SHEHER MEIN: BLOOD JUSTICE

Mumbai doesn't care who you're looking for.

Arjun Reddy spent six months hunting his missing ex-wife through the city's underworld - safehouses, buried police reports, a video he watched once and never spoke about again. He told himself she was alive. He told himself that's why he kept going.

He was wrong about both.

"You're a serial killer with a badge," Dhruv said.

"I know," Arjun said. And kept moving.

This is not a story about justice. It's about what a man destroys when he decides justice belongs to him - his team, his conscience, every line he swore he'd never cross. One by one. Methodically. With full awareness of what he was doing.

He found Aahan Rovanshi in Goa on a Tuesday morning. Aahan was having coffee.

He waited on a red laterite road for the police to come. He didn't run.

Three days later he stopped eating.

On the tenth, they found him.

The city remains. The crowd remains. The noise remains.

I remain. She doesn't.

Some hunts end with the body. Some end with yours.