New Delhi.
The Prime Minister stood near the window of his office, looking out over the city.
His phone rang.
He didn't need to check the name.
He already knew.
"Albert."
Albert answered calmly.
"Yes."
The Prime Minister spoke directly.
"We accept your offer."
"Six billion."
"Full control of the Red Fort project."
A brief silence followed.
Then Albert replied—
"No."
The Prime Minister frowned.
"No?"
Albert's voice remained steady.
"The deal has changed."
The Prime Minister turned slowly.
"What do you mean?"
Albert answered simply.
"Four billion."
The room went completely silent.
"You offered six," the Prime Minister said carefully.
Albert nodded.
"Yes."
"And now I offer four."
The Prime Minister's expression hardened.
"This is not how negotiations work."
Albert replied calmly.
"This is exactly how they work."
He paused.
"The situation has changed."
The Prime Minister clenched his jaw slightly.
Inside his mind—
one thought echoed clearly.
This bastard…
But he had no real option.
The global pressure.
The events of the past hours.
The power Albert had just demonstrated.
He exhaled slowly.
"…Fine."
"I accept."
Albert nodded.
"Good."
The Prime Minister continued.
"Come to my office."
"We finalize everything."
"I will send a vehicle."
Albert answered simply.
"I'll be there."
Later that day—
Albert arrived at the Prime Minister's office.
The contract was signed.
The deal was done.
The Red Fort—
was now under Albert's control.
Within hours—
Albert and his full team stood at the entrance of the Red Fort.
Massive red sandstone walls rose before them.
History.
Power.
Secrets.
Albert looked at the structure calmly.
"Let's begin."
Far away—
in a dark office filled with broken financial reports—
Arthur stood frozen.
"Three hundred billion…"
His voice was barely audible.
"…lost."
His empire had taken a devastating hit.
Markets collapsed.
Assets seized.
Reputation damaged.
His mother stood behind him.
Silent.
For once—
even she had nothing to say.
Arthur's hand slowly tightened into a fist.
"This isn't over."
He turned toward one of his men.
"Send them."
The man nodded.
"Where?"
Arthur's voice became cold.
"India."
"Find Albert."
"And kill him."
The man hesitated for a second.
Then nodded.
"It will be done."
Back at the Red Fort—
Albert stepped inside with his team.
The gates closed behind them.
The ancient walls stood silent.
Watching.
Waiting.
Because hidden somewhere inside this historic fortress—
was the next key to the greatest mystery in human history.
And somewhere in the shadows—
men had already arrived.
Watching.
Waiting.
With one mission.
Kill Albert.