Kabir sat in his small apartment, nursing his bruised knuckles with an ice pack. The confrontation with Ramesh Chatterjee had left him physically drained but mentally sharper. It had been a lesson in power—not just in muscle but in control and strategy.

He gazed at the city lights through his window, the sprawling skyline a mixture of ambition and chaos. Somewhere out there, secrets about his past were waiting to be uncovered, and every step he took with Rajiv Rathore brought him closer to those answers.

His phone buzzed on the table, snapping him out of his thoughts. The caller ID displayed an unknown number. Kabir hesitated before answering.

“Who’s this?” he asked.

A soft, female voice responded, smooth yet firm. “You don’t know me, Kabir Singh Rathore, but I know you. I have information you’ll want to hear.”

Kabir’s grip on the phone tightened. “What information?”

“Meet me at the Park Street Café tomorrow morning at 9. I’ll explain everything.”

Before he could respond, the line went dead.

The Mysterious Meeting

The next morning, Kabir arrived at Park Street Café, a cozy establishment nestled in the heart of Kolkata. He scanned the room, his eyes landing on a woman sitting in a corner booth. She was dressed in a simple black saree, her long hair cascading over her shoulders.

As Kabir approached, she gestured for him to sit.

“Who are you?” Kabir asked, his voice guarded.

“My name is Ananya Mehta,” she said, her tone calm. “Let’s just say I’ve been keeping an eye on you—and on the Rathore Empire.”

Kabir raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Because I know who you really are,” she replied, her gaze piercing.

Kabir’s heart skipped a beat. “What are you talking about?”

“You’re not just some street fighter who happened to cross paths with Rajiv Rathore,” Ananya said. “You’re the rightful heir to the Rathore Empire. The Young Master they’ve been hiding for years.”

Kabir’s mind reeled. He leaned back in his chair, his expression a mixture of disbelief and suspicion. “What makes you think that?”

Ananya slid a small folder across the table. “These documents,” she said, “contain details about your adoption, the orphanage you came from, and the Rathore family’s involvement. I’ve been digging into this for years.”

Kabir opened the folder, his eyes scanning the contents. Birth certificates, adoption papers, and photos of Rajiv Rathore visiting the orphanage where Kabir had grown up.

“It doesn’t prove anything,” Kabir said, though his voice lacked conviction.

“Think about it, Kabir,” Ananya pressed. “Why would Rajiv Rathore, one of the most powerful men in India, take an interest in someone like you? Why would he test you, train you, and bring you into his inner circle?”

Kabir closed the folder, his mind racing. “What do you want from me?”

Ananya leaned forward, her expression serious. “I want to help you. You have a right to the empire they’re building, but they’ll never hand it to you willingly. You’ll have to fight for it.”

“And why would you help me?” Kabir asked, narrowing his eyes.

“Let’s just say I have my reasons,” Ananya said cryptically. “The Rathore Empire has wronged more people than you can imagine. Helping you is my way of evening the scales.”

Kabir studied her for a moment, weighing his options. Trusting her could be a trap, but the documents she had shown him felt too real to ignore.

“Alright,” he said finally. “I’ll hear you out. But if this is some kind of setup—”

“It’s not,” Ananya interrupted. “You’ll see soon enough.”

The Hidden Enemy

That evening, Kabir returned to the Rathore Empire building, the weight of Ananya’s revelations pressing on him. Rajiv had summoned him for another meeting, and Kabir knew he needed to tread carefully.

Rajiv was waiting in his office, his demeanor as composed as ever. “Kabir,” he said, gesturing for him to sit. “I have another task for you.”

Kabir sat, masking the turmoil brewing inside him. “What is it?”

“There’s a man named Vikram Kapoor,” Rajiv said, sliding a file across the desk. “He’s been trying to undercut one of our major deals. I need you to handle him, just like you handled Ramesh Chatterjee.”

Kabir opened the file, noting the details. Vikram Kapoor was a wealthy industrialist with connections to politicians and criminals alike.

“This won’t be as simple as the last job,” Kabir said.

“Nothing worthwhile ever is,” Rajiv replied. “But I have faith in you.”

Kabir nodded, closing the file. As he stood to leave, Rajiv added, “Oh, and Kabir?”

Kabir turned, his hand on the door handle.

“Be careful who you trust,” Rajiv said, his eyes narrowing. “The higher you climb, the more people will try to pull you down.”

Kabir nodded silently and walked out, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. Did Rajiv suspect something? Or was he simply playing a deeper game?

A Dangerous Choice

Late that night, Kabir sat in his apartment, the folder from Ananya on one side of the table and the file on Vikram Kapoor on the other. His path was growing more complicated with each passing day, and the stakes were higher than ever.

If Ananya was right, he had a claim to the Rathore Empire—but claiming it could mean going to war with the very man who had brought him into this world of power.

For now, all Kabir could do was prepare for the task ahead. Vikram Kapoor would be his next challenge, and he would face it head-on.

But deep down, Kabir knew that the real battle was just beginning.