The sea was calm that night — too calm to hide what it had swallowed.
The navy reported the sinking of Rocky's ship. The government announced his death.
But legends don't die. They wait.
Beneath the waves, inside the golden wreck, Rocky Bhai still breathed. His body was broken, but his will — uncrushed. The same will that had torn empires apart now refused to fade into silence.
The ocean didn't claim him. It protected him.