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Mumbai. 2:47 AM. The city of dreams is asleep, but the nightmares are wide awake.
RJ Arjun spends his nights in a glass box-a soundproof radio booth perched 30 floors above the chaos. His only companion is the blinking console and the lonely calls of insomniacs. Tonight, a terrified woman's voice crackles through the static. "Kaun hai?" she whispers, her breath syncing with the flickering studio lights.
She says a man is following her. She says he's wearing a 20-year-old uniform.
But when Arjun checks his call log, the number isn't a number. It's coordinates. Coordinates that lead to the Sentinel Tower-a decommissioned phone relay that was shut down after a fire in 2006.
The one where everyone inside died.
Now, the same woman calls him every night. She knows his name. She knows his past. And she claims that she isn't the one trapped in 2006-he is. The signal is coming from inside the studio.
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One frequency. Two timelines. Zero escape.
Tonight, the last call isn't for the woman. It's for him.
"Mat dekho..." - but Arjun has already turned around.