The luxury hotel stood like a monument to power. From the outside it was nothing more than another five-star establishment catering to politicians, industrialists, foreign businessmen, celebrities, and underworld financiers. Behind its polished marble floors and golden chandeliers, however, it was a marketplace where secrets were bought, loyalties were sold, and lives were traded for money.
The name of the hotel is King.
It was exactly the kind of place Veer had expected.
Months earlier, when he had learned about the hotel through his Info of the movie.
Unlike the man driven solely by revenge in the original timeline, this version of Monkey Man had crossed paths with Veer much earlier. Veer had never told him to abandon his revenge. Instead, he had convinced him that a dead enemy was worthless if the entire network protecting him remained alive.
"Don't strike the head," Veer had told him. "Find the spine first. Revenge is sweeter when the whole body collapses."
Those words had stayed with Monkey Man.
Using forged references arranged through Veer's contacts and his own natural humility, Jatin joined the hotel staff as a lowly kitchen helper. The work was humiliating. Endless hours of washing dishes, cleaning kitchens, carrying supplies, and silently obeying orders became his daily life.
He endured every insult.
Every slap from arrogant supervisors.
Every mocking laugh from wealthy guests.
Because every day brought him one step closer to the upper floors.
Unlike many employees, Jatin never stole, never argued, and never complained. Whenever someone needed help, he volunteered. If another worker fell sick, he covered their shift. When expensive cutlery disappeared, he found it before management noticed.
Slowly, the hotel owner Quiney kapoor began noticing the quiet young man.
"What's your name?" the owner asked one afternoon.
"Jatin" Monkey Man replied calmly.
The owner nodded.
"You're reliable."
That single compliment changed everything.
Over the next several months, Dev earned everyone's trust.
He became responsible for serving private banquets.Due to veer giving the guidance to jatin.He had infiltrate much earlier than movie version.And he stayed in hotel for much more time.
Then VIP meetings.
Then restricted floors.
Eventually he was entrusted with access cards that only senior employees possessed.
Exactly as Veer had predicted.
One rainy evening, the hotel owner personally summoned him.
"Suite Thirty-Two," the owner said. "No mistakes. Our guest values privacy."
Monkey Man lowered his head respectfully.
"Yes, sir."
His heartbeat quickened.
Suite Thirty-Two.
The top floor.
His target's residence.
The elevator climbed silently.
Every floor felt heavier than the last.
As the doors opened, expensive carpets muffled every footstep. Armed security stood outside several rooms, pretending to be hotel staff.
he pushed the serving trolley toward the suite.
His fingers tightened beneath the cloth covering the food tray.
Hidden there was a narrow combat knife.
For years he had imagined this moment.
The face of the man responsible for his mother's death.
The monster who had destroyed his village.
The reason he had lived only for revenge.
The guards searched him casually before allowing him inside.
The suite overlooked the glittering city skyline.
There he was.
His target.
Relaxed.
Drinking imported whiskey.
Laughing with several influential guests.
Jatin felt his vision blur.
His breathing became heavier.
His fingers moved toward the knife.
One strike.
Just one.
Years of pain would end.
Then another memory surfaced.
Veer's calm voice.
"If you kill him too early, another monster will replace him tomorrow. But if you learn who protects him... you'll destroy them all."
He stopped.His hand slowly released the knife.Instead of attacking, he quietly served drinks while lowering his eyes like a trained waiter.Nobody paid attention to him.
As the evening continued, politicians, businessmen, police officers, and criminal financiers entered and left the room.Jatin memorized every face.
Every whispered promise.
Then something unexpected happened.
The target dismissed everyone except three trusted associates.
Monkey Man pretended to wipe a nearby table while remaining almost invisible.
One of the associates spoke.
"The Indian operation is unstable."
Another replied.
"Golden Bhai says he'll manage it."
Monkey Man's ears sharpened.
Then the name that changed everything echoed through the room.
"Gani Bhai himself is coming to India."
Silence followed.
Even the target seemed surprised.
"When?"
"Within weeks."
"The shipment losses have embarrassed the organization. Gani Bhai wants to inspect everything personally."
Monkey Man continued cleaning as though he had heard nothing.
Inside, every instinct screamed.
This information was priceless.
He quietly left the suite after finishing his duties.
Only once the elevator doors closed did he allow himself to breathe.
That same night, after his shift ended,Jatin slipped through the crowded streets until he reached an abandoned warehouse.
Veer was already waiting.
The teenager looked completely ordinary.
Simple clothes.
School bag resting beside him.
No one would ever suspect that one of the most dangerous intelligence networks in Mumbai revolved around this quiet student.
Jatin repeated every word he had overheard.
Every face.Every visitor.Every name.Veer had specifically mention him to keep eye on every individual and tell him the name,the profession and if he can find the picture of them online than show it to him.Veer knows that some people look like actors from past life are now in real world have very major role they are playing and he want to use them for his own benefit.
When he finally mentioned Gani Bhai's arrival, Veer's expression became serious.
"So it begins," Veer murmured.
"You expected this?"
Veer nodded slowly.
"I knew he'd come eventually. But not this soon."
He began writing names inside a notebook filled with carefully organized observations.
"Golden Bhai..." Veer whispered. "That means Radhe should already be close."
On the opposite side of Mumbai, abandoned warehouses echoed with gunfire.
Bullets tore through rusted containers as two criminal groups battled over a stolen narcotics shipment.
Golden Bhai stood behind an overturned truck, furious.
"They stole from Gani Bhai!" he roared.
"Kill every last one of them!"
His men charged.
Among them fought a broad-shouldered newcomer known only as Radhe.
Unlike the others, Radhe never wasted bullets.
Every movement was efficient.Every punch ended a fight.Every shot found its target.
When one gangster tried ambushing Golden Bhai from behind, Radhe noticed first.
Without hesitation, he tackled Golden Bhai aside.A burst of automatic fire shredded the wall where the gangster had been standing moments earlier.
Before the attacker could react, Radhe grabbed a steel pipe lying nearby.
One strike.The man's wrist shattered.
A second strike.His knee collapsed.
The third blow sent him crashing unconscious onto the concrete floor.
Golden Bhai stared.
Another enemy rushed forward carrying a machete.
Radhe sidestepped effortlessly.
He twisted the man's arm until the blade fell before delivering a devastating elbow that knocked him out instantly.
The remaining attackers hesitated.
One of them pulled out a pistol.
Too slow.Radhe drew his weapon.
Three precise shots.
Three enemies fell.
Silence consumed the warehouse.
Golden Bhai slowly rose to his feet.
He looked at Radhe with newfound respect.
"You saved my life."
Radhe shrugged casually.
"If you die, who pays me?"
Several gangsters laughed nervously.
Golden Bhai laughed the loudest.
"I like this man!"
He slapped Radhe's shoulder.
"From today, you stay close to me."
Radhe simply nodded.
Inside, however, his thoughts were entirely different.
One step closer.
He had spent weeks pretending to be another ruthless criminal.
Beating rivals.
Escorting shipments.
Collecting debts.
Building trust.
Every assignment moved him closer to the man everyone feared but rarely saw.
Gani Bhai.
Golden Bhai lit a cigarette.
"The boss won't be happy."
Radhe glanced sideways.
"The shipment?"
Golden Bhai spat on the ground.
"The shipment... and everything else."
He lowered his voice.
"He wants answers."
"And if he doesn't like those answers..."
Golden Bhai drew a finger across his throat.
Radhe merely nodded.
Inside his mind, every detail was carefully recorded.
Later that night, using an untraceable communication method arranged by Veer, Radhe sent a coded message.
Golden Bhai trusts me.
Confirmed.
Miles away, Veer read the message beneath the dim light of his study lamp while pretending to finish homework.
His notebook now contained two independent confirmations.
The puzzle pieces aligned perfectly.
Veer closed the notebook.
For months he had quietly positioned every player exactly where they needed to be.
Each believed they were acting independently.
Only Veer understood the complete board.
He looked out the window toward Mumbai's glowing skyline.
The city believed monsters ruled the night.
It had no idea that an unseen strategist was already preparing to make those monsters destroy one another.