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One evening, a mysterious woman named Syma arrived at his police station. She spoke a mix of Hindi and a language Shiva didn’t understand—Arabic, maybe? She carried a laptop and a worn-out script.

Shiva raised an eyebrow. “Hndy Kaml? Sounds like a ‘handy camel’—what is he, a desert smuggler?” One evening, a mysterious woman named Syma arrived

Simultaneously, we are introduced to , a stern, fearless, and upright police officer (ASP) who bears an uncanny resemblance to Shiva. While Shiva is chaos, Vikram is order. When Vikram is brutally attacked and left for dead by the antagonists, fate brings Shiva into Vikram’s world. a desert smuggler?” Simultaneously