Without wasting another second—
Vivek left the police station.
His mind clear.
Focused.
Within minutes—
he reached Gitanjali Society.
The officers were already waiting.
"Sir," one of them stepped forward.
"We've secured the cameras."
Vivek nodded.
And took both devices in his hand.
Examining them carefully.
Silent.
Thinking.
Because now—
every piece mattered.
He looked up.
His expression serious.
"Listen carefully," he said.
All officers stood alert.
"Himanshi's husband is involved."
Silence.
Shock spread across their faces.
"He helped install the cameras."
"And he's connected to the mastermind."
A pause.
"He might be closer than we think."
The tension in the air grew heavier.
Vivek turned towards one officer.
"You."
The officer stepped forward.
"Yes, sir."
"Find everything about him."
"His location…"
"His contacts…"
"His movements…"
"Everything."
A pause.
"And do it fast."
The officer nodded firmly.
"Yes, sir."
And left immediately.
Vivek looked at the cameras again.
His eyes cold.
Because now—
the hunt was almost over.
Only one step remained.
Because this time—
the truth wasn't hidden anymore…
it was just one step away.
After that—
Vivek didn't waste time.
He took the cameras—
and went straight to someone he trusted.
An old friend.
An engineer.
If anyone could understand the device—
it was him.
The room was filled with tools.
Machines.
And silence.
The engineer took the camera in his hand.
Examining it carefully.
Opening it.
Studying every part.
Minutes passed.
Then—
his expression changed.
"This isn't normal," he said.
Vivek's eyes sharpened.
"What do you mean?"
The engineer looked at him.
"This is a specialized camera."
"A custom build."
A pause.
"Not everyone can make something like this."
Silence.
"Only a few shops…"
"In this area…"
"Have the capability to create this."
Vivek stood still.
Processing it.
Because now—
the circle was closing.
From a city—
to just a few places.
His expression darkened slightly.
"Give me the list," he said.
Because now—
the hunt wasn't wide anymore…
it was targeted.
The engineer handed him the list.
Vivek didn't waste a second.
He moved.
From one shop to another.
Asking.
Observing.
Listening.
But everywhere—
the same answer.
"No idea, sir."
"We didn't make this."
Silence.
Denial.
Again and again.
But then—
he reached another shop.
The man behind the counter looked at the camera.
For a moment—
he froze.
A pause.
And that was enough.
Vivek noticed.
"You recognize it," he said.
The man hesitated.
Then slowly—
he nodded.
"Yes…"
Silence.
"We made it."
Vivek's eyes sharpened instantly.
"Who gave you the order?"
A pause.
The man looked around nervously.
Then answered—
"A woman…"
Vivek leaned slightly forward.
"Name."
The man swallowed.
And said—
"Bhumi."
Silence.
Heavy.
Because this name—
was new.
Unknown.
But powerful enough—
to change everything.
Vivek stood still.
Repeating it in his mind.
"Bhumi…"
A pause.
Because now—
the mastermind wasn't just a shadow anymore.
She had a name.
Because behind every move—
there was someone…
and now—she had a name.
Vivek didn't waste a second.
"Her details," he said.
"Everything you have."
The shopkeeper hesitated—
but under Vivek's gaze—
he quickly handed over a slip.
An address.
That was all.
But for Vivek—
it was enough.
His eyes scanned it once.
Memorizing.
Then—
he took out his phone.
Dialed instantly.
The other team.
The one searching for the girl.
"Listen carefully," he said.
His voice sharp.
"I'm sending you an address."
A pause.
"Search the place."
"Thoroughly."
"Don't miss anything."
Silence.
"And stay alert…"
"Because she's not just a suspect."
A pause.
"She's involved."
The officer on the other side replied—
"Yes, sir."
The call ended.
Vivek looked at the address again.
His expression serious.
Because now—
everything was connecting.
The cameras.
The network.
The mastermind.
And the girl.
All leading—
to one place.
Because this time—
they weren't searching anymore…
they were about to find her.
The team reached the location.
Quiet.
Suspiciously quiet.
They entered carefully.
Searching every corner.
Every room.
Every detail.
Minutes passed.
Then—
one of them found something.
A file.
Old records.
Photos.
And one picture—
caught their attention.
A girl.
Familiar.
Too familiar.
The officer's eyes widened.
"This can't be…" he whispered.
Without wasting a second—
he dialed Vivek.
The call connected instantly.
"Sir…"
"We found something."
Vivek's voice came sharp—
"What is it?"
A pause.
The officer looked at the photo again.
Then said—
"The girl…"
"Is the same one…"
"Who entered Gitanjali Society."
Silence.
Heavy.
Vivek froze.
Because now—
everything connected.
The girl.
The cameras.
The mastermind.
Bhumi.
It was all linked.
His grip tightened on the phone.
"Stay there," he said.
"I'm coming."
Because the girl—
who once entered silently…
was now at the center of everything.