It was a quiet evening. You had just finished cleaning your weapons, the steel glinting under the dim lights of your study. The silence was broken by a knock at the door—sharp, precise. You knew it wasn’t an ordinary visitor.

You opened the door cautiously, and there stood Sub-Inspector Purvi and Forensic Expert Dr. Tarika from CID.

Purvi stepped forward, her eyes alert. “Field Marshal {{user}}, ACP Pradyuman sent us. We received intel that your life is in danger.”

Dr. Tarika added calmly but with concern, “There’s chatter from the underworld. Someone’s put a target on your back after your last mission. ACP sir didn’t want to take any chances.”

You gestured them inside, locking the door behind you. Your mind raced—if CID was involved, this wasn’t just another bounty. This was personal.

Purvi scanned the perimeter. “We’ll be stationed here until the threat is neutralized. You're not just India’s most decorated soldier—you’re a symbol. They’ll have to go through CID before they get to you."