That night, Isha was traveling in her car with heavy security, her face calm but her eyes sharp, scanning the empty roads. After a long drive, she signaled the driver to stop at a deserted stretch. Stepping out, her heels clicked against the rough ground, the night air heavy with silence. The man who had come to deliver the diamonds approached cautiously. He handed over the bag, and Isha immediately unzipped it, inspecting each sparkling stone with precision.

Before she could finish, shadows moved from every direction. Within seconds, several armed men surrounded her, their guns raised, the metallic clicks echoing in the darkness.