OPENING SCENE – WAR ZONE (TV Station – 9:03 PM)
Bullets shatter glass as Ishana crouches behind an anchor desk, live cameras still rolling.
NEWS ANCHOR (terrified, on-air): “This—this is not part of the broadcast—”
ISHANA (snatching the mic): “People of Mumbai. Meet your kings.”
The screen splits—left side shows the criminal files, right side shows LIVE FEED of Mr. Varma escaping in a helicopter.
TRISHA (shooting out a window): “We need to move!”
DIYA (from control room): “I’ve got drones on him!”
THE CHASE (Mumbai Rooftops – 9:17 PM)
Ishana leaps between buildings, guided by the echo of rotor blades.
MR. VARMA’S VOICE (radio): “Shoot them down!”
A sniper round grazes Ishana’s shoulder— she doesn’t slow.
ARYAN’S VOICE (memory): “You always were the storm.”
THE FINAL SHOWDOWN (Helipad – 9:29 PM)
Mr. Varma boards the chopper. “You lost, daughter.”
ISHANA (smiling): “I’m blind. Not stupid.”
BOOM.
NISHA’S GRENADE (planted earlier) blows the fuel tank.
MR. VARMA SCREAMS—
ISHANA WALKS THROUGH THE FIRE.
THE LAST VOW (Burning Helipad – 9:31 PM)
She presses Aryan’s jade dagger into her father’s hand.
ISHANA: “You taught me to kill. So kill me.”
MR. VARMA (coughing blood): “You… you’re no daughter of mine.”
ISHANA (leaning in): “No. I’m his.”
She guides the blade into her own stomach—
AND TWISTS IT INTO HIS HEART.
They collapse together.
THE AFTERMATH (Hospital Roof – Dawn)
TRISHA (bandaging Ishana): “The city’s burning. In a good way.”
DIYA (watching riots on TV): “They’re tearing down the Raichand gates.”
ISHANA (touching the fresh stitches): “And Aryan?”
A shadow falls over them.
ARYAN (leaning on crutches, alive but barely): “Miss me?”
EPILOGUE (One Year Later – Coastal Village)
ISHANA sits on a porch swing, still blind, listening to the waves.
ARYAN (grunting as he paints): “Stop laughing. I’m a terrible artist.”
She traces his battle-scarred face. “I know.”
TRISHA (from the dock): “Diya’s here!”
DIYA (now Mumbai’s youngest MP) tosses a newspaper: “They’re calling us ghosts.”
Headline: “VARMA-RAICHAND EMPIRE OFFICIALLY DISSOLVED.”
ISHANA (smirking): “Good.”
ARYAN (kissing her palm): “What now?”
THE CAMERA PULLS BACK— revealing Nisha’s grave overlooking the sea, her rifle planted upright in the sand.
ISHANA (softly): “We live.”
FADE TO BLACK.
SERIES FINALE.
