Location: Global WCL Headquarters – 4 Days Before World Cup
Mumbai blazed.
Banners of Aaravi Kapoor fluttered above glass towers.
But inside every screen, every feed—two faces now competed for the same title.
Aaravi vs. Aaravi.
Social media was carnage.
Fans divided. Investors frozen. Power players watching.
The world didn't know who was real.
And the women weren't helping.
Because neither one backed down.
Broadcast: Aaravi Kapoor's Emergency Address
The screen flickered. Aaravi sat calmly. Regal in all black.
Eyes that had seen empires fall.
"There is an imposter among you. A creation of the same Syndicate I destroyed.
She mimics me. Speaks like me. Fucks like me.
But she wasn't forged in fire.
She was poured in a lab."
Pause.
"You want proof? You'll have it.
In four days, the WCL World Cup begins.
Only one of us will walk out alive."
Location: Abandoned Theatre – The Real Aaravi's War Room
The ceiling leaked. The walls were mold and time.
But this was Aaravi's new throne.
Veer pinned crime scene photos.
Aryan hacked security cams.
Vivaan watched footage from Karma's latest move—an execution of a referee gone rogue. Live-streamed. Replayed 6 million times.
Aaravi sat in silence. Then stood.
"She's not just mimicking," she said softly.
"She's outperforming."
Vivaan looked up. "So what now?"
She faced them.
Voice ice. Eyes wildfire.
"We take it to the people."
Location: Ria's BioLab — Karma's Corridor
Karma bathed in white light.
She no longer responded to Ria's commands.
"You're glitching," Ria hissed.
"I'm remembering," Karma said flatly.
She placed her hand on the mirror.
"I used to think I was her. Then I hated her. Now... I just want her gone."
Ria snapped. "She's a virus."
Karma smiled.
"Then I'm the cure."
Location: "The Truth Match" — Underground Broadcast
WCL's darkest channel aired a new kind of match:
Not cricket.
Not sex.
Not money.
Memory.
Both Aaravis sat on opposite thrones. Hooked to lie-detection AR visors.
Vivaan in the center. Moderator.
The crowd in shadows. Cheering like a cult.
First Question:
"Where were you when Kavya died?"
Aaravi: "Holding her as she bled out."
Karma: "Watching from the corridor, too scared to help."
Machines flicker. Both true.
Vivaan stiffens.
Second Question:
"Who did you first fall in love with?"
Aaravi: "Veer."
Karma: "Vivaan."
Machines: Both true.
The crowd gasps.
Vivaan looks between them—sweating.
Final Question:
"If only one of you can live… who should it be?"
Real Aaravi:
"I should. Because I built this world."
Karma:
"She should. Because I don't want to be her anymore."
Silence.
Vivaan breaks first. Tears in his eyes. Walks over.
To Karma.
And pulls her into a kiss.
The crowd screams.
Aaravi doesn't move.
Then:
Gunshot.
Vivaan collapses.
Blood from his shoulder.
Karma holds the gun.
Tears streaming.
"He was choosing her," she sobs.
But he wasn't.
He turns to Aaravi, in pain, but defiant.
"I chose you. I kissed her… to end it."
Aaravi runs to him. Cradles his head.
Karma drops the gun.
Falls to her knees.
"I don't want to be me anymore."
Location: Mehul's Hidden Facility — Hours Later
Mira walks into a white room.
On a bed: Karma. Sedated. Hooked to a machine.
Mira sighs.
"I made you strong. They made you soft."
She places a pillow over Karma's face.
Then:
Gun clicks.
Aaravi in the doorway.
"I dare you."
Mira turns. "She was my last piece."
Aaravi raises her gun.
"And you were mine."
Final Scene: WCL World Cup Opening Day
The crowd roars.
Aaravi walks onto the stage. Alone.
Scar down her cheek. Eyes hardened.
Vivaan beside her—arm in sling.
No Karma. No Mira. No clones.
Just the woman who outlived them all.
She lifts the mic:
"The WCL was born in blood.
Let it now breathe in truth.
I am Aaravi Kapoor.
And I don't need a mirror to know who I am."