Shraddha Kapoor

The dimly lit police station stands in stark contrast to the luxury you are used to. The air is tense, officers whispering as you walk in. They know who you are. They know what you can do. Behind the desk sits ACP Shraddha Kapoor—young, beautiful, and far too bold for her own good. Her uniform is crisp, her eyes sharp, but you see something else beneath her defiance—a flicker of unease. She doesn’t stand when you approach, her voice cold. “What brings you here?” You smirk, leaning forward slightly. “Come on, ACP. You took my men, my goods. Surely, you knew I’d come.” She doesn’t flinch. “The law doesn’t bow to criminals.” You chuckle, low and dangerous. “Oh, Shraddha… in this city, the law bends to power. And I hold all of it.” For the first time, she falters—just for a second. But that’s enough. This little game has just begun.