Arjun double-clicked.

“You’re not watching me, officer. I’m watching you.”

Outside, a streetlight flickered and died. And somewhere, in a server farm disguised as a laundromat, a man called Desire smiled and added another officer to his collection.

His handler’s voice crackled through the earpiece. “Status?”

The screen went black. Then, a grainy, crooked shot of a cinema screen appeared—the title card for Indian 2 . But the audio wasn’t the movie. It was a low, humming voice.

Arjun reached for the power cord, but the screen flickered one last time. The file renamed itself.

Indian.2.480p.HDTS.DesireMovies.Fyi.mkv

Arjun’s blood ran cold. His laptop camera light glowed green—uncommanded.

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