And in Thangapatinam, the reign of fear ended not with a bullet, but with a pair of handcuffs and a whisper that roared like thunder.

The crowd gasped. Bose's face turned pale.

"The department felt a 'small station' needed a big lesson," Vikramaditya replied, his voice calm as a deep sea. He looked around the dusty, fan-less station. "Where is the complaint register?"