𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒗𝒊𝒌 𝐱 𝑽𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒋 | 𝟐𝟒 𝐱 𝟑𝟐 By the early 1990s, India had long ceased to resemble a democracy. For twenty-five years, the country had remained under the rule of a single party and a single family. The Union Party; The Brars. Elections continued to take place, but power did not move. Prime ministers changed, governments did not. Opposition dissapered. What was once called democracy was now a Dictatorship no one dared to name. While only one institution continued to resist. The military. Led for generations by families loyal to the nation before the government, it refused to surrender entirely to political control. Among them, no family carried more influence than the Mehrotras. What began as disagreement became rivalry. What became rivalry turned into cold-blooded enmity. Major Veeraj Mehrotra never intended to stand in the middle of it. Until he was made to. After a public conflict with the Prime Minister in power and a failed operation beyond the border, he was accused of treason and abandoned outside the country he had served. Five years later, his release arrives without explanation. Signed by the new Prime Minister. The son of his biggest enemy. Who expect nothing less than him from him.

The country belongs to the Brars. Everybody fears their power. For fifty years, one family has ruled India with blood on its hands and a nation beneath its heel. Away from it all, Kyan has spent his whole life surviving by staying invisible until one reckless afternoon places him directly against the dictator's son The face of a regime. And the start of a madness he would never outrun.