Riya nodded, her face clouded with worry. “Mujhe bhi yeh hi lagta hai, Pihu. Is baat ko ignore karna galti hogi. Vanshika, tumse jo ho sake, iss tattoo ke origin ke baare mein pata lagane ki koshish karo.”
Vanshika nodded firmly. “Don’t worry, Riya. Main apne sources se baat karke pata lagane ki koshish karungi.”
Meanwhile, Khushi leaned back, her adventurous spirit piqued. “Acha toh iss mystery ka kuch connection ho sakta hai un logon ke saath jo bacho ke peeche hain. Mujhe lagta hai ki yeh zyada bada aur dangerous hai jitna hum soch rahe hain.”
Pihu glanced at Riya, her eyes sharp. “Hume jaldi hi pata lagana hoga ki yeh tattoo ka connection kya hai. Agar hum der karenge, toh bache aur danger mein aa sakte hain.”
Riya took a deep breath, determination etched on her face. “Haan, Pihu. Time kam hai, aur hume jaldi action lena padega. Tum sab apne apne tareeke se iska pata lagao. Main khud bhi iss mystery ko solve karne ki koshish karti hoon.”
The room fell into a focused silence, the gravity of the situation settling in. Each of them knew that what they had stumbled upon was no ordinary coincidence. The dollar tattoo was a key—a piece of a puzzle far larger and darker than they could yet comprehend.
Riya looked at Pihu with a determined expression. “Pihu, you know what you have to do. I don’t care how, but I need you to find the person behind all this and make sure they end up in jail for what they’ve done to these children.”
Pihu smirked confidently. “Don’t worry, Riya. My hacking skills are top-notch. But for this job, I’ll also need a professional lawyer to assist me. Someone fearless—like a daredevil lawyer—because there’s a lot of risk involved in this task.”
Before Riya could respond, Khushi rolled her eyes and teased, “Oh, Madam Writer, please step out of your fictional world and come back to reality. Let’s just hope your clumsiness doesn’t ruin everything before it even begins.”
The room filled with light laughter, but Pihu shot Khushi a playful glare. “Don’t underestimate me, Khushi. My clumsiness may surprise you, but it never fails to get the job done!”
Riya shook her head slightly, a small smile playing on her lips. Even in such tense moments, her friends knew how to lighten the mood. “Alright, Pihu. Find your daredevil lawyer. But be careful. This mission is bigger than just us—it’s about those children.”
Pihu gave a mock salute. “You can count on me, Captain!”
On the other hand,
 the Mafia Gods stood in front of a man who was tied to a chair, his face covered with cloth. The atmosphere was tense, their powerful presence suffocating in the dimly lit room.
As soon as Karan signaled, Ritik stepped forward and pulled off the cloth covering the man's face. The man’s eyes widened in shock as he saw the imposing figures standing before him. Stammering, he asked, "W-who are you?"
Ritik smirked and replied in a cold, intimidating tone, "We are the ones you’ve been waiting for—the gods you thought you'd never meet."
Prem crossed his arms, his voice sharp yet calm, "The same gods you dared to pay off, hoping someone would betray us and give you information."
The man’s face turned pale as their words sank in. He tried to speak, but his voice faltered under the weight of their glares. Karan, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke, his voice deep and commanding, "You made a mistake coming after us. Now, you’ll pay for it."
The man’s fear was palpable as the Mafia Gods stood around him like predators ready to pounce, their auras oozing power and authority.
Oh, got it! Let’s rewrite it to include the continuation you mentioned after the man asks, “Tum tumhe kaise pata chala?”
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As soon as the man stammered, “Tum tumhe kaise pata chala?” his words hung in the air, unfinished, as Karan’s cold, authoritative voice cut through the silence.
"Tumhe kya lagta hai? Mafia Gods se underworld kyu darta hai?" Karan asked, his sharp gaze piercing through the man like a dagger.
The man froze, struggling to meet Karan’s eyes. Ritik stepped closer, his voice laced with dark amusement. "We know everything... even the pathetic little schemes you thought would stay hidden."
Prem smirked and added, "You're surprised, aren’t you? Let me guess. You thought bribing our people would work, that they'd betray us for your money." He tilted his head mockingly. "Biggest mistake of your life."
The man started trembling, his voice cracking as he tried to defend himself, "Nahi... vo toh... maine kuch nahi kiya—"
"Chup!" Karan’s sharp tone echoed in the room, silencing him immediately. He leaned forward, his voice low but terrifying, "Tumhe kya laga? Tum paise doge, aur log humare khilaf bolenge? Tum jaise chhote log yeh samajhne ki aukaat nahi rakhte ki Mafia Gods ke logo ka loyalty kahan hota hai."
Ritik crossed his arms, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Aur ab... tumhe lagta hai ki hum tumhe yeh sab karne ke baad jaane denge?"
The man gulped, sweat dripping down his face, unable to answer.
Prem scoffed, his voice calm but firm, "The underworld doesn’t fear us for no reason. We don’t just destroy lives—we erase every trace of your existence."
The Om’s breathing quickened as he realized he was in way over his head. Karan straightened up, his tone final, "Ab tumhe pata chalega ki Mafia Gods se panga lene ka anjam kya hota hai",,,
",, iska jab tak khayal rakhna jad tak iski ek ek saas mere samne bhikh na mage",, karan saud with his cold voice to his guards .
As Karan stepped out of the dimly lit room, his commanding aura lingered in the air. Walking briskly toward his car, he slid into the driver’s seat, leaning back as his fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly. Glancing at Ritik in the rearview mirror, his voice came sharp and decisive.
“Tell them about the new mission,” Karan said, his tone calm but firm. “And I want every single piece of information related to it.”
Ritik nodded without hesitation, his expression serious, understanding the weight behind Karan’s words. Without wasting another second, Karan started the engine and drove off, leaving Ritik, Prem, and Krishna behind in the cool silence of the night.
Both Prem and Krishna turned to Ritik, confusion evident on their faces. Krishna raised an eyebrow. “What new mission?” he asked, curiosity laced in his voice.
Prem folded his arms, waiting silently for Ritik’s explanation.
Ritik exhaled deeply, running a hand through his hair before replying. “Karan has decided that he’s going to help Riya and her friends.”
“What?” Krishna frowned in confusion. “Riya and her friends? Why? How does that involve us?”
Ritik’s expression remained unreadable as he responded. “Because Karan believes this isn’t just a small problem. This is a much bigger system—one that doesn’t just target those kids but could harm others as well.”
Prem’s expression shifted slightly as he absorbed Ritik’s words.
“And Karan thinks that to break this system, we need to help them,” Ritik continued, his voice unwavering.
Krishna scoffed lightly but nodded after a moment. “So basically, our next mission is to uncover the real source of this problem and destroy the system behind it.”
“Exactly,” Ritik said, his eyes gleaming with determination. “And this time, we can’t afford even a small mistake. Karan wants everything done perfectly.”
Prem smirked faintly, his lips curving into a sly grin. “Looks like things just got interesting.”
For a moment, the three of them stood in silence, the weight of the new mission sinking in. This wasn’t just about Riya or her friends anymore—it was about taking down a much bigger enemy.