EXT. HIMACHAL PRADESH – EARLY MORNING
The wind carries a winter chill, sweeping across the mist-covered hills.
Sunlight hasn't yet broken fully — it's still blue and silver.
Ahaan Shaikh steps out of a black SUV, wearing a grey field jacket, gloves, and dark glasses. His expression is calm… but unreadable.
He surveys the area — a small village nestled on the hill's curve — with curious eyes.
Behind him, his junior officer approaches with a file.
OFFICER:
"Sir, the intelligence says the package was spotted two days ago near this area. A stolen microchip… still active."
AHAAN (coldly):
"Alive target?"
OFFICER:
"Yes, sir."
AHAAN (nods):
"Then it's our job to make sure it doesn't stay that way."
He walks ahead — boots crunching softly against gravel.
The wind rushes past his collar.
He has no idea.
That somewhere just a few hundred meters away…
Behind the trees.
Above a narrow, winding road.
In a cozy cottage glowing with warmth —
Mahi lives.
And Saif — the man he once hated — is by her side.
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INT. SECRET BRIEFING ROOM – LATER THAT DAY
Ahaan studies a map pinned on a wooden board.
His fingers trace a narrow road labeled "Kasaun Hillview Route".
OFFICER:
"Locals say two outsiders live around this bend. No one's seen them much. They keep to themselves."
Ahaan glances up.
A flicker of something in his expression.
AHAAN (quietly):
"Outsiders?"
OFFICER:
"A man and a woman. Quiet couple. Name not known. We'll get confirmation."
Ahaan doesn't react.
But somewhere in his mind…
a chill he can't name begins to creep in.
Like a shadow brushing his memory.
Like the universe holding its breath.
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