger. "No, you're panicking," he replied firmly. "Listen to me. I didn't know anything about what you're describing. Believe me, if I had that information, I would've warned you."
She didn't respond. Her breathing slowly steadied. He continued.
"But one thing I do know," he said, his tone becoming serious. "If you complete this job—if you fulfill the customer's request—you'll be completely free."
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
"Free?" "Yes," he said. "No more jobs. No more contracts. This is the last one."
He paused.
"And there's a big surprise waiting for you as well." Silence stretched between them.
N2Four closed her eyes for a moment, forcing herself to calm down.
The fear was still there. But so was her discipline.
Finally, she spoke again—her voice steadier now. "…Alright."
"Good," the man said softly. "Focus. Finish the job." The call ended.
She stood quietly for a moment in the corridor. Then her eyes sharpened again.
She walked toward Rati's room.As the door was slightly open.
Inside, the painting stood on the easel.
The freshly finished canvas. the man holding the shark.
Without hesitation, she stepped inside, grabbed the canvas, carefully rolled it, and secured it under her arm.
Then she slipped out of the room.
Silent and Fast. disappeared into the corridor once more.
Into present,
Footsteps echoed through the corridor.
Slow. Measured. Heavy with a predator's intent. As N2Four seen a person enter the room.
It was Siddharth.
His clothes were scorched, the edges of his jacket still curling with faint wisps of smoke. Water dripped from his hair, matting it against his forehead, yet his presence felt entirely untouched. if anything, it was more suffocating than before. Behind him, two guards stood paralyzed with indecision, while the rest of the squad lay in a tangled heap of limbs around her feet.
His gaze swept over the unconscious men before locking onto her. It was sharp. Unforgiving.
"Ananya," he said, his voice terrifyingly calm. He paused, a dark glint in his eyes. "You look like you're having fun."
N2Four didn't flinch. Instead, a faint, dangerous smirk played on her lips.
"Yes, sir. After a fight, it's the best feeling for me. it helps keep my frustration and fear low," she replied coolly.
The remaining two guards exchanged bewildered glances. Why is she talking to him like they're at a party? And nothing happened.
Siddharth tilted his head, his shadow stretching long across the floor. "Why did you steal the painting?"
Waitress ( n2four) shifted her weight, her eyes cutting toward the canvas roll which is on ground without her head moving an inch.
"That's a boring question, Sir," she said, her voice dropping to a smooth, mocking lilt. "Did you really think I'd just hand over the 'why' that easily? You're going to have to do better than that. Ask me something interesting, if you're capable."
Silence stretched between them, thick enough to taste. Siddharth finally broke it, his gaze drifting lazily toward the men groaning at her feet.
"Alright," he conceded, a dark spark of curiosity in his eyes. "Did you enjoy breaking these guards?"
Her eyes met his no flicker of fear, only a spark of pure, unadulterated challenge.
"Immensely," she whispered. She tilted her head, her voice dropping to a teasing lilt. "Though, if I'm being honest? They're a bit brittle. They really should look into better training."
One of the conscious guards flushed a deep crimson, his jaw snapping shut in humiliation. To everyone's surprise, Siddharth actually let out a soft, low chuckle.
He took a slow step forward, his palms open in a gesture that was half-peace, half-command.
"Fine," he said, his voice dropping to a low, resonant baritone. "Just give me the painting. In exchange, you can name your price. Money, a car, a new life ....whatever it is you want, it's yours. Plus no punishment will given. "
N2Four didn't hesitate. Her hand blurred, her fingers coiling tightly around the pistol.
"Sometimes, money or a car can't solve the problem, Sir," she replied, her voice steady.
He stopped, his eyes narrowing as he studied her. "Alright. By Rising one hand , he said" then tell me ,what is this 'issue' of yours? I want to know exactly who I'm dealing with." He gestured toward her head. "Remove the mask. Let's talk face-to-face. Just give me the painting, and we can settle this like professionals."
N2Four's expression shifted, her eyes narrowing into a look so cold and lethal it felt like a physical weight in the room. She didn't just look at Siddharth; she studied him like a target.
"Sir," she said, her voice dropping to a dangerous, mocking whisper. "Do you really take me for an idiot? Or do you just have a very high opinion of your own luck?"
She gestured with the barrel of her weapon toward the surrounding walls.
"Look around. I know , this room is full of valuable paintings and art. If any damage happens here." She stepped closer, her voice turning sharp. " Then it will give damage effect to your sister's money and your own honor. After that, How will you explain such a loss when the damage affects your art-loving sister property, to Miss Rati? That is why you want to keep your voice calm."
The air in the room seemed to vanish.
Siddharth's smile didn't falter; it merely turned cold.
"Money? Honor?" his voice dangerously calm. "Those are fragile things, Ananya—things I can earn back at any time. But If the time comes where I must justify myself to someone who won't listen, there is only one path left. I'd much rather let my actions do the talking."
Suddenly, The remaining conscious guard, with anger and desperate try to prove himself, lunged forward toward waitress. "Sir, we should...."
BANG.
The gunshot cracked through the narrow corridor. N2Four didn't hesitate. The bullet found the guard's thigh with surgical precision. He collapsed instantly, his scream of agony tearing through the silence.
"Stay back!" She shouted, her voice like a whip. Her grip on the pistol was iron. "The next one won't be a warning."
The air turned frozen. The second guard, trembling with rage and fear, yelled, "Are you out of your mind, girl?"
N2Four didn't even look at him. She kept her weapon leveled at Siddharth's chest. "I am leaving this building," she stated, her tone flat and final. "Clear the way, or start counting the bodies."
Siddharth didn't flare up in anger. Instead, he moved.
He was a blur of motion a predator's grace , stepping back to catch the falling, injured guard before he hit the floor. In that heartbeat of movement, N2Four saw her opening.
BANG.
She fired again. This time, the aim was lethal—straight for Siddharth's heart.
But he didn't duck. His hand flashed upward, faster than the eye could track, intercepting the lead mid-air.
THUD.
The bullet sank deep into the center of his palm.
The guards stared, breathless. Here crimson red blood began to pool in his hand, dripping onto the pristine floor. Warm. Real. Yet, he didn't flinch and didn't even blink.
Instead, he looked down at the terrified guard he had just saved. A faint, serene smile touched his lips.
"That," Siddharth whispered, "was a very close call."
The guard's eyes went wide. Then came the sound that defied logic.
Clink.
The bullet didn't stay. It was physically rejected, pushed out by the sheer force of his biology until it hit the tiles with a metallic ring. Beneath the blood, the skin began to knit together. Skin fibers wove back into place, the jagged hole vanishing in seconds.
No scar, No injury , No sign of the blood.
He flexed his fingers once, testing his grip. Perfect. Then, his gaze lifted, locking onto N2Four with a terrifying, renewed intensity. He didn't shout; he didn't need to. His voice was a low, dangerous crawl.
"Does she truly have a death wish?" he asked.
N2Four's eyes widened, her pupils shrinking with a cocktail of shock and rising dread.
What is he? The question shrieked through her mind, shrill and panicked. This had to be a trick. But as the air shifted, confusion died, replaced by a cold, predatory instinct.
Before her brain could fully process the movement, Siddharth snatched a metal rod from the security guard from ground and hurled it toward her.
The rod stick whistled past her ear, a lethal streak of silver meant to terrify, not kill. The sheer force of the near-miss shattered her composure. Her muscles spasmed, and before she could think, So her finger clamped down. The gun roared again.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
She unloaded the clip, the muzzle flashes illuminating the dim corridor in jagged bursts. "Stay back!" she snarled, her voice cracking with a tension she couldn't hide.
Siddharth didn't even flinch. He raised one hand slightly—a silent, regal command. Behind him, the guards froze like statues. No one moved. No one dared to interfere. They stayed back because they finally understood the truth: this was no longer a tactical extraction.
Slowly. Calmly. Each bullet found its mark—chest, shoulder, side. One even grazed his ear, tearing the flesh away.
THUD. THUD. THUD.
He didn't break stride. Not for a single second. The lead pierced his body, and before the crimson blood could even begin to stain his shirt, the wounds began to knit. The flesh closed in real-time, sealing shut with every terrifying step he took toward her.
N2Four's breathing turned ragged, her lungs burning. "No… that's not possible…"
She kept firing, but the steady precision of a professional was gone. Her hands were trembling now; her confidence was shattering like glass under a hammer. He was a force of nature. Unstoppable. Unshaken. To him, the bullets were nothing more than a mild annoyance. Pain was a foreign concept.
Then, Click.
The deafening silence of an empty chamber echoed through the hall. Her gaze dropped to the pistol.
Empty.
For a fraction of a second, the world slowed to a crawl. N2Four didn't freeze. With a snarl of defiance, she threw the heavy metal pistol straight at his face.
Siddharth reached out, caught the weapon mid-air with casual grace, and tossed it aside like trash. The gun clattered against the floor, forgotten.
But N2Four was already moving.
She lunged, closing the distance between them in a blur of motion. Her body shifted, muscles coiling into a lethal close-combat stance. I have to get out of this building also by taking of that painting, she thought, her teeth bared, I'll break him with my own hands. So that I can get chance to escape.
She aimed a devastating blow straight for Siddharth's jaw, but he moved with the fluid grace of a shadow. A slight tilt of his head, and her fist whistled through empty space.
Too fast, she realized, the air cracking from the force of her missed strike.
She didn't overextend. Her body flowed into the next move—controlled and lethal. She spun, driving a sharp elbow strike toward his carotid artery.
THUD.
Siddharth raised his forearm effortlessly, meeting her strike with the solidity of a stone wall. N2Four's eyes sharpened. He's reading me and looks like he is enjoying the fight and he knows where I'm going before I do.
She shifted her stance instantly, dropping into a low, coiled Silat form. Her center of gravity sank, her movements becoming jagged and unpredictable. Her lead foot slid across the marble floor—then, she exploded.
BOOM.
A powerful Silat push-kick launched toward his sternum. It was direct, precise, and fast enough to shatter ribs. This time, Siddharth didn't dodge. He simply reached out, his hand a blur, and caught her ankle mid-air.
The impact sent a tremor through the dust on the floor. The guards instinctively retreated, the very air in the corridor growing heavy, as if the oxygen was being sucked out of the room.
N2Four didn't panic. Using his iron grip as leverage, she twisted her body in mid-air, swinging her free leg in a brutal, whistling arc a spin hook kick aimed to decapitate. Siddharth released her at the last microsecond, the heel of her boot slicing past his nose close enough to draw a ghost of a breeze but in that moment.
Finally, he saw his opening. He stepped into her guard, his hand moving like a viper to seize her shoulder and waist. With terrifying strength, he heaved her through the air.
N2Four hit the floor hard, skidding between rows of priceless artifacts and gilded frames. She rolled to a stop, surrounded by millions of dollars in art, her breath hitching.
Siddharth stood over her, his silhouette blocking out the light.
"You should consider yourself profoundly lucky, Ananya," he said, his voice dropping to a low, vibrating hum that rattled her bones. "I am fighting but not fully . If I were to use what I truly am... you wouldn't just be defeated. You would be dust."
N2Four hit the marble floor with a bone-jarring thud, but she didn't stay down. One singular, piercing thought burned through the pain: Get out. Now.
Her eyes darted across the room. To her left sat the Rati painting, her prize. To her right, a door stood on the another side of the room .
In one fluid motion, she rolled across the floor, her fingers coiling around the canvas roll. As she scrambled to her feet, she didn't just run; she launched herself toward a nearby pedestal. On it sat a horse idol , worth more than most men earned in a lifetime. With a desperate heave, she sent the priceless artifact hurtling through the air straight toward Siddharth's head.
He didn't move his feet. His hand shot out with predatory reflex, catching the ceramic inches before it shattered against his chest.
He said it's look like you want to play catch catch game .
By the time he lowered the horse idol , the far door was swinging shut. The click of the lock echoed through the silence of the vault. She was gone.
Siddharth stood perfectly still, his gaze fixed on the door. The air around him still hummed with that strange, oppressive power.
The second guard stood frozen, his mouth agape. Siddharth turned his head slowly, his eyes cold enough to draw blood.
"Are you waiting for an invitation?" Siddharth asked, his voice a low, terrifying silk. " bring me that thief. Alive."
As , N2Four burst through the doors, the stolen Rati canvas clutched to her side like a lifeline. Before her, the corridor terminated in a jagged dead end.
At the far end, five heavily armed guards snapped their rifles up, their tactical gear gleaming under the rhythmic pulse of emergency lights. The metallic click of safeties disengaging mirrored the frantic hammering in her chest.
Trapped. For anyone else, this was the end. But N2Four wasn't human—she was a calculation.
Her eyes swept the perimeter: Front. Back. Left. Right. No gaps. No mercy. Her gaze finally locked onto the floor-to-ceiling glass wall at the end of the hall. Three stories up. A drop that would kill hesitation—but she was already moving.
"Stop her!" the lead guard roared. "Don't let her reach the window!"
Too late. With a guttural growl of effort, N2Four seized a heavy oak table. Muscles coiled and snapped as she hurled the massive piece of furniture.
CRASH.
The glass spiderwebbed but held. Without breaking stride, she caught a metal chair mid-air with a pinpoint kick, launching it like a kinetic slug.
BOOM.
The facade exploded. Shards rained into the night like diamond dust as the freezing wind rushed in to greet her. N2Four didn't hesitate. She leaped.
Gravity took her for a heartbeat before her hand snapped to her waist. A hidden mechanism hissed—thwip!—and an invisible wire hooked the ledge above. Her fall shifted into a predatory swing, cutting through the air toward the extraction truck accelerating below.
Suddenly, a shadow eclipsed the moonlight.
Siddharth appear from back coming near to her , He launched himself from the shattered threshold with a silence that defied physics. He reached for her mid-swing, his fingers grazing her shoulder, then locking onto her hair with a violent yank.
The wire snapped. N2Four plummeted, hitting the roof of the moving Shipping truck with a bone-jarring thud. Here she rolled, absorbing the impact, and sprang to her feet as the vehicle move from entrance to the main road .
High above, Siddharth stood on the precipice, staring down at his clenched fist. His hand held nothing but a discarded wig heir , synthetic strands fluttering in the wind.
On the truck, N2Four ripped away the rest of her disguise, letting her real hair whip free in the gale. A cold, relex feel came to her face .
"Too close, Siddharth," he said to a guard go fellow that truck stop that vehicle and catch that girl.
The truck screeched to a halt in a desolate, gravel-strewn lot. N2Four slid out of the back, her boots hitting the ground with a heavy thud. She clutched the canvas roll to her chest, her ribs still throbbing from the jump.
The driver leaned out of the window, his face a shadow beneath a dark cap. "Goodbye, ma'am," he said, his voice strangely final.
Before she could even ask why he was saying goodbye, he floored it. The truck roared away, kicking up a cloud of dust. Seconds later, three black sedans. the security guards men screamed past her, their tires screeching as they chased after the vanishing truck.
She was alone. Safe. Or so she thought.
With trembling hands, she knelt on the cold ground and began to unfurl the edge of the canvas. Her heart stopped. Her breath hitched in her throat, leaving her lungs cold.
There was no man with a shark. No haunting masterpiece of Rati's collection. Instead, a vibrant, peaceful scene of a white horse grazing in a sun-drenched garden stared back at her.
The sudden vibration of her phone against her thigh made her jump. Unknown Caller. She swiped to answer, her voice barely a whisper.
"How was the ride?" a smooth, familiar man voice crackled over the line. "Did you appreciate my help?"
"Help?" she asked, her voice cracking.
"The driver," the man replied with a low chuckle. "He's on my payroll. But enough about that—congratulations. You actually did it. You made the impossible look easy. You really are a one-of-a-kind girl."
N2Four looked back at the horse on the canvas. Her stomach twisted into a knot of ice.
"I appreciate the escape," she said slowly. "But... I think I have some bad news for you."
"Bad news?" The man's tone sharpened instantly. "What happened?"
"It was a mistake," she swallowed hard, her eyes stinging with frustration. "In the chaos... I grabbed the wrong one. This isn't the painting. It's not the man with the shark. It's... it's a horse in a garden."
The silence on the other end was absolute. It wasn't the silence of shock; it was the silence of a predator about to strike. When he finally spoke, his voice was a jagged, terrifying snarl.
"You have no idea what you've just done," he hissed. "Do you realize the magnitude of this failure? Do you have any concept of what you've cost me?"
"I'm sorry!" N2Four gasped, the fear finally breaking through her mask. "I can go back. I'll get inside again, I'll find the right one, I'll..."
"No," the man cut her off, his voice turning cold and mechanical. "Siddharth is awake now, and you've failed me. You were supposed to earn your life tonight, n2four."
His voice dropped to a low, lethal whisper. "I don't reward disappointment. Consider your debt doubled. You wanted freedom?
The line went dead.
Meanwhile, Luv sat at a bustling street-side stall, lost in the pure bliss of a bowl of hot jalebis soaking in thick, creamy rabri. The sweetness was the only thing on his mind—until his phone vibrated with an urgent, high-priority notification.
Luv didn't just use a phone; he lived through the devices he had rigged to bypass security protocols and hijack remote camera systems. He swiped the screen with a sticky finger, pulling up a grainy, high-definition feed.
His breath hitched.
On the screen was a girl video came , by looking carefully he get remember same girl met back in Gurugram. This video or footage from the Artoris Art Gallery where chaos happened. He watched, mesmerized, as she stolen painting and moved with lethal precision, taking down guards .
As he check about the art gallery, from there he get to know a event was scheduled for tomorrow morning.
"Something big is coming," Luv muttered to himself. He stood up, quickly washing the sticky syrup from his hands at a nearby tap. The playful glint in his eyes was replaced by a sharp, focused intensity.
He dried his hands on his jeans and looked toward the horizon. "Let's see if I can find a jet ride in Delhi that can get me to ARTORIS ART GALLERY before sunrise."