Inside Vijay's house… chaos had taken a darker turn.
Bali stood there, staring at the gun lying on the ground.
For the first time—
He looked… surprised.
The same Bali… who laughed in the face of death… was caught off guard.
Everyone in the house stood frozen, confused by what had just happened. But for Vijay and his family, the shock ran even deeper. In the last half hour alone, their world had turned upside down—and they still had no idea why.
But among all of them—
The one who was most shaken… was Savita.
From the moment she had seen Bali, her body had gone cold. Goosebumps covered her skin. Her voice had completely died in her throat.
Because she knew him.
And somewhere deep inside, she knew—
This… this was happening because of her.
Others had started noticing it too. The way Singhania and Bali looked at her. The tension around her. But with everything unfolding so fast, no one had dared to question her yet.
And Savita?
She wasn't thinking about answers.
She was thinking about escape.
Meanwhile, everyone's attention shifted to what had just saved Vijay's life.
A small stone.
Yes… a simple stone.
That had knocked Bali's gun out of his hand.
And the one who had thrown it—
Was Maya.
Om's assistant.
Whenever Om stepped out of the house, he always made sure someone kept an eye on his family.
That someone… was Maya.
She had been watching.
Always.
And the moment she saw armed men storming into the house… she had already reached there silently, waiting for the right moment.
But when Vijay's life came under threat—
She didn't wait anymore.
One precise throw.
Perfect aim.
Gun down.
Life saved.
But the moment Maya and Bali saw each other—
Everything changed.
Both froze.
For a split second… shock flickered in their eyes.
Maya's gaze hardened, something intense burning within it.
And Bali—
Bali looked at her like he had just seen a ghost from his past.
He tried to say something—
But Maya didn't give him the chance.
She charged.
Fast.
Sharp.
Deadly.
Bali reacted just in time, dodging her attack—but Maya wasn't someone who stopped after one move.
She shifted targets instantly.
Singhania's men.
And then—
It began.
A storm of movement.
Maya attacked like a wild cheetah—swift, precise, unstoppable. She locked arms, twisted legs, struck throats, flipped bodies, and moved in ways that didn't even seem human.
Every strike had purpose.
Every move had death behind it.
Within minutes—
Men started dropping.
One by one.
Then many at once.
In barely twenty to twenty-five minutes…
Most of Singhania's men were already on the ground.
Broken.
Unconscious.
Defeated.
And now—
Her eyes locked onto Singhania.
He panicked.
Tried to fight back.
Tried to reach his revolver.
His knife.
Anything.
But against a trained commando like Maya—
He was nothing.
Every move he made failed.
Every attempt collapsed.
And just as Maya was about to finish him—
BANG!
A gunshot echoed through the house.
Everyone screamed.
Time froze.
Maya's body jerked.
A bullet tore through her shoulder.
She stumbled back, pain flashing across her face—but she didn't fall.
Not yet.
Clenching her teeth, she forced herself forward again, determined to finish what she had started—
But she was too late.
Bali was already there.
Right in front of her.
Laughing.
That same cruel, twisted laugh.
"Hahaha… I don't know why, but these days I keep meeting people I want to kill. Jumping around like a wild cat, huh? Now you know your place."
Before she could react, Bali grabbed her hair—hard—and yanked her toward him. His grip was brutal, his jaw clenched as he pulled her face close.
Then his eyes narrowed.
"003… hmm? So the numbers are still alive. What the hell are you people made of? No matter how many times we bury you… you crawl back out. First that 001… then the others… and now the killer herself—003."
Despite the pain—
Maya smiled.
A faint… fearless smile.
And that… scared everyone watching.
But Savita—
The moment the bullet had hit Maya—
Her soul shook.
Her legs gave way.
She collapsed onto the stairs.
Her son rushed to her, holding her up, trying to steady her trembling body.
Meanwhile, Bali pulled Maya even closer.
So close… he could feel her breath against his face.
He closed his eyes… inhaling slowly, a disgusting smirk forming on his lips.
"Damn… 003. They say you're the most interesting among the numbers. Know why, Singhania? Because 003… is known as the Beautiful Killer. She charms her prey with that body… like a heavenly apsara… and then kills them slowly. Painfully. But I have to admit… you are beautiful."
Maya's eyes burned with rage.
Her teeth clenched.
"Bali… if you know that much about me… then you should also know—003 is never left half-dead. Because the Beautiful Killer… always strikes back."
Before Bali or Singhania could even process her words—
Maya moved.
Fast.
From her belt, she pulled out a small blade—
And drove it forward.
Straight toward Bali.
He reacted quickly, trying to dodge—but not completely.
The blade sliced across his chest.
A deep cut.
Bali roared in pain.
"AAH… you bitch! So terrorists couldn't kill you… the organization couldn't kill you… looks like your death is written in my hands today!"
Rage exploded inside him.
Without hesitation—
BANG!
Another shot.
This time—
Her knee.
Maya collapsed to the ground.
But not a single scream escaped her lips.
Not one.
Around her, Vijay's family broke down.
Crying.
Screaming.
Young girls clung to Sharda, terrified beyond words. Sharda shut her eyes tightly, holding them close, while Manoj's daughter cried against her shoulder.
But Bali—
He wasn't done.
Not even close.
He grabbed Maya's hair again… and drove a brutal punch into her stomach.
The impact was so powerful—
This time, a scream tore out of her.
Her body slid back across the floor… blood spilling from her mouth.
The sight was unbearable.
The entire family cried out in horror.
But Bali's rage still burned.
He slapped her hard across the face.
The sound echoed.
Finger marks appeared instantly on her cheek.
And yet—
Half-conscious…
Bleeding…
Broken…
Maya smiled.
That smile—
It made Bali furious.
He grabbed her face tightly, snarling,
"You're still smiling? Let me carve you up with your own knife… then smile for me!"
Maya laughed weakly.
"Not that… I'm laughing because… when they come here… what will happen to you. Pray that 001 and 002 never find out about this… and before them… pray that he never sees you. Because if he does… I don't think he'll even let you suffer."
For a moment—
Silence.
Then Bali's eyes flared with pure rage.
"Even after burning, the rope still twists, huh? Tell whoever you want—I'm Bali! I'm not human… I'm a beast!"
And with that—
He raised the knife.
And struck.