​The engine roared as Ayaan’s black car sped away toward the city skyline. Khushi watched from the university gates until he was out of sight. Behind his back, a different kind of fire was burning in her eyes. Today was the day. Ayaan had mentioned he would be late, and she wasn't going to waste a single second of her freedom.

​Meanwhile, at 'The Syndicate' headquarters, the atmosphere was suffocatingly professional. Armed guards stood at every corner as the most powerful men in the underworld sat around a massive mahogany table. But today, the "Phantom King" was distracted.