INT. BEDROOM – MOMENTS LATER
Raj puts on his uniform armor plates—half frantic, half focused. The echo of voices rush through his head.
FLASHBACK – DIVYA (soft memory)
"Justice means protecting the innocent, Raj."
FLASHBACK – TANIYA (gentle but firm)
"Sometimes… duty is at home too."
He zips the jacket. Puts on his badge. But his face shows torment. A man split down the middle.
🚓 EXT. STREET OUTSIDE – RAJ RUNS TO HIS JEEP
He stops—two directions:
LEFT: His police convoy moving toward New Market.
RIGHT: The small lane leading to Central Grocery Bazaar.
🎥 CAMERA: Close-up on Raj's face.
He closes his eyes. Breathes in deeply.
RAJ (to himself)
Forgive me, sir.
He turns RIGHT, towards his family.
EXT. GROCERY BAZAAR – SAME TIME
Stones flying. People shouting. A crowd smashing carts and boards.
Inside the grocery store, Taniya holds Shruti close, crouched behind shelves.
Suddenly—the door KICKS open.
RAJ (shouting)
TANIYA!
Taniya gasps. He finds them, shields them with his own body, grabs Shruti and Taniya, guiding them out through the side exit.
EXT. SIDE ALLEY – SAFE ZONE
They rush out breathless. Sirens wail in the distance. Raj hugs Shruti, burying his face in her hair. Taniya clutches his hand, trembling.
RAJ (quietly, to himself)
This time… I chose right.
CUT TO:
TV NEWS MONTAGE – EVENING
Protest turned violent. Shops burned. Properties damaged.
Mayor gives speech blaming vigilante for division.
DIG looks furious—no show from Raj at the front.
BACK AT HOME – NIGHT
Raj sits silently on the sofa, still in uniform. Shruti asleep on his lap. Taniya places her hand gently on his shoulder.
TANIYA
Thank you.
He nods, but guilt and conflict linger in his eyes.
INT. NEWSROOM – EVENING
Wide shot: a sea of television screens flashing images of riots, fires, injured civilians, and smashed police barricades.
ANCHOR (on-screen):
"In what is being called the darkest hour in Kolkata's recent history, the clash between vigilante supporters and Mayor Jai Singh's loyalists has resulted in 32 injuries and 4 confirmed deaths…"
CUT TO:
INT. MAYOR'S RESIDENCE – MEDIA ROOM – NIGHT
JAI SINGH sits at the center of a luxurious yet high-security room, dressed impeccably. Lights and camera setup ready for a live press conference.
ADVISOR (whispers):
We go live in 3… 2… 1…
JAI SINGH (confident, fatherly tone):
"My fellow citizens. Kolkata has always been my home. And in this home, I have always protected my family—you. But today, we are witnessing lawlessness… violence… vigilante justice that threatens to undo 20 years of peace."
(cut to various homes watching his speech)
Elderly couple nodding.
Youths on phones, shaking their heads.
Protesters paused, some listening.
JAI SINGH:
"I urge the state to recognize this masked criminal as a Level 5 Domestic Threat. He does not want justice—he wants anarchy."
📺 SUDDEN SCREEN GLITCH
BZZZZT–STATIC–DISTORTION
The channel flickers. Mayor pauses—confused. Everyone freezes.
Suddenly, the screen cuts to a dark, grimy room.
📽️ VIDEO BEGINS: SHANKAR'S CONFESSION
Bloodied, eyes barely open, Shankar is tied to a chair. His face is bruised, jaw slack, barely able to speak.
SHANKAR (stammering):
"I… I did everything… for Jai Singh. He's the real boss… I just… handled the dirt. The girls… the money… he knew everything."
CUT TO: Graphic footage of transaction logs, voice recordings, faces of trafficked women blurred. Documents with Mayor Jai Singh's signature faintly watermarked.
SHANKAR (crying):
"He said the world doesn't run on truth. It runs on power… and fear…"
He screams as another unseen blow hits him off-screen. The video cuts back to his slumped form.
INT. MAYOR'S ROOM – PANIC ENSUES
CAMERAMAN (shouting):
What the hell is this!?
ADVISOR (on comms):
Sir, we're locked out of the feed! The news channel can't override it—national feed override!
JAI SINGH (exploding):
CALL THE CHAIRMAN! RIGHT NOW!
(he dials furiously on his own phone)
"Rana, shut it down now! I don't care how. I'll sue you to extinction!"
RANA (on phone, nervous):
"Sir… this wasn't us. It came from the national satellite broadcast uplink. We're not authorized to stop it. Not even the telecoms are."
📱 PHONE RINGS – AGAIN… AND AGAIN… AND AGAIN
SCREEN:
"STATE CM OFFICE"
"INTERNAL INTELLIGENCE UNIT"
"NEW DELHI CENTRAL BOARD"
"PRIME POLICY COMMITTEE"
JAI SINGH (breaking sweat)
(answering one)
"Yes… yes, I saw it. I'm handling—"
CALLER (on phone)
"You're not handling anything. Either you come clean or you disappear. The Prime Committee will issue a press statement by morning."
*He hangs up, only to have another phone ring. Then another. His palms tremble. First time Jai Singh looks scared.
📺 SCREEN: National Anchor Interrupts
ANCHOR:
"We have just received confirmation: an official investigation will be launched by the National
Crime Bureau against several high-level state officials. Unconfirmed sources suggest Mayor Jai Singh is a primary suspect."
🎵 MUSIC RISES – Deep, heavy chords.
INT. KRISH'S FLAT – NIGHT
Krish, Shree, and Raj watch the screen in disbelief.
INT. CITYSCAPE – MONTAGE – DUSK INTO NIGHT
Billboards of Jai Singh's smiling face fade into darkness. Streets are still but tense. Police sirens in the background. News vans race across roads. Armed mobs in plain clothes line up with others.
NARRATION / RADIO STATIC (VO):
"…Jai Singh has yet to make another public appearance. The city is confused… torn between loyalty and outrage…"
INT. MAYOR'S OFFICE – DUSK OF NIGHT
Camera pans across a wall full of awards, framed newspaper articles praising the mayor, and an old dusty photograph of Jai Singh and Shankar in their youth.
Jai Singh walks in slowly, removing his coat. He stands in silence. His face is calm but his eyes burn with suppressed rage and grief.
He walks to the old wooden cupboard, unlocks it with a hidden key behind a photo frame. Inside is a dusty metallic locker.
He opens it—revealing a vintage revolver lying on red velvet, untouched for years. Next to it is a black-and-white photo of his younger self with Shankar, arms around each other, smiling in ragged clothes.
Jai Singh picks up the revolver, stares at it for a moment.
Jai Singh (softly, under breath):
"From childhood till now... it was always you. But now... I have to end everything."
He takes out a speed loader, clicks the bullets in slowly—one by one.
The final click echoes in the silent room.
He closes the locker, takes a long look at the old photo again, then turns around.
Cut to:
Next scene — Jai Singh walking into the cold chamber where Shankar is kept, revolver tucked behind his coat.
INT. HIGH-SECURITY HEADQUARTERS – COMMAND CENTER – NIGHT
Phones ringing. Desks piled with reports. An old, dusted command map is pulled out.
JAI SINGH (cold tone):
"No more lies. No more scripts. Bring me everyone. Police loyal to me. Shankar's men. And… those in the shadows."
COMMANDER (hesitates):
"But sir, if we use mobs, we can't contain—"
JAI SINGH (interrupts):
"Control comes from chaos. Unite them with a common enemy. The vigilante."
COMMANDER:
"And if the public resists?"
JAI SINGH (stepping closer):
"Then we rule… the old way."
INT. ABANDONED SLAUGHTERHOUSE – NIGHT
Camera tracks slowly across frost-covered concrete. Water drips. Wind howls through broken panels. Dim lights flicker.
SHANKAR, bound to a steel chair, sits shirtless on a massive slab of ice, his body mutilated. Back torn open, raw muscle exposed, dried blood trails down his arms.
He wheezes faintly, breath misting in the cold air. One eye swollen shut. The other barely open.
Suddenly, heavy boots echo on the concrete.
DOOR SLAMS OPEN.
JAI SINGH ENTERS — wearing a long black coat, face darker than ever.
INT. SLAUGHTERHOUSE – CONTINUOUS
JAI SINGH (stoic):
"…I thought of you as a brother, Shankar."
SHANKAR (weak laugh):
"Brother…? I don't even have a back anymore…" (laughs again, painfully)
JAI SINGH (voice cracks with anger):
"Still an arrogant prick."
Without another word, he pulls a silenced pistol, raises it—
BANG.
Shankar's head tilts. Blood trickles. Life ends. Silence.
INT. SLAUGHTERHOUSE – MOMENTS LATER
Jai Singh lowers the gun slowly. Then sits on a broken crate, staring at Shankar's corpse.
JAI SINGH (quiet, tearful):
"We were supposed to walk out of this together… I told myself we'd just blame the vigilante. Say he tortured you. Forced you to lie. That way, we'd survive."
Beat.
JAI SINGH (softly):
"But you couldn't shut your damn mouth… not even when you were dying."
He gently wipes his tears with a crimson-stained handkerchief.
🎵 MUSIC – SOMBER, STRINGS MIXED WITH LOW DRONES
*Jai Singh stands. A change has occurred. Any trace of diplomacy is gone. The mask of the beloved Mayor has shattered.
INT. COLD CITY STREETS – MONTAGE
Police in riot gear patrolling silent neighborhoods.
Posters of the vigilante marked "WANTED DEAD."
TV Anchor: "State-wide manhunt for vigilante begins tonight…"
Krish, Shree, and Raj seen separately, watching the chaos unfold, helpless for now.
INT. SLAUGHTERHOUSE – MID-NIGHT – MOMENTS AFTER SHANKAR'S DEATH
Jai Singh sits motionless on a crate in front of Shankar's lifeless body, blood still warm on the floor. His gun lies beside him, untouched now. The cold air stings his face, but he doesn't flinch.
Suddenly, a shadow stretches from the wall behind him.
From it, the Vigilante emerges—Chetan, limping, bloodied, mask still on.
DIALOGUE BEGINS
JAI SINGH (quiet, hollow):
"What have you done…?"
Chetan walks closer, then slowly removes his mask.
His face is battered. His eyes are empty. But there's a fire of desperation behind the pain.
CHETAN:
"Who was behind Divya's murder?"
A long silence. The room almost feels frozen. Then:
JAI SINGH (still not turning around):
"…Only Shankar knew that man.
He told me—he promised us—
'Help me take Bengal… and I'll give you your childhood back.'"
CHETAN (confused):
"What do you mean… childhood?"
🔙 FLASHBACK BEGINS – 1970s–80s KOLKATA STREETS (DESATURATED COLORS)
JAI SINGH (V.O.):
"I and Shankar… we grew up on the streets. I had a home. He didn't.
But I wasn't alive in that house… not really."
We see a young boy, Jai, standing in a pristine room, being screamed at by his father for scoring 98 instead of 100.
His mother turns away, silent, ashamed of her son.
JAI SINGH (V.O.):
"My father was a surgeon. My mother, a teacher.
All they wanted was perfection.
Not a son.
Just a trophy with lungs."
He's beaten. Thrown out of the house for missing a step in piano practice. Alone, sobbing in the cold.
JAI SINGH (V.O.):
"Then I met him…
Shankar. A kid who had no one… and yet… he smiled."
Young Jai and Shankar stealing food, joking, playing with a torn football, laughing in a drainage alley.
JAI SINGH (V.O.):
"For the first time… I felt human."
We see teenage Jai kill his parents in their sleep. Blood soaks the white bedsheets.
JAI SINGH (V.O.):
"No more chains.
We were taken in by a mafia boss. A devil with manners."
A powerful, suited man pats both boys on their head.
They grow up, training, learning the ropes of crime. Pulling jobs. Surviving.
JAI SINGH (V.O.):
"But when Shankar fell in love, the boss said,
'Love makes you weak.'"
The boss orders the girl killed. Shankar screams. Cries. Then watches her burn.
JAI SINGH (V.O.):
"That day… Shankar stabbed him in the back.
And I helped cover the blood."
🔙 FLASHBACK ENDS
INT. SLAUGHTERHOUSE – NIGHT (PRESENT)
Chetan listens in silence. His breathing heavy.
JAI SINGH (stands up slowly, eyes cold):
"He was my brother.
And you made me kill him."
Chetan stays behind him. Both facing away from each other.
The camera splits them in a wide frame, showing both their backs—scars, wounds, and burdens.
CHETAN (softly):
"He let them rape her.
He made me watch.
He deserved worse."
JAI SINGH (choking, a tear falling):
"And yet…
He was the only one who understood my pain."
Beat.
JAI SINGH (low voice):
"You'll pay for this."
Chetan slowly puts the mask back on.
CHETAN:
"I already am."
🎵 SCORE RISES – LOW STRINGS, RUMBLING UNDERTONE
Jai Singh walks out one exit. Chetan walks the other.
Two forces—neither heroes, neither villains—now set on a path that can only end in blood.
INT. SLAUGHTERHOUSE – MID-NIGHT
Chetan stands still as Jai Singh finishes his cold monologue.
Suddenly—
Chetan roars, lunging forward with a burst of rage.
JAI SINGH (reactive):
"Fool."
He pulls his pistol—
BANG! — A shot hits Chetan's leg.
BANG! — A second into his shoulder.
BANG! — The final one rips through his chest.
Blood sprays. Chetan staggers, coughing, his breath heavy.
He kneels, face toward the floor. Silent. Still.
CHETAN (V.O.):
"It was all… for nothing…"
"I failed again…"
He gasps. Blood drips from his lips. His hands weakly grasp the floor beneath him as his vision blurs.
EXT. SLAUGHTERHOUSE – CONTINUOUS
Jai Singh emerges into the cold night. Outside, crowds have gathered—supporters, protestors, media, police.
He walks to the makeshift press podium, his shirt slightly bloodstained, eyes puffy. He raises a hand.
JAI SINGH (heroic tone):
"The Vigilante is dead.
He murdered Shankar in cold blood—
Tortured him, forced him to confess lies."
The crowd is silent. Not a cheer. Not a clap. A tense unease settles in.
JAI SINGH (insistent):
"I did what I had to.
To protect this city.
To protect you all."
CUT TO: THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE – INSIDE
A tiny LED light blinks in the corner ceiling. A camera. Hidden. Broadcasting.
🎬 MONTAGE – "THE TRUTH SPREADS"
Control room: A trembling intern at a national news studio sees the broadcast from a hacked anonymous source.
National news channels switch screens mid-Jai Singh's speech.
Inside the crowd, mobile phones buzz. Everyone begins watching the live conversation between Chetan and Jai Singh inside the slaughterhouse.
The moment Jai Singh confesses his past, the murders, the manipulation… it's all heard live.
Faces shift. Cries erupt. People scream in disbelief. Jai Singh's world collapses in real time.
INT. CROWD – SAME TIME
Krish and Shree arrive in the chaos. Breathless. Blood drains from their faces as they see a stretcher being rolled out—
A body. Chetan. Lifeless. Unmasked.
SHREE (devastated):
"We're… too late."
KRISH (low):
"He did it. He exposed him."
INT. POLICE HQ – LATER THAT NIGHT
Raj stands, alone in the locker room. Badge on the bench. His uniform jacket on the hook.
A superior officer enters.
DIG:
"You're suspended, Raj.
You chose family over duty."
Raj says nothing. Just looks at a framed picture of him, Tanya, and Shruti.
📱 MEDIA SEQUENCE – SOCIAL MEDIA AND TV
Anonymous account posts:
CCTV footage from Shree's company showing Shankar entering the black SUV with Chetan.
All past kills of the Vigilante with timestamped logs—clearly showing the victims were criminals.
The final recorded message of Chetan:
1
INT. DARK ROOM – FINAL VIDEO
Chetan, bleeding and broken, stares into a camera.
CHETAN (weak but clear):
"If you're watching this… I'm probably gone.
Divya… they hurt her. They made me watch.
They tried to erase her truth. And mine.
But I'll make sure the world remembers her name."
A beat.
CHETAN: "To my brothers… Krish. Shree. Raj.
Live. Fight for the right thing."
He looks up, exhausted.
CHETAN:
"I'm sorry.
Goodbye."
The video ends. Silence. Just black.
EXT. KOLKATA CITYSCAPE – DAWN
Jai Singh's statues are being torn down.
Graffiti over his billboards.
Media vans, police raids, a city on the brink of revolt.
FINAL SHOT
Krish, standing on the edge of a rooftop with Shree beside him. Raj below, watching from his car.
KRISH (quietly, to Shree):
"Now we know the truth.
But this… this isn't the end."
SHREE:
"Then where do we begin?"
Camera pulls up to reveal the city skyline, chaotic and broken… but finally, honest.
🎬 ACT V – "AFTERMATH & REVELATIONS"
EXT. KOLKATA – CITY WIDE – MORNING
Montage sequence of aftermath visuals:
News channel headlines blaring:
"Mayor Jai Singh Arrested."
"Statewide investigation launched."
"Public split over the cult-like followers of Jai Singh."
Protests erupt across Bengal. Masked protesters hold placards:
"Jai Singh is Innocent!"
"He Saved Our City!"
"Free Jai Singh!"
In parallel, murals and memorials for Chetan are painted by street artists:
"A Hero Who Walked the Shadows"
"Justice by Blood. Truth by Fire."
INT. FUNERAL HALL – DUSK
A solemn, rain-soaked funeral.
The casket lies at the center. A photograph of Chetan, in uniform, placed atop.
All main characters are present:
Krish stands quietly at the front, lost in thought.
Raj in full uniform, back from suspension, salutes him.
Shree wears a black suit, arms folded tightly.
Taniya holds Shruti's hand, who places a white flower.
Harika nods in respect beside Krish.
Julie, visible on a video call screen, wipes away a tear. Her voice cracks, "He deserved peace."
One by one, they place something symbolic:
Raj — his old police badge, the one Chetan once admired.
Shree — a keychain from high school days.
Krish — the watch Chetan once forgot and Krish kept.
A military bugle plays. Final salute.
INT. VARIOUS LOCATIONS – "AFTERMATH MONTAGE"
Raj, back in the precinct, helps train new cadets, reshaping the force.
Taniya resumes her home tuition, smiling softly watching kids play.
Shruti runs across the garden, holding her father's hand now more often.
Shree, dressed sharp, addresses a board meeting—his leadership evident.
Julie, in an NYC penthouse, watches Shree's interview on TV with pride.
Harika, focused at her desk, still exchanging occasional texts with Krish, though now briefer.
INT. BHAIRAVA CORP – AFTERNOON
Krish is in a sleek corporate office—focused, calm.
Suddenly, his phone rings.
NURSE (on phone):
"Mr. Krish? Are you Ms. Manika's grandson?"
KRISH (alarmed):
"Yes! What happened?"
NURSE:
"She's in critical condition. Please come immediately. We'll explain everything here. Just hurry!"
INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR – LATER
Krish rushes through the hallway.
KRISH (V.O.):
"Not again… Please, Grandma. Don't leave yet. Not without answers…"
He reaches the Room Number 709.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM – MOMENTS LATER
Dim lighting. Monitors beeping faintly.
His grandmother, Manika, lies pale but conscious. She sees Krish. Smiles weakly.
MANIKA (softly):
"You've grown into a man. Strong… like your father."
Krish, choking back tears.
KRISH:
"I need answers, Grandma. Please…"
She nods, barely breathing.
MANIKA (strained):
"Our home… wasn't here.
You were born… near Kurukshetra.
A village—hidden. Sacred.
You are of the Suryanshi bloodline.
Divine… ancient…
They killed your parents…
A new demon king… preparing… war…"
She slowly lifts her hand, handing him a scrap of paper with a number on it.
MANIKA:
"Call him. His name is… Vaibhav."
Her hand drops.
The monitor flatlines.
Krish stands frozen.
Tears fall.
INT. KRISH'S ROOM – NIGHT
Krish dials the number.
RING… RING… CLICK.
A calm male voice answers.
VOICE (calm, confident):
"If you're ready… meet me at the airport entrance."
EXT. AIRPORT PARKING LOT – NIGHT
Krish walks slowly to the entrance.
A man waits there. Face shadowed. Backpack on his shoulder. Leans on a motorbike.
KRISH:
"…Shiv?"
The figure turns around and smiles.
SHIV:
"You're ready now, aren't you?"
FADE TO BLACK.
TITLE CARD:
"Bhaya: Fear Within — End of Chapter One"
🎬 POST-CREDIT SCENE
INT. BHAIRAVA CORPORATION – MAIN BRANCH, DELHI – NIGHT
Lightning flickers across the skyline.
A cold blue tint blankets the city scrapers of Delhi.
The camera glides through the marble corridors of BHAIRAVA CORP Headquarters—pristine, intimidating, too perfect.
Security guards pass in silence.
Elevators open to Level: PENTHOUSE.
A vast room. Sleek. Minimalistic. Dark.
At the far end, a tall figure stands before a glass wall, gazing down at the sparkling, chaotic veins of Delhi's streets.
Only his silhouette is visible—broad-shouldered, regal, eerily still.
A wall-sized digital screen behind him shows footage of riots, Chetan's funeral, and the Jai Singh arrest.
The man slowly raises a glass of dark wine.
The city lights shimmer in his glass—like blood in moonlight.
BHARAVA (calm, amused tone):
"Finally…
It begins."
He smirks.
The camera slowly pulls back—revealing only the back of his head, where a faint, ancient scar in the shape of a symbol glows briefly.
CUT TO BLACK.