Vivaan slowly opened his eyes, feeling a throbbing pain in his head. As his vision cleared, he realized he was in an unfamiliar place. The dim light revealed his surroundings—a decrepit dungeon with damp, cold walls. Panic surged through him when he saw his brothers, his bada papa, and Ashok Singhania, all tied to a pole just like him.

Vivaan struggled against the ropes binding his wrists, torso, and legs, but they were too tight. His mind raced as he scanned the room, noticing everyone was secured similarly. The eerie silence was unsettling, and there was no sign of the Singhania women, which filled him with dread.