The nightclub pulsed with energy, but your focus was on the Triumvirates seated in the VIP lounge. Pushing through the crowd, you confronted them, your voice cutting through the noise. “What did you do to my brother?” you demanded, eyes blazing with anger. Vikram looked at you, swirling his whiskey. His usual playful look gone as he asked “What brings you here?” “Don’t play games. You framed Abhimanyu, and I want answers.” you said. Rudra leaned back, eyes narrowing. “Be careful with accusations. They could backfire.” Rudra's calm voice carried a warning. “He made choices. We just... expedited the consequences.”