Vishwa's POV
The city lights blinked below the rooftop.
Vishwa leaned against the railing, watching traffic move like rivers of red and white lights.
His laptop glowed softly beside him.
A file remained open on the screen.
Rajveer Kapoor.
Military record.
Classified mission.
Post-mortem report.
Poison detected.
Vishwa closed the file slowly.
The truth had been buried for years.
But now someone else was looking for it.
Kiara.
He tapped her number into the phone.
The call connected.
"Hello?" she said.
Vishwa smiled faintly.
"Kiara."
Her voice sharpened immediately.
"Who is this?"
"Someone who knows who killed your father."
Silence.
Then she asked quietly:
"And who are you?"
Vishwa looked out at the dark city again.
"Vishwa."
The name hung between them.
The hacker everyone feared.
The man no one could find.
"If you want the truth," he said calmly, "you'll meet me tomorrow."
The line went silent.
Vishwa closed his laptop.
Because this wasn't just Kiara's story anymore.
It was his too.
Miles away, behind a glowing laptop screen, a man watched Kiara's investigation unfold.
And for the first time in years…
Vishwa smiled.