For Ananya, a young nurse working in a New Delhi hospital who has been in the profession for less than two years, night shifts in the intensive care unit (ICU) are always the longest and quietest. She’s accustomed to the strong smell of disinfectant, the flashing sound of monitors, and the steady breathing of unconscious patients.

Among the patients Ananya cares for is a thirty-year-old man who was admitted to the hospital after a serious road accident. He has been unconscious for over a month. The medical records are quite vague: name Rakesh Verma, no relatives, and no identification other than an empty wallet and some disarranged papers.

The Secret of the Blanket

That night, Ananya went about her usual routine: checking the temperature, changing IV fluids, and adjusting the breathing tube. But when she opened the blanket covering the patient to dry him, her eyes suddenly closed.

On the man’s left chest, just below the collarbone, was a long, thin scar. What startled Ananya wasn’t the scar, but a faint tattoo beneath it: a strange mark, as if three letters were intertwined.

She was stunned. It was the same tattoo she’d seen… on the arm of her brother, Arjun Mehra, who had gone missing many years ago.

Memories flooded back.

Ananya trembled, her heart pounding. A memory from ten years ago flashed through her mind: the day Arjun left home for work on the night shift and suddenly disappeared. The family searched everywhere, even the police, but all in vain. The day she received the notice to stop the investigation, her mother fainted.

She had never forgotten that strange tattoo, because she and Arjun had gotten it as children, considering it a “secret symbol” for the two brothers.

Was the man lying on the hospital bed not the strange Rakesh, but her brother Arjun? But why was his identity different? And where had he been, how had he been for the past ten years?

Fake Records

The next morning, when her shift ended, Ananya pretended to check the medical records. In the “Rakesh Verma” file, besides the initial emergency declaration, which simply stated: “Brought to the hospital unconscious by the public, injured in a road accident,” was only a leather wallet containing an identity card with the name Rakesh.

The identity card was old, the photo blurred, and the information incomplete. But when Ananya secretly checked the number, she realized this: it didn’t match any Indian population data.

Clearly, someone had created a fake identity. But why? Who wanted to hide Arjun’s true identity?

Strange Marks

Over the next few days, Ananya began to notice. In addition to that familiar tattoo on Arjun’s arm, there were several long scars, as if from a battle. She even noticed some strangers roaming the recovery area, pretending to be relatives of other patients.

Once, while passing through the corridor, she heard two security guards whispering:
—“I heard that man is involved in some illegal activity. Someone wants him to never wake up.”

Ananya’s blood froze. Could Arjun be connected to the underworld?

The truth slowly emerged.

In addition to the fake ID card, the leather wallet at the hospital contained a faded magnetic card. After looking at it several times, Ananya realized it was an access card for a major Mumbai transport company.

She investigated and discovered that the company was suspected of money laundering through fake transport contracts. Gradually, the horrifying truth emerged: Arjun—named Rakesh—was embroiled in a cross-border smuggling ring.

But confidential files Ananya accessed through an investigator friend revealed that Arjun was not a criminal. In fact, he had secretly collaborated with the police to expose the gang. That’s why he was targeted. The car accident wasn’t accidental—it was a failed cleanup operation.

A Night Facing Death

One night, Ananya saw a stranger sneak into the hospital room holding a syringe. Without thinking, she lunged forward and screamed. He panicked and ran away, leaving the syringe rolling on the floor. The syringe still contained a white liquid—probably poison.

From then on, Ananya understood that she and her brother were in a very dangerous situation.

A Moment of Awakening
The day Arjun opened his eyes, his frail gaze met Ananya’s moist ones. Without a word, both of them burst into tears.

They had ten years of loss between them, deep secrets, but their love never diminished.

The road ahead is still dangerous, the underground gang still exists. But at least Ananya and Arjun are no longer alone.

And the truth, no matter how harsh, is the light they need to start anew—in a world that has never been dark.

Two months after the accident, Arjun slowly regained his ability to speak and walk. Every night, Ananya stayed in his hospital room, caring for him and keeping vigil.

Once, Arjun held her hand tightly, his voice heavy:
— “Ananya… don’t trust anyone in this hospital. Someone wants you dead.”

Ananya was silent, but her eyes were filled with determination.
—“Don’t worry. I won’t let them touch you.”

One rainy night, Ananya saw a man in a black raincoat smoking outside the hospital gate, his eyes fixed on Arjun’s room. A chill ran down her spine.

The next day, the police announced they would transfer Arjun to another “safe” medical facility. But Arjun panicked and whispered in his sister’s ear:
—“These aren’t real police. They’ve set people up here. If I leave, I’ll never come back.”

That night, Ananya devised a plan. She replaced the patient’s identification bracelet and secretly took Arjun to the hospital’s old ambulance.

Alarms blared throughout the ICU. Flashlights flashed in the corridor. Ananya drove, shivering in the rain, while Arjun huddled in the trunk, gasping.

“Where are we going?” she asked, panicked.

Arjun whispered, “Mumbai. I have a former police officer who can help us.”

The journey from Delhi to Mumbai turned into a chase. A black SUV chased Ananya several times, forcing her to take turns on small roads around Pune.

At one point, a bullet pierced the rearview mirror. Ananya screamed, cowering behind the driver. While Arjun tried to get up, he threw a small oxygen tank onto the road, causing the SUV to lose control and skid off the road.

Both were breathing heavily, but they knew this was just the beginning.

In an abandoned house on the outskirts of Mumbai, Arjun tells the story:

He used to work as a driver for a transport company, but later discovered it was a front for an arms smuggling ring. When he tried to cooperate with the police to expose it, he was betrayed. The night he was supposed to hand over the evidence, the police ambushed him. He escaped and lived under the false name “Rakesh Verma,” but has been under surveillance ever since.

— “Ananya, it was your mistake to keep quiet for ten years. But now, if we find the hard drive you hid, everything will be over.”

That hard drive—containing all the evidence—is now at an abandoned port in Navi Mumbai.

The two brothers disguised themselves as laborers and entered the port. But as soon as they touched the iron box hidden in the container, the headlights went on.

Dozens of men with guns surrounded him. One of them stepped out, a sinister smile on his face:
— “Arjun Mehra. Finally, you’re out.”

Ananya held her brother’s hand tightly. Her heart was pounding, but there was no fear in her eyes.

Arjun whispered:
— “No matter what happens, I have to live. I have to expose this truth.”

Bullets rang out, smoke and fire enveloped the port.

In the thick smoke, the two brothers moved forward, clutching tightly to the iron box. The question for the audience was: would they escape the siege? Would the truth about the underground line be revealed?

People saw only the flashes of bullets in the dark night – indicating that Ananya and Arjun’s escape had just begun.