🔥 **SCENE 1 — THE BATTLEFIELD OF MEMORY LOSS** 🔥
🚔 **EXT. DEEP JUNGLE CLEARING — NIGHT**
💨 **Faint smoke rises from two wrecked vehicles—engines still sputtering, tires half-buried in mud. The air is thick with tension, heavy with the scent of burning fuel and blood.**
📜 **Two figures stand at opposite ends of the wreckage—**ARJUN and IMRAN, both injured, breathing heavily, weapons locked onto each other.** Their hands shake, their wounds sting—but their eyes burn with fury.**
🚨 **Neither knows who the other is. Neither remembers their past.**
🔥 **IMRAN (gritted teeth, voice sharp, pointing his gun at Arjun):**
*"I don't know who you are. I don't care who you are. But if you're standing in front of me, it means you're my enemy."*
🚔 **Arjun's grip tightens on his pistol, his legs barely holding him upright.**
🔥 **ARJUN (low, dangerous, full of doubt):**
*"If that's true… then why the hell does my hand tremble when I point this gun at you?"*
🚨 **A tense silence. The jungle hums with unseen danger.**
📜 **The wreckage behind them smolders. A shattered side-view mirror reflects both men—standing, bleeding, ready to end each other.**
🔥 **IMRAN (snarling, pulling the trigger slightly):**
*"Then pull the damn trigger. Because I will."*
🚔 **Arjun exhales, forcing himself to steady his aim. His mind is a void, memories erased—but something about Imran feels wrong.**
🔥 **ARJUN:**
*"You're willing to kill without knowing why?"*
🚨 **Imran's eye twitches. Confusion slips through his rage—but only for a second.**
🔥 **IMRAN (growling):**
*"I don't need reasons. I have orders."*
🚔 **Their fingers tense on the triggers. The air crackles.**
🚨 **Then—a text overlay flashes across the screen.**
📜 **TEXT ON SCREEN:**
**SOME TIME BACK...**
🚔 **FADE TO SCENE 2.**
---
🔥 **SCENE 2 — DONGRA'S PSYCHOLOGICAL WARFARE: BLACK SQUAD FALLS INTO HIS TRAP** 🔥
🚔 **INT. DONGRA'S HIGH-SECURITY PRISON — NIGHT**
💨 **The air inside the concrete chamber is heavy. A single flickering bulb casts dim, uneven shadows across the cold metal walls. The distant hum of electrical currents vibrates through the facility like a heartbeat, eerie and unsettling.**
📜 **Zoya and ACP Vijay Kumar sit tied to reinforced metal chairs, their wrists tightly restrained with industrial-grade cuffs. Their faces—bruised, cut—show the weight of battle lost. Their uniforms, torn and bloodstained, speak of a war where the enemy had prepared better, struck harder.**
🔥 **ZOYA (breathing heavily, voice unsteady):**
*"We don't even know if they're alive."*
🚔 **ACP Vijay Kumar exhales sharply, his jaw tightening. The weight of those words hangs in the air between them. He looks up at the massive steel door—the only exit, sealed shut, guarded by armed mercenaries outside.**
🔥 **ACP VIJAY KUMAR (low, grim, eyes burning with dread):**
*"What Dongra did to them… only one of them can survive."*
🚨 **FLASHBACK BEGINS — HOURS AGO**
🚔 **INT. DONGRA'S BASE — INTERROGATION CHAMBER**
💨 **The room is vast yet suffocating—designed for psychological warfare. Bright surgical lights hover overhead, illuminating the restrained figures of Black Squad—Arjun, Imran, Vijay, and Zoya—all tied to metal chairs, stripped of weapons, surrounded by Dongra's elite men.**
📜 **Arjun shifts uncomfortably in his restraints, his body aching from previous beatings. Imran watches Dongra with razor-sharp intensity. ACP Vijay Kumar clenches his jaw, refusing to show weakness. Zoya, despite her exhaustion, studies the environment, planning mentally for any escape attempt.**
🔥 **ARJUN (growling, straining against his cuffs):**
*"Whatever sick game you think you're playing, Dongra—it won't last."*
🚔 **Dongra smirks, stepping forward, dressed in a tailored black suit, his presence commanding, his aura filled with malice. He runs a hand over his perfectly combed hair, exhaling slowly, enjoying the moment.**
🔥 **HERPEET DONGRA (mocking, casual):**
*"Oh, officer… it's not a game. It's a masterpiece."*
🚨 **Dongra gestures. His men step forward—clad in black combat gear, knuckles wrapped, fists clenched.**
🔥 **ACP VIJAY KUMAR (snarling, shouting):**
*"Don't touch them!"*
🚨 **BANG! FIRST HIT—A BRUTAL PUNCH TO IMRAN'S FACE**
🚔 **Imran's head snaps sideways. Blood spits onto the cold floor. Then—another punch. Then another. The sound of bone meeting flesh echoes through the chamber.**
🔥 **ARJUN (roaring, struggling against his restraints):**
*"IMRAN!"*
🚨 **Dongra watches, amused, as his men continue the beating—Arjun next, his ribs catching the force of each strike, his breath hitching in pain.**
📜 **The air thickens with brutality, but Dongra's real move is about to begin.**
🚔 **A silver tray is rolled toward him—upon it, a syringe filled with a dark, viscous liquid, swirling like poison.**
🔥 **HERPEET DONGRA:**
*"Enough. Their bodies are broken. Let's work on their minds now."*
🚨 **His men step back, leaving Imran and Arjun slumped in their chairs, blood trickling from cuts, breath heavy with exhaustion.**
🔥 **ACP VIJAY KUMAR (voice sharp, panicked, realizing):**
*"What are you doing?!"*
🚔 **Dongra lifts the syringe, spinning it between his fingers like a blade. He steps toward Imran first, gripping his chin, forcing him to meet his gaze.**
🔥 **HERPEET DONGRA (whispering, eerie calm):**
*"You don't need memories to fight, officer. You just need orders."*
🚨 **The needle plunges into Imran's neck.**
🔥 **IMRAN (gasping, choking as the drug enters his bloodstream):**
*"N-no… what's… happening…?"*
🚔 **His pupils dilate. His breathing turns erratic.**
📜 **Dongra steps to Arjun next. The second syringe. The second injection.**
🔥 **ARJUN (body stiffening, voice breaking):**
*"D-don't…"*
🚨 **The drug takes hold. Their memories flicker—erased piece by piece, drowning into darkness.**
🔥 **HERPEET DONGRA (watching them, eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure):**
*"Their minds reset in minutes. No past, no alliances, no morals. Just survival instinct. When they wake up, all they will know is **to kill each other.**"*
🚔 **ACP Vijay Kumar's breath hitches—his worst nightmare materializing before his eyes.**
🔥 **ACP VIJAY KUMAR:**
*"You MONSTER!"*
🚨 **Dongra only smiles. His men drag the unconscious bodies of Arjun and Imran away—toward the jungle's depths.**
🔥 **HERPEET DONGRA (chuckling, taking a slow drag from his cigar):**
*"Let's see who survives."*
🚔 **FADE TO BLACK.**
---🔥 **SCENE 3 — IMRAN AWAKENS: MEMORY ERASED, A MISSION IMPRINTED** 🔥
🚔 **EXT. DEEP JUNGLE — NIGHT**
💨 **The jungle is eerily silent. Faint beams of moonlight filter through the thick canopy, casting ghostly shadows onto the damp earth. The air carries a lingering scent of smoke, blood, and burning rubber. The only sound—a slow, ragged breath.**
📜 **IMRAN lies sprawled on the forest floor, half-covered in dried leaves, his uniform torn, his body bruised from an unseen battle. His fingers twitch slightly. His breath is unsteady, uneven.**
🚨 **His eyelids flicker open. But his eyes hold no recognition.**
🔥 **IMRAN (groaning, voice hoarse, barely audible):**
*"Where… am I?"*
🚔 **He blinks, his vision blurred. The world around him feels distant, foreign. His pulse races, a subtle panic settling into his veins.**
📜 **He tries to move—his muscles ache, his ribs sting, but something stronger than the pain weighs him down.** **Confusion.**
🚨 **IMRAN reaches for his head, pressing his fingers against his temples. A sharp headache pulses through him, as if his mind is fighting something—trying to pull back memories that are no longer there.**
🔥 **IMRAN (frustrated, breathing hard):**
*"Why… can't I… remember?"*
🚔 **He breathes deeply, forcing himself to focus. The ground beneath him is solid. The air is cold. He is alive. But everything else—his past, his purpose, his identity—feels like an empty void.**
📜 **His hands instinctively search his pockets, fumbling slightly. His fingers graze something—a crumpled piece of paper.**
🚨 **He pulls it out. A photograph. A grainy image, partially smudged by dirt and sweat. A face. A name scrawled underneath.**
🔥 **TEXT ON PHOTO:**
**KILL HIM.**
🚔 **Imran stares at the image, his breath hitching slightly. He doesn't recognize the face. But something deep inside him tightens—a flicker of instinct. A command.**
🔥 **IMRAN (reading the words aloud, voice shaking):**
*"Kill him…?"*
🚨 **A flash—an echo of a voice in his mind, distant but sharp.**
🔥 **DONGRA (whispering, distorted, in his head):**
*"Kill him."*
🚔 **His breath quickens. His grip tightens around the photograph.**
📜 **His mind is blank. His past erased. But his hands know what they must do.**
🚨 **He reaches behind his back—his fingers touch cold metal.** **A gun. Loaded. Ready.**
🔥 **IMRAN (exhaling sharply, his eyes darkening):**
*"I don't know who you are. But if this says you're my enemy… then you are my enemy."*
🚔 **The jungle hums with unseen danger. He stands slowly, his legs weak, staggering slightly. His wounds sting—but pain is irrelevant now. He has only one goal.**
🔥 **IMRAN (voice low, filled with determination):**
*"I will find him. And I will end him."*
🚨 **FADE TO BLACK.**
---🔥 **SCENE 4 — ARJUN AWAKENS: MEMORY ERASED, A MISSION IMPRINTED IN BLOOD** 🔥
🚔 **EXT. DEEP JUNGLE — NIGHT**
💨 **The jungle is alive with distant sounds—the rustling of unseen creatures, the whispering of leaves swaying with the night breeze. The towering trees form a suffocating canopy, blocking most of the moonlight, leaving only fragments of silver illumination. The air is damp, carrying the scent of burnt rubber, sweat, and blood.**
📜 **Amidst the wreckage, a body lies still—half-covered in dirt and debris, chest faintly rising and falling. The torn fabric of his tactical vest clings to his skin, soaked in sweat and streaks of dried blood. The world around him is silent, but inside his mind—chaos brews.**
🚨 **ARJUN.**
🔥 **His fingers twitch. His breath deepens. Then—his eyelids snap open.**
🚔 **His pupils constrict as the fragmented moonlight stabs at his vision. His heart pounds against his ribs, his lungs struggling to adjust to the thick air. He tries to sit up, but a sharp pain shoots through his body, forcing him to gasp.**
📜 **His hands instinctively press against his torso—his fingers grazing bruises, wounds he doesn't remember receiving. His mind feels heavy, clogged, spinning into an abyss where memories should be.**
🚨 **But there is nothing. No recollection. No past. Just an overwhelming emptiness.**
🔥 **ARJUN (groaning, voice raw, confused):**
*"What… happened?"*
🚔 **He blinks rapidly, forcing his body to move despite the agony. He shifts onto his elbows, scanning his surroundings. Everything feels foreign, unfamiliar. The jungle. The wreckage. Himself.**
📜 **A flicker of something. A whisper inside his mind. Soft yet sharp.**
🔥 **DONGRA (echoing, distorted, deep inside his head):**
*"Kill him."*
🚨 **Arjun's breath hitches. His pulse spikes. The words feel absolute. Commanding. Unavoidable.**
🚔 **His trembling fingers search his pockets, instinct guiding his movements. His fingertips brush against something—**a photograph.** Crumpled. Bloodstained.**
📜 **Slowly, he unfolds it. A face. A name scrawled beneath it.**
🔥 **TEXT ON PHOTO:**
**ENEMY.**
🚔 **The image is smudged, imperfect—but his gut tightens as he stares at it. A feeling deep within him rises—an impulse, a directive, something buried in his subconscious.**
🔥 **ARJUN (staring at the photo, struggling to process):**
*"Enemy…?"*
🚨 **His grip tightens around the edges of the photograph. There is no hesitation in his veins. No doubt. Just instinct.**
📜 **His fingers drift toward his lower back, his movements sharp, deliberate. They close around something cold—smooth metal. His breath steadies.**
🚔 **A gun. Loaded. Ready.**
🔥 **ARJUN (clenching his jaw, his voice carrying newfound determination):**
*"If this says he's my enemy… then he is my enemy."*
🚨 **The jungle hums with unseen threats. His muscles tense despite the pain, his stance adjusting. His injuries ache—but survival dictates the hunt.**
🔥 **ARJUN (eyes narrowing, voice deep, final):**
*"I will find him. And I will end him."*
🚔 **FADE TO BLACK.**
---
🔥 **SCENE 5 — THE HUNT BEGINS: TWO MEN, ONE MISSION** 🔥
🚔 **EXT. DEEP JUNGLE — NIGHT**
💨 **The jungle sprawls endlessly, its thick vegetation forming a suffocating labyrinth of towering trees, tangled roots, and shifting shadows. The night air is dense with humidity, carrying the faint scent of damp soil, burnt rubber, and blood. A soft breeze rustles through the canopy, making the leaves whisper as if sharing secrets.**
📜 **Somewhere within this vast wilderness, two figures move—silent, cautious, predatory.**
🚨 **IMRAN.**
🔥 **His boots press lightly against the earth, each step calculated, precise. His grip on his gun is firm, his fingers flexing slightly as if responding to an unseen pulse in the air. His breathing is slow, controlled—but his heartbeat pounds against his ribcage.**
🚔 **His mind is blank except for one directive. He doesn't know who he is, what brought him here, or why his body aches with wounds he doesn't remember sustaining. But the photograph clutched in his hand tells him everything he needs to know.**
📜 **A name, a face, an order.**
🔥 **TEXT ON PHOTO:**
**KILL HIM.**
🚨 **Imran's jaw tightens. His eyes flicker across the terrain, scanning each crevice, every movement beyond the trees. His instincts sharpen—he is close. His enemy is here.**
📜 **A sudden snap—a twig breaking. His muscles tense. His finger hovers over the trigger. His breath stills.**
🚔 **Not far away, another figure moves with the same precision, the same intensity. A shadow weaving through the trees, his stance rigid, his weapon ready.**
🔥 **ARJUN.**
🚨 **He slides between the dense foliage, his eyes narrowed, his senses hyper-aware. The terrain is unfamiliar, his thoughts fractured, but his hands act with certainty. His grip tightens around the cold metal of his pistol, the weight of it grounding him in the chaos.**
📜 **Like Imran, he carries a photograph in his pocket—creased, stained, its message unmistakable.**
🔥 **TEXT ON PHOTO:**
**ENEMY.**
🚔 **His pulse accelerates. His mission is clear, absolute. He doesn't remember why—he doesn't need to. He just knows that the man in the image must be eliminated.**
🔥 **ARJUN (low, steady, muttering):**
*"I will find him. And I will end him."*
🚨 **A few kilometers away, hidden beneath layers of secured technology, the mastermind watches.**
🔥 **HERPEET DONGRA.**
🚔 **He leans back in his chair, fingers resting against his jawline, eyes fixated on the multiple monitors before him. The live drone feeds display the unfolding hunt—the cameras, expertly placed throughout the jungle, track every movement, every breath.**
📜 **This isn't just a plan. It's entertainment.**
🔥 **HERPEET DONGRA (smirking, swirling a glass of whiskey):**
*"Like rats in a maze… let's see who cracks first."*
🚨 **His fingers tap against the control panel. The screens flicker slightly, displaying heat signatures, movement trajectories, combat analytics. He watches with amused curiosity as both men unknowingly stalk each other.**
📜 **A fight is inevitable. The only question is—who will strike first?**
🚔 **FADE TO BLACK.**
---
🔥 **SCENE 6 — DONGRA'S NEXT MOVE: CAPTIVITY ESCALATES** 🔥
🚔 **INT. DONGRA'S HIGH-SECURITY PRISON — NIGHT**
💨 **The dim lights flicker overhead. A low hum from electrical circuits vibrates through the metal walls, creating an unsettling rhythm of tension. Dust lingers in the stagnant air—thick, suffocating. The scent of dried blood and rusted chains seeps into every corner of the chamber.**
📜 **Zoya and ACP Vijay Kumar sit restrained, their wrists bound with reinforced cuffs, secured to metal chairs bolted into the ground. Their bodies are bruised, their faces worn from exhaustion—but their minds are calculating, waiting.**
🔥 **ZOYA (quiet, barely above a whisper, voice heavy with dread):**
*"We don't even know if they're alive."*
🚔 **ACP Vijay Kumar shifts slightly, exhaling sharply. His jaw tightens. His eyes burn with restrained fury.**
🔥 **ACP VIJAY KUMAR (low, dark, controlled):**
*"What Dongra did to them… only one of them can survive."*
📜 **The words linger, a cold truth neither of them wants to accept.**
🚨 **The heavy steel doors creek open. A group of armed men step inside, their movements precise, rehearsed. Dongra follows—calm, composed, dressed sharply, his presence carrying an air of absolute dominance.**
🔥 **HERPEET DONGRA (smiling, hands in pockets):**
*"Well, well… I assume you're wondering what happened to your dear friends?"*
🚔 **Zoya lifts her head slowly, her gaze sharp, unwavering. ACP Vijay Kumar doesn't respond—his silence is louder than words.**
🔥 **HERPEET DONGRA (chuckling, walking in slow circles around them):**
*"You see, unlike most wars, this one will not be fought with bullets alone. It will be fought in the mind. I don't need to kill them myself—I have already turned them against each other."*
🚨 **Dongra gestures, and his men step forward, unlocking Zoya's restraints. She tenses but doesn't resist.**
🔥 **ZOYA (cold, defiant):**
*"What now?"*
🚔 **Dongra leans forward slightly, lowering his voice, his tone dripping with amusement.**
🔥 **HERPEET DONGRA:**
*"Now? Now, we move to the next act."*
🚨 **Suddenly—his men grab ACP Vijay Kumar, forcing him onto his feet. Before he can react, they slam a syringe into his arm. A sharp sting. A rush of dizziness. His muscles weaken, his vision blurs.**
🔥 **ACP VIJAY KUMAR (struggling, voice fading):**
*"Damn… you…"*
🚔 **Dongra watches, satisfied, as Vijay's body grows limp.**
🔥 **HERPEET DONGRA:**
*"Take him. We're far from done."*
🚨 **FADE TO BLACK.**
---
🔥 **SCENE 7 — ARJUN'S ASSAULT & IMRAN'S ESCALATION: TOTAL ANNIHILATION** 🔥
🚔 **EXT. ABANDONED OUTPOST — DEEP JUNGLE — NIGHT**
💨 **The jungle base sits in eerie silence. Two tents, two SUVs, and a group of heavily armed mercenaries laughing, unaware that the storm is about to break upon them. Moonlight barely filters through the canopy, casting jagged shadows over crates of weapons and ammunition.**
📜 **Through the thick foliage, ARJUN watches like a predator—wounded but relentless, breathing slow, focused, preparing to unleash hell. His mind is blank except for one directive—eliminate every single target.**
🚨 **THE FIRST STRIKE: SILENT EXECUTION**
🔥 **Arjun moves like a ghost—swift, lethal. He weaves through the shadows, knife in hand, grabbing the first mercenary from behind. A quick slice across the throat—silent death. His pistol shifts—one shot, two shots—another body drops before the alarm can be raised.**
🚔 **The base is still unaware of the slaughter unraveling within its walls.**
🚨 **SECOND WAVE: THE FIREFIGHT IGNITES**
🔥 **A mercenary turns—spots Arjun. Gun raised.**
💥 **BANG! Arjun fires first. The bullet tears through the man's chest—his body slumps against a crate, blood pooling beneath him.**
🚔 **Silence shatters. The base erupts into chaos. Guards scramble for weapons, shouting orders. The two SUVs roar to life, headlights cutting through the darkness, illuminating the battlefield.**
🔥 **Mercenaries fire wildly—bullets shred through tents, crates explode. Arjun moves like a shadow between the debris, dodging gunfire, eliminating targets one by one.**
🚨 **BLADE STRIKE!**
🔥 **A thug lunges—Arjun twists, counters—his knee drives into the attacker's stomach. He grabs a nearby machete, swings—blood sprays as the blade slices clean through. Another enemy down.**
🚔 **His breath is controlled. His vision sharp. He reloads his weapon. The fight is far from over.**
🚨 **IMRAN ARRIVES—THE WRONG TARGET IN HIS SIGHTS**
🔥 **Several meters away, Imran steps into the battlefield—drawn by gunfire, by destruction. His injuries burn, but his mission overrides pain.**
📜 **Through the chaos, he spots a lone figure in combat—moving with deadly precision, taking down mercenaries without hesitation.**
🚔 **Imran's breath catches. His hands tighten around his weapon.**
🔥 **IMRAN (eyes darkening, gripping his rifle):**
*"That must be him. My enemy. The reason I'm here."*
🚨 **FLASHBACK: DONGRA'S VOICE HAUNTS HIS MIND**
🔥 **DONGRA (whispering, distorted, in his head):**
*"Kill him."*
🚔 **Imran snarls, searching for an advantage—and finds it. A crate of explosives, stacked near the base's armory. His fingers wrap around a grenade.**
🔥 **IMRAN (growling, whispering to himself):**
*"Let's see you survive this."*
🚨 **GRENADE LAUNCH!**
🔥 **Imran pulls the pin—hurls it straight at the tents, toward Arjun.**
🚔 **Arjun, mid-combat, spots the incoming grenade. Instinct takes over.**
📜 **SLOW MOTION FLASHBACK—Arjun sees Imran throwing the grenade. His mind screams to take cover.**
🚨 **IMPACT—A BASE IN FLAMES**
💥 **The explosion rips through the camp—a deafening roar, tents and crates obliterated, bodies thrown into the air like ragdolls. Smoke engulfs everything. Fire spreads violently, licking at the metal husks of the SUVs.**
🔥 **Imran doesn't wait—he runs toward the last SUV, jumps in, slams the gas pedal. The tires screech as the vehicle launches out of the burning wreckage.**
🚔 **In his rear-view mirror, he watches the destruction unfold—the inferno consuming the base.**
📜 **Then—another sound. A second engine roars to life.**
🚨 **A vehicle emerges from the fire—a silhouette, headlights cutting through the smoke.**
🔥 **IMRAN (eyes widening, knuckles white against the steering wheel):**
*"No… no way."*
🚔 **FLASHBACK CONTINUES—Arjun, seconds before detonation, diving behind a concrete slab, shielding himself from the blast.**
📜 **Now, in the present—Arjun bursts through the wreckage, his SUV tearing onto the jungle road, his gaze locked onto Imran.**
🚨 **THE CHASE IS ON.**
🔥 **FADE TO BLACK.**
---
🔥 **SCENE 8 — DONGRA STRIKES BACK: THE FINAL ORDER** 🔥
🚔 **INT. DONGRA'S BASE — OLD MANSION — NIGHT**
💨 **A towering structure, once grand, now twisted into a warzone. The walls carry scars from past conflicts—bullet holes, cracks from explosions. The faint hum of security systems, flickering monitors, and distant echoes of tactical radio chatter vibrate through the mansion's stone corridors.**
📜 **Dongra stands in the center of the control room, his eyes glued to the live surveillance feeds. The monitors flicker—images of burning wreckage, destroyed outposts, and two SUVs tearing through the jungle.**
🔥 **HERPEET DONGRA (growling, slamming his fist on the console):**
*"I can't let either of them survive!"*
🚔 **His trusted enforcer, VARDA, a hulking figure clad in tactical gear, steps forward. His expression remains cold—loyal to Dongra's every command.**
🔥 **VARDA:**
*"Orders?"*
🚨 **Dongra exhales sharply, adjusting his coat before turning toward his loyal soldier.**
🔥 **HERPEET DONGRA (eyes filled with fury):**
*"Send the biker assassins. Deploy the army. I want them dead before sunrise!"*
🚔 **Varda nods, stepping aside, speaking into his radio. The words exchanged are coded, ruthless—a storm is brewing in the shadows.**
📜 **Suddenly—FOOTSTEPS.**
🚨 **A figure steps forward from the darkness behind Dongra—a silhouette. A presence.**
🔥 **UNKNOWN WOMAN:**
*"The plan is ready. We are good to go."*
🚔 **Her voice carries an edge—controlled, calculated. The tension in the room thickens. Dongra doesn't turn, but a smirk plays on his lips.**
🔥 **HERPEET DONGRA (sinister smile, looking at the monitors):**
*"Let's begin."*
🚨 **Through the vast mansion windows, massive searchlights flicker on—illuminating the launch pads on the rooftop.**
💥 **ENGINES ROAR TO LIFE.**
🚔 **TWO ARMORED ATTACK CHOPPERS LIFT OFF FROM THE MANSION—HEAVILY EQUIPPED, SLICING THROUGH THE SKY LIKE PREDATORS.**
📜 **On the ground, twenty biker assassins rev their engines, weapons locked, preparing to intercept.**
🔥 **HERPEET DONGRA (watching the carnage unfold from his screen, whispering):**
*"Let the hunt begin."*
🚔 **FADE TO BLACK.**
---
🔥 **SCENE 9 — THE DEATHSTORM UNLEASHED: THE BIGGEST ACTION SEQUENCE IN BLACK SQUAD HISTORY** 🔥
🚔 **EXT. DENSE JUNGLE ROAD — NIGHT**
💨 **The jungle becomes a battlefield—a corridor of destruction where trees bend under the pressure of roaring engines, bullet storms, and missile fire. Dust and debris choke the air, thick with the scent of burning rubber, shattered metal, and blood. The road ahead is no escape—just a deadlier trap waiting to spring.**
📜 **IMRAN tightens his grip on the wheel, his jaw clenched, sweat trickling down his temple. His stolen SUV rattles over the rough terrain, tires barely holding traction as he pushes the engine to its limit.**
🔥 **IMRAN (gritted teeth, his voice sharp with urgency):**
*"He's still chasing me? Why won't he stop?"*
🚔 **Behind him, ARJUN'S SUV tears through the wreckage-strewn path, headlights cutting through the chaos. His body aches, every muscle screaming from combat, but his mind is locked onto one singular truth—he must take down Imran. The mission overrides pain, overrides doubt.**
🔥 **ARJUN (low, eyes burning with fury):**
*"You're not escaping me."*
🚨 **THEN—THE SKY SPLITS OPEN.**
📜 **Two massive attack choppers descend from the darkness, their rotors slicing the air with a deafening roar. Searchlights flood the road, illuminating the two vehicles below—like prey caught in a sniper's scope.**
🔥 **HERPEET DONGRA (watching the chase unfold through his monitors, his voice dripping with malice):**
*"Like rats on a sinking ship. Burn them to the ground."*
🚔 **NEW THREAT: BIKER ASSASSINS ENGAGE.**
💨 **TWENTY HIGHLY TRAINED RIDERS BURST OUT FROM THE JUNGLE'S EDGE, MOVING LIKE PREDATORS, GUNS RAISED, ENGINES SNARLING. THE SOUND OF ENGINES MERGES WITH THE BATTLE ABOVE—A SYMPHONY OF CHAOS.**
🚨 **FIRST STRIKE: BULLET STORM**
💥 **Gunfire erupts, tearing through the jungle—glass shatters, car doors dent, sparks fly like wildfire. IMRAN jerks the wheel hard, barely dodging a shotgun blast that demolishes his rear window.**
🔥 **IMRAN (panting, voice sharp with frustration):**
*"Who the hell ARE these guys?!"*
🚔 **Arjun's reflexes lock in—his fingers steady on his pistol. He leans out of the window, eyes locked onto his first target.**
🔥 **ARJUN (growling, pulling the trigger):**
*"One down."*
💥 **BANG! A biker gets hit in the chest—his bike flips, spiraling into the trees before detonating in a fiery explosion.**
🚨 **SECOND STRIKE: DEATH TRAP UNFOLDS**
💨 **IMRAN SEES THE ROAD AHEAD—BLOCKED. TWO ARMORED SUVS ARE PARKED ACROSS THE PATH, HEAVY MACHINE GUNS LOCKED ONTO TARGETS. THE TRAP IS SET.**
🔥 **HERPEET DONGRA (watching, amusement in his eyes):**
*"Checkmate."*
🚔 **Arjun recognizes the ambush—his mind races, strategizing the only possible way out.**
🔥 **ARJUN (eyes narrowing, voice sharp):**
*"We punch through. No other way."*
🚨 **EXPLOSION ENGAGED.**
📜 **IMRAN REACHES FOR A GRENADE, ONE HAND ON THE WHEEL, HIS FINGERS FLICKING ACROSS THE METAL PIN.**
🔥 **IMRAN (muttering, locking onto the SUVs ahead):**
*"We're done playing nice."*
🚔 **HE PULLS THE PIN—LAUNCHES THE GRENADE DIRECTLY INTO THE FIRST ARMORED SUV.**
🚨 **BOOM—THE BLAST RIPS THROUGH THE BLOCKADE!**
🔥 **FLAMES CONSUME THE VEHICLE, SENDING SHOCKWAVES THROUGH THE ROAD. THE SECOND ARMORED SUV VEERS WILDLY, LOSING CONTROL—THE DRIVER DESPERATELY ATTEMPTS TO STABILIZE, BUT IT'S TOO LATE.**
🚔 **Arjun sees his window—HE ACCELERATES, TEARING THROUGH THE GAP BEFORE IT CLOSES.**
🔥 **IMRAN (glancing through his rear-view mirror, stunned):**
*"No way…"*
🚨 **THEN—A NIGHTMARE ARRIVES FROM ABOVE.**
📜 **THE ATTACK CHOPPERS LOCK ON TARGET—MISSILE SYSTEMS INITIATED.**
🔥 **HERPEET DONGRA (watching, voice like ice):**
*"Erase them."*
🚔 **IMPACT WARNING FLASHES INSIDE IMRAN'S SUV—TARGET LOCKED.**
🚨 **A MISSILE SCREAMS THROUGH THE AIR—LOCKED ONTO HIM.**
🔥 **IMRAN (realizing in horror):**
*"MOVE—MOVE!"*
🚔 **HE SWINGS THE WHEEL HARD LEFT—SKIDS OFF THE MAIN ROAD—THE MISSILE COLLIDES WITH THE EARTH BEHIND HIM—A SHOCKWAVE RIPS THROUGH THE JUNGLE, TREES EXPLODING INTO FLAMES.**
🚨 **ARJUN SEES AN OPENING—WHIPS OUT HIS PISTOL.**
🔥 **ARJUN (eyes cold, voice steady, breath controlled):**
*"Not today."*
💥 **BANG! HIS BULLET TEARS THROUGH THE HELICOPTER WINDSHIELD—THE PILOT STRUGGLES, THE ROTORS FALTER!**
🚔 **THE CHOPPER SWERVES UNCONTROLLABLY—Losing altitude—SPIRALING TOWARD THE JUNGLE FLOOR!**
🚨 **EXPLOSION! THE CHOPPER COLLIDES INTO THE TREES—A MASSIVE FIREBALL LIGHTS UP THE NIGHT SKY!**
🔥 **HERPEET DONGRA (watching the wreckage from his monitors, his expression darkening):**
*"They're more trouble than I thought…"*
🚔 **FADE TO BLACK.**
---🔥
🚔 **EXT. DENSE JUNGLE ROAD — NIGHT**
💨 **The battlefield stretches deep into the jungle—the road ahead littered with wreckage, burning trees, and the smoldering remains of Dongra's assassins. The ground trembles under the relentless roar of engines and gunfire. But now, the chaos starts to fade, leaving only the echoes of destruction.**
📜 **Inside his battered SUV, IMRAN breathes heavily, gripping the wheel with force. His body aches from the relentless firefight, his vision blurred from exhaustion. He glances at the rear-view mirror—nothing. The bikers are gone. The goons are dead.**
🔥 **IMRAN (panting, muttering to himself):**
*"Finally… it's over."*
🚔 **He exhales sharply, loosening his grip—but just as his muscles relax, a blur of headlights floods his side window.**
🚨 **IMPACT WARNING—THE AMBUSH HE NEVER SAW COMING.**
🔥 **A SECOND SUV ROARS INTO FRAME—ARJUN APPEARS FROM THE BLIND SPOT, SMASHING HIS VEHICLE INTO IMRAN'S SIDE AT FULL FORCE!**
🚔 **The impact is brutal—a direct collision at top speed. Both vehicles lift off the ground, spiraling into the air.**
📜 **Glass shatters. Metal twists. The force of the crash sends both men into unconsciousness before their SUVs even touch the ground again.**
🚨 **SLOW MOTION: ARJUN & IMRAN'S LAST MOMENTS BEFORE BLACKOUT.**
🔥 **IMRAN'S POV—His vision narrows, his head slamming against the window, the world spinning before fading into complete darkness.**
🚔 **ARJUN'S POV—His fingers slip from the wheel, his breath slowing, the violent rush of air drowning all sound. His mind fades.**
💨 **The wreckage falls—BOTH VEHICLES SLAM INTO THE EARTH WITH DEADLY FORCE, CRASHING INTO A MASSIVE TREE LINE.**
🚨 **FADE TO BLACK.**
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🔥 **SCENE 10 — ACP VIJAY KUMAR'S NIGHTMARE: A TRAP WITH NO ESCAPE** 🔥
🚔 **INT. UNKNOWN LOCATION — ABANDONED CELLAR — NIGHT**
💨 **The dim flickering of an overhead light casts eerie shadows across the damp concrete walls. The scent of rusted iron, gasoline, and blood lingers in the air. Water drips from unseen pipes, each droplet echoing like a countdown.**
📜 **In the center of the room, a lone figure sits slumped against a metal chair—his wrists bound, his breathing uneven. His uniform is torn, stained with dirt and sweat. His eyes flicker open, sluggishly adjusting to the dim glow.**
🚨 **ACP VIJAY KUMAR.**
🔥 **His pulse quickens. His instincts kick in. He attempts to move—but the restraints bite into his wrists, cold and unrelenting.**
🚔 **He exhales sharply, forcing himself to focus. His head pounds, his vision blurs, but one thing becomes clear—**he is not alone.**
📜 **A dark figure lurks in the corner, half-hidden in the shadows. Watching. Waiting.**
🚨 **UNKNOWN MAN:**
*"You're finally awake, Officer."*
🔥 **ACP VIJAY KUMAR (gritting teeth, voice sharp):**
*"Who are you? What do you want?"*
🚔 **The figure steps forward, revealing a tactical vest—heavy boots—gloved hands. Not a mercenary. Not a thug. Someone worse.**
🔥 **UNKNOWN MAN (smirking, tapping his knife against the table):**
*"What I want… is already happening."*
🚨 **A flicker of movement—Vijay Kumar shifts slightly, noticing something on his chest. His breath catches.**
📜 **Strapped tightly across his torso—**a vest lined with explosives.**
🔥 **ACP VIJAY KUMAR (eyes widening, heart rate spiking):**
*"What the hell is this?"*
🚔 **The figure chuckles, leaning against the rusted table.**
🔥 **UNKNOWN MAN:**
*"A failsafe, officer. Just in case things get… complicated."*
🚨 **FLASHBACK—FAINT MEMORIES—VIJAY'S CAPTURE.**
📜 **Blurry figures. Gunshots. A struggle. Zoya's scream fading into the distance. Then—a needle. A sharp pain. Darkness.**
🔥 **HERPEET DONGRA (voice echoing in his mind, distorted):**
*"Welcome to the endgame."*
🚔 **BACK TO PRESENT. VIJAY KUMAR'S EYES BURN WITH FURY.**
🔥 **ACP VIJAY KUMAR (breathing heavily, his voice controlled but dangerous):**
*"You think I'm afraid to die?"*
🚨 **The figure smirks, pressing a device on the table—a blinking red light.**
🔥 **UNKNOWN MAN:**
*"Oh, officer… this isn't just about you."*
🚔 **FADE TO BLACK.**
---🔥 **SCENE 11 — MEMORY, REDEMPTION & THE LEGEND RETURNS** 🔥
🚔 **EXT. CRASH SITE — DEEP JUNGLE — NIGHT**
💨 **Flames crackle from the wrecked SUVs, their twisted frames casting eerie shadows against the towering trees. Smoke billows into the cold night air, curling like specters above the burning metal.**
📜 **A sudden gasp—lungs filling with air. The faint groan of a body shifting. The crunch of boots against dirt.**
🚨 **IMRAN & ARJUN.**
🔥 **Their hands press against the scorched ground—bruised, battered, alive. Their eyes snap open—anger flashing like fire within them.**
🚔 **Their bodies ache, their minds blurred—but only one thought fills them now. Revenge.**
📜 **Slowly, they push themselves up—staggering out from the wreckage, smoke clinging to their tactical suits. Their gazes lock. Neither speaks. The tension thickens, their breaths heavy, their fingers twitching toward their weapons.**
🚨 **BOTH DRAW THEIR GUNS—POINTED DIRECTLY AT EACH OTHER.**
🔥 **ARJUN (voice hoarse, eyes burning with fury):**
*"You did this."*
🚔 **IMRAN (breathing sharply, gripping his pistol tighter):**
*"I should've killed you earlier."*
📜 **The jungle falls into silence. The wreckage crackles behind them. The two soldiers—former brothers—stand on the brink of the deadliest fight of their lives.**
🚨 **FIRST STRIKE—HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT BEGINS.**
🔥 **Arjun lunges first—a brutal punch straight to Imran's jaw. Imran stumbles back but counters, his knee snapping into Arjun's ribs. The impact forces Arjun to stagger, but his reflexes are razor-sharp—he catches Imran's wrist, twists it violently, and drives his elbow into his chest.**
🚔 **Imran snarls—he ducks under the next strike, tackles Arjun to the ground, fists colliding into his face like thunderclaps. Blood spills into the dirt, but Arjun flips Imran over, locking his leg around his throat, squeezing tight.**
📜 **Imran grits his teeth, struggling for air. His fingers scramble against the dirt—until he grabs a broken glass shard from the wreckage.**
🚨 **IMRAN SWINGS THE SHARD—A SLASH ACROSS ARJUN'S ARM.**
🔥 **Arjun releases the hold, rolling away, gripping his bleeding wound. His breath hitches, but his focus remains unbroken.**
🚔 **Imran stumbles to his feet, wiping blood from his face. Arjun does the same—both standing once more, bruised, exhausted, but refusing to fall.**
📜 **Then—a shift. A pulse of something forgotten.**
🚨 **FLASHBACKS BEGIN—THE DRUG'S EFFECTS WEAKENING.**
🔥 **Scenes flicker in their minds—laughter between them, battles fought together, moments of trust, of friendship.**
📜 **A memory—Arjun grabbing Imran's shoulder, telling him, "We always survive together."**
🚔 **Another memory—Imran laughing, nudging Arjun after a successful mission.**
💨 **Their grips loosen. Their breath steadies. Their eyes meet—not as enemies, but as brothers once more.**
🚨 **BOTH DROP THEIR WEAPONS.**
🔥 **ARJUN (breathing heavily, voice shaking):**
*"I remember now…"*
🚔 **IMRAN (exhaling deeply, realization dawning):**
*"Me too."*
📜 **A heavy silence. The weight of betrayal dissolves. The nightmare is over.**
🔥 **IMRAN & ARJUN (eyes filled with remorse, whispering at the same time):**
*"I'm sorry."*
🚨 **THEN—GUNS CLICK IN THE DARKNESS.**
📜 **Shadows move beyond the smoke—BIKER ASSASSINS EMERGE, WEAPONS AIMED AT THEM.**
🔥 **LEADER OF BIKER ASSASSINS (grinning, locking his rifle):**
*"End of the road, officers."*
🚔 **Imran and Arjun tense, their bodies wrecked from battle, their options minimal.**
🚨 **AND THEN—THE LEGEND RETURNS.**
🔥 **A MASSIVE SPOTLIGHT FLOODS THE JUNGLE—ENGINES ROAR—AN SUV BURSTS THROUGH THE TREE LINE!**
💨 **The assassins hesitate, turning their weapons—too late.**
🚔 **GUNFIRE ERUPTS FROM THE SUV—**BANG! BANG! BANG!** BULLETS TEAR THROUGH THE ENEMIES!**
🔥 **THEN—HE STEPS OUT.**
🚨 **ACP SULAIMAN QAZI—THE GHOST RETURNS.**
📜 **His boots press into the dirt, his coat billowing slightly in the wind, his presence commanding the battlefield. A warrior who was believed to be dead—resurrected for justice.**
🚔 **Imran and Arjun freeze, their eyes wide—emotion flooding their faces.**
🔥 **IMRAN (whispering, breath hitching):**
*"Qazi…?"*
🚨 **SACHIN & SHREYA EMERGE FROM BEHIND HIM—ELITE BACKUP FORCE FOLLOWS.**
🔥 **ACP SULAIMAN QAZI (his voice calm, yet thunderous):**
*"Miss me?"*
📜 **The assassins hesitate—before they even have a chance to react, Sachin and Shreya storm forward—**TAKEDOWNS BEGIN.**
🚔 **BANG! A round strikes the leader—he falls, blood splattering onto the earth.**
🔥 **BANG! Another drops—Shreya twists his arm, slamming him into the ground.**
🚨 **IMRAN & ARJUN WATCH IN PURE SHOCK—THE WAR THEY THOUGHT THEY HAD LOST IS BEING WON.**
📜 **Sulaiman steps forward, placing a hand on their shoulders. A moment of silence. A moment of emotions neither man can describe.**
🔥 **ARJUN (voice weak, shaken):**
*"We thought… you were gone."*
🚔 **SULAIMAN QAZI (smirking slightly):**
*"Not yet, boys. There's still work to do."*
📜 **He turns toward Sachin and Shreya, nodding firmly.**
🔥 **ACP SULAIMAN QAZI:**
*"Take these assassins to the city. I want answers."*
🚨 **Then—he looks back at Imran and Arjun, his expression serious.**
🔥 **ACP SULAIMAN QAZI:**
*"Now, we find Dongra. And we take back Vijay Kumar and Zoya."*
🚔 **FADE TO BLACK.**
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🔥 **SCENE 12 — THE RAID ON DONGRA'S MANSION: BETRAYAL & WAR UNLEASHED** 🔥
🚔 **EXT. HERPEET DONGRA'S MANSION — DEEP JUNGLE — NIGHT**
💨 **The towering structure looms over the jungle—stone walls lined with sniper nests, infrared sensors scanning the perimeter. Armed guards patrol like machines, their movements synchronized, their weapons ready.**
📜 **From the shadows, BLACK SQUAD watches—ACP SULAIMAN QAZI, ARJUN, and IMRAN, each tightening their grips on their weapons. The mansion ahead is fortified like a military base, but hesitation is not an option.**
🔥 **ACP SULAIMAN QAZI (adjusting his jacket, voice steady):**
*"No alarms. No delays. We move now."*
🚔 **Arjun breathes deeply, nodding. Imran wipes sweat from his brow, checking his magazine. The hunt is on.**
🚨 **FIRST STRIKE — INFILTRATION BEGINS**
🔥 **SILENCERS ATTACHED. DARKNESS IS THEIR COVER.**
🚔 **Arjun slips through the jungle edge—his knife glints in the faint moonlight. A patrolling guard turns—**TOO LATE.** Arjun grabs him from behind, slamming his blade deep into his throat. The body collapses silently.**
🔥 **Imran swings forward—two guards near the entrance spot movement. BANG! TWO PRECISE HEADSHOTS—THEY DROP INSTANTLY.**
🚔 **Qazi moves like a phantom—two silenced shots take out the snipers in the watchtower before they realize what hit them.**
📜 **Now—complete infiltration. The mansion doors stand ahead. The air is tense. The jungle is deathly quiet.**
🚨 **SECOND WAVE — MANSION ENTRY & ROOM-TO-ROOM COMBAT**
🔥 **BLACK SQUAD STORMS IN—GUNS BLAST THROUGH WOODEN DOORS!**
🚔 **Guards inside react—too slow. Imran rolls onto the ground, fires upward—BANG! Two drop from the balcony.**
🔥 **Arjun leaps onto the staircase railing, using it to spring into action—gun flashing, bodies collapsing in his wake.**
🚔 **Qazi leads with ruthless efficiency—his shots never miss, his movements precise.**
📜 **ROOM AFTER ROOM—DONGRA'S ARMY FALLS.**
🚨 **FINAL PUSH — CONTROL ROOM DISCOVERY**
🔥 **THEY BREACH THE MAIN CORRIDOR—A HIGH-TECH SECURITY HUB LOOMS AHEAD.**
🚔 **Qazi kicks down the final reinforced door—BLACK SQUAD rushes in.**
📜 **Monitors flicker—maps, city surveillance, encrypted codes—everything Dongra controlled.**
🚨 **But Dongra is gone. The chair in the center still spins slightly. The room smells of expensive cigar smoke—he was here minutes ago.**
🔥 **ARJUN (voice sharp, furious):**
*"We were seconds too late!"*
🚔 **IMRAN (exhaling, frustrated):**
*"Where the hell did he go?"*
🚨 **THEN—A WARNING ARRIVES.**
📜 **From outside, a voice echoes—cold, mocking.**
🔥 **UNKNOWN WOMAN (calling out, sinister):**
*"Looking for Dongra? You're too late."*
🚔 **They turn, rushing to the entrance—ready for another fight. But what they see stops them in their tracks.**
📜 **ACP VIJAY KUMAR—GUN PRESSED TO HIS HEAD.**
🚨 **AND HOLDING THE GUN—ZOYA.**
🔥 **IMRAN (stunned, whispering in horror):**
*"No… this can't be."*
🚔 **Arjun's breath hitches, his grip tightening around his weapon. Qazi steps forward, his expression unreadable—but the weight of betrayal sinks deep.**
🔥 **ACP SULAIMAN QAZI (voice cold, unwavering):**
*"You are the traitor of Black Squad."*
🚨 **ZOYA SMIRKS—HER EYES HOLD NO REMORSE.**
📜 **She tilts her head slightly, her voice laced with venom.**
🔥 **ZOYA (mocking, laughing):**
*"Yes. And our master stroke will begin on the world's biggest celebration day. Eid ul Adha."*
🚔 **The words hang in the air—a declaration of death. Thousands will die. The world will burn.**
📜 **Imran steps forward, fists clenched. Arjun's pulse spikes. Vijay Kumar doesn't flinch—but something shifts in his eyes.**
🚨 **THEN—A SUDDEN MOVEMENT!**
🔥 **ACP VIJAY KUMAR STRIKES—HIS HAND SNATCHES THE GUN FROM HER GRIP!**
🚔 **Zoya stumbles—before she can react, he SLAMS A FIERCE PUNCH INTO HER JAW! She falls back, dazed.**
🚨 **BUT DONGRA'S ARMY RETURNS—AND THE FIGHT ERUPTS AGAIN!**
🔥 **BLACK SQUAD TAKES COVER—COUNTER-FIRE UNLEASHED!**
🚔 **Bullets slice through the air—tables overturn—smoke grenades explode in violent plumes. Arjun rolls behind cover, returning fire—Imran ducks, reloads, fires back.**
📜 **Qazi leads—striking down guards with cold precision, his movements unreadable yet perfect in execution.**
🚨 **ZOYA ATTEMPTS TO ESCAPE—THEY GIVE CHASE.**
🔥 **Arjun vaults over debris, sprinting after her. Imran flanks left—cornering her against the burning hallway.**
🚔 **BANG! BANG! She fires wildly—but misses. Arjun catches her arm—twists—DISARMS HER!**
🔥 **IMRAN (breathing hard, glaring at her):**
*"You betrayed us!"*
🚔 **Arjun locks her wrists behind her back—her escape is over.**
🚨 **THEN—FROM ABOVE—A DEAFENING SOUND.**
🔥 **BLACK SQUAD HELICOPTERS DESCEND—REINFORCEMENTS ARRIVE!**
🚔 **SEARCHLIGHTS FLOOD THE MANSION—DOZENS OF BLACK SQUAD SOLDIERS RAPPEL DOWN—THE FINAL CONTROL IS BACK IN THEIR HANDS.**
📜 **Qazi steps forward, surveying the wreckage. Then—he turns to Zoya. His gaze is unreadable.**
🔥 **ACP SULAIMAN QAZI (cold, decisive):**
*"Tell me everything. Right now."*
🚔 **FADE TO BLACK.**
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🔥 **SCENE 13 — THE FINAL REVELATION: TIME RUNS OUT** 🔥
🚔 **INT. BLACK SQUAD HELICOPTER — MID-AIR — NIGHT**
💨 **The helicopter blades slice through the sky, the cabin filled with tense silence. The jungle below fades into darkness as Black Squad speeds toward their next mission.**
📜 **Sitting between two armed officers, ZOYA glares forward, her wrists secured with reinforced cuffs. Her once-loyal eyes now burn with defiance—no remorse, no hesitation. Her betrayal is complete.**
🚨 **Across from her, ACP SULAIMAN QAZI, ARJUN, and IMRAN sit in silence, the weight of the moment pressing onto their shoulders.**
🔥 **ACP SULAIMAN QAZI (voice firm, unyielding):**
*"Start talking. Now."*
🚔 **Zoya exhales slowly, her lips curling into a smirk.**
📜 **ARJUN grips his weapon tighter, watching her carefully. IMRAN's knuckles whiten against the grip of his pistol. The anger remains. The shock remains. But they need answers.**
🚨 **ZOYA (calm, mocking):**
*"It's too late, Qazi. You think you've won just because you arrested me? Dongra is always ten steps ahead."*
🔥 **IMRAN (growling, leaning forward):**
*"Tell us what he's planning!"*
🚔 **Zoya chuckles softly, shaking her head. Then—the words spill, dripping with poison.**
🔥 **ZOYA:**
*"Eid ul Adha. That's when it happens. The world celebrates, the streets flood with people, the prayers rise to the skies—and then the slaughter begins."*
📜 **Her voice hangs in the air—every syllable laced with intent.**
🚨 **ARJUN (eyes darkening, his voice low):**
*"You planned a massacre?"*
🔥 **ZOYA (smirking, leaning back against the seat):**
*"Dongra planned it. I executed it. Thousands will die before sunrise."*
🚔 **Silence. Heavy. Suffocating. Then—**
📜 **Vijay Kumar, still bruised from his ordeal, steps forward, his fists clenched, his breath uneven. He stares at Zoya—not as an officer, but as someone betrayed by his own.**
🔥 **ACP VIJAY KUMAR (voice shaking, restrained fury):**
*"How did we not see it?"*
🚨 **ZOYA (eyes gleaming with pride):**
*"You never saw it because you never thought it was possible. You believed in loyalty, in friendship, in unity. But war doesn't care about loyalty."*
🔥 **QAZI slams the table, his patience exhausted.**
🚔 **ACP SULAIMAN QAZI (voice sharp, cutting through the tension):**
*"Where is Dongra now?"*
📜 **Zoya exhales, tilting her head, studying them like a predator observing prey. Then—she grins.**
🔥 **ZOYA:**
*"You won't find him. But he'll find you."*
🚨 **FADE TO BLACK.**
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🔥 **SCENE 14 — DONGRA STRIKES BACK: THE FINAL MESSAGE** 🔥
🚔 **INT. UNKNOWN LOCATION — HERPEET DONGRA'S SAFEHOUSE — NIGHT**
💨 **The room is dim, lit only by the eerie glow of multiple monitors displaying real-time surveillance feeds. Across the screens—live footage of Black Squad's movements, flashing red markers over key locations. A countdown timer ticks slowly in the corner.**
📜 **DONGRA sits at the head of a long table, a cigar resting between his fingers. His expression is unreadable, his eyes locked onto the screen showing the captured Zoya inside Black Squad's helicopter.**
🔥 **HERPEET DONGRA (smirking, voice calm, sinister):**
*"So predictable. You really thought taking her would stop me?"*
🚔 **His right-hand enforcer, VARDA, stands beside him—arms crossed, waiting for orders. The tension in the room thickens.**
🚨 **VARDA (gruff, measured):**
*"They'll come for you, sir."*
🔥 **HERPEET DONGRA (exhaling smoke, amused):**
*"I'm counting on it."*
📜 **His fingers dance over the keyboard—one command, one message typed, ready to send.**
🚨 **MESSAGE: "BLACK SQUAD, YOU THINK YOU'VE WON. YOU HAVEN'T. THE CLOCK IS SET. THE NIGHT OF EID UL ADHA WILL BE YOUR FINAL FAILURE."**
🔥 **HE PRESSES 'SEND'—THE MESSAGE DISSEMINATES.**
🚔 **Black Squad's headquarters. Government servers. The world's major cities. Every intelligence unit tracking him—now warned.**
📜 **Dongra leans back, sipping his whiskey, watching as chaos slowly begins to unfold.**
🔥 **HERPEET DONGRA (muttering, dark, satisfied):**
*"Let's begin the endgame."*
🚔 **FADE TO BLACK.**
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🔥 **SCENE 15 — THE FINAL CHALLENGE: THE HUNT LEADS TO ISTANBUL** 🔥
🚔 **INT. BLACK SQUAD HELICOPTER — MID-AIR — NIGHT**
💨 **The helicopter cuts through the sky, its blades roaring against the wind. Inside the cabin, silence reigns—except for the faint hum of radio chatter and the rhythmic breathing of the warriors within. The weight of Zoya's betrayal still lingers, thick like smoke in the air.**
📜 **ACP SULAIMAN QAZI sits with his arms crossed, his mind racing. Across from him, ARJUN and IMRAN exchange tense glances. They won the battle at the mansion—but the war is far from over.**
🚨 **THEN—A PHONE RINGS.**
🔥 **A PRIVATE LINE. DONGRA.**
🚔 **Qazi hesitates for only a second before answering. The others watch, the tension tightening their muscles. A distorted voice comes through—smooth, mocking, confident.**
🔥 **HERPEET DONGRA:**
*"Still chasing shadows, Qazi?"*
📜 **Qazi exhales sharply, gripping the phone tighter.**
🔥 **ACP SULAIMAN QAZI (voice calm but dangerous):**
*"You're running out of places to hide."*
🚔 **Dongra chuckles, the amusement evident in his tone.**
🔥 **HERPEET DONGRA:**
*"You always assume I'm hiding. But this time, I'm waiting."*
🚨 **A brief silence. Then, the words drop—a revelation that shifts everything.**
🔥 **HERPEET DONGRA (voice sharp, deliberate):**
*"If you want to save the innocent, if you want to stop what's coming—catch me."*
🚔 **IMRAN leans forward, listening closely. Arjun tightens his grip on his pistol. The challenge has been set—but where?**
🚨 **THEN—THE LOCATION IS DROPPED LIKE A BOMB.**
🔥 **HERPEET DONGRA:**
*"Welcome to the land of Muslims, ACP. Welcome to Istanbul, Turkey."*
🚔 **The line goes dead.**
📜 **For a moment, no one speaks. Then—Qazi leans forward, looking straight at his team. His voice is steady, but his eyes burn with determination.**
🔥 **ACP SULAIMAN QAZI:**
*"Prepare for international pursuit. We move now."*
🚔 **FADE TO BLACK.**
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🔥 **EPISODE 150 — THE CONCLUSION: SHADOWS OF BETRAYAL, THE CALL TO WAR** 🔥
🚔 **BLACK SQUAD HELICOPTER — SOARING OVER THE NIGHT SKY**
💨 **The hum of the rotors echoes in their ears. A victory was won, but a greater war looms ahead. The betrayal, the massacre plan, the challenge—everything converges toward Istanbul.**
📜 **ACP SULAIMAN QAZI stares at the city lights below, gripping the edge of the cabin door. Imran and Arjun sit across from him, bruised, exhausted, but resolute. Their mission has changed—it's no longer just about stopping Dongra. It's about saving thousands of lives before Eid ul Adha turns into bloodshed.**
🔥 **IMRAN (exhaling, looking toward Qazi):**
*"Do you trust her words?"*
🚔 **ACP SULAIMAN QAZI (eyes sharp, voice steady):**
*"I trust her betrayal. That means we cannot waste time."*
📜 **Arjun checks his firearm, thoughts racing—memories of Zoya, of battles fought together, now tainted with deceit. He breathes deeply.**
🔥 **ARJUN (clenching jaw, eyes burning with resolve):**
*"We find Dongra. We end this."*
🚨 **THE HELICOPTER SPEEDS INTO THE NIGHT—NEXT STOP, ISTANBUL.**
🚔 **FADE TO BLACK — END OF EPISODE 150.**
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