PROLOGUE Symphony of Secrets The morning sun spilled golden light across the sprawling campus of St. Thomas University, one of the most prestigious universities in the country. The red-brick buildings stood proudly against the clear blue sky, while students hurried through the corridors with books in their hands, laughter echoing from every corner. Yet amidst the ordinary hustle, there was an unusual excitement in the air. Groups of girls stood near the entrance, fixing their hair repeatedly while pretending to scroll through their phones. Boys adjusted their jackets, whispering among themselves. Some first-year students looked around in confusion. "What happened?" "Why is everyone waiting here?" A senior merely smirked. "Just wait." The distant roar of an engine broke the morning silence. A sleek black sports car entered the campus. Within seconds, another luxury SUV followed. Then another. Students rushed towards the parking area. "GenZ Ultim aa gaya!" The entire atmosphere erupted into cheers. The first car door opened. A tall young man stepped out. Aadrit Aaryavardhan. Six feet one inch tall. Perfectly styled black hair. Sharp jawline. Calm brown eyes carrying effortless confidence. Without uttering a single word, his mere presence demanded attention. The second door opened. Rivansh Rathode. Always smiling. Always charming. The prankster of the university. The boy who could make anyone laugh within seconds. Lastly... The rear door opened. Abhimanyu Singhania. Quiet. Elegant. Mysterious. Unlike the other two, he rarely smiled. His silence alone carried more authority than most people's words. As the trio walked inside together, students instinctively moved aside, creating a path for them. Girls screamed excitedly. Phones were raised. Videos started recording. --- English Narration For three years... These three boys had ruled St. Thomas University. Not because they were the richest. Not because they were the strongest. But because together... They were magic. --- Inside the auditorium... Massive LED screens lit up. A concert from the previous year's annual fest played across the screen. Thousands of students screamed as the logo appeared. GENZ ULTIM The university's most famous music band. Aadrit on vocals. Rivansh on guitar. Abhimanyu on piano and composition. They weren't merely performers. They were legends. Every cultural festival. Every competition. Every college event. The winners were almost always... GenZ Ultim. Their songs had crossed millions of streams online. Their fan clubs existed in multiple colleges. They were celebrities even before graduation. Life was perfect. Or so they believed. --- The following Monday... The administrative office buzzed with unusual activity. The Principal personally stood near the entrance. Students exchanged curious glances. "New admissions?" "No..." "I heard they're transfer students." Three expensive SUVs entered the campus one after another. The doors opened. Three unfamiliar boys stepped out. The first one adjusted the strap of his backpack before smiling politely at everyone. Abhimaan Singh Thakur. Simple white shirt. Black jeans. No expensive accessories. No arrogance. Just warmth. The second one stepped forward. Tej Veer Rajkot. Athletic. Bright smile. Eyes filled with mischief. He casually greeted even the security guards. Finally... The third boy quietly got down. Naveen Rai. Soft-spoken. Calm. Observant. He noticed everything. Yet spoke almost nothing. --- Instead of walking away... Abhimaan noticed an elderly gardener struggling to lift flower pots. Without hesitation... He placed his own bag aside. --- Abhimaan (Hindi) "Chacha, main madad kar deta hoon." English Translation "Uncle, let me help you." The old gardener smiled gratefully. Nearby... A first-year student accidentally dropped dozens of books. Before anyone else reacted... Tej crouched down. --- Tej (Hindi) "Arre sambhal ke... exam se pehle hi books se dosti tod dogi kya?" English Translation "Careful... are you planning to break your friendship with your books even before the exams?" The nervous girl laughed. Moments later... Naveen silently helped a visually impaired student reach the library without expecting even a thank you. Students observed everything. There was no show-off. No cameras. Only genuine kindness. --- Days passed. The trio slowly became familiar faces around campus. Then came the Cultural Club auditions. The auditorium overflowed with excitement. The host announced... "Next performance... Abhimaan Singh Thakur... Tej Veer Rajkot... and Naveen Rai." The lights dimmed. Absolute silence. Soft piano notes filled the auditorium. The three boys stepped forward. Then... The beat suddenly changed. A breathtaking fusion of contemporary dance, hip-hop and classical expressions unfolded before everyone's eyes. Each movement was flawless. Each expression told a story. Pain. Hope. Freedom. Loss. The audience sat frozen. Even the judges forgot to blink. As the final pose ended... Silence. Then... The loudest applause the auditorium had ever witnessed. Students stood on their feet. Teachers clapped proudly. Some girls even had tears in their eyes. Backstage... Aadrit watched everything. His confident smile disappeared. Rivansh folded his arms. Abhimanyu remained expressionless... But his fingers tightened. For the first time... Someone had stolen the spotlight. --- Within weeks... Everything changed. The campus split into two groups. One side proudly supported... GenZ Ultim. The other admired... Abhimaan... Tej... and Naveen. Social media pages compared them daily. "Who's better?" "The Kings vs The Newcomers." Music competitions. Sports. Festivals. Debates. Everywhere... The rivalry intensified. Yet surprisingly... Neither group crossed their limits. Their battles remained dignified. But everyone knew... It was only a matter of time before someone snapped. --- One afternoon... The two groups crossed paths inside the central corridor. Hundreds of students slowed down. Everyone sensed something was about to happen. Aadrit stepped forward. A confident smirk appeared. --- Aadrit (Hindi) "Naye ho... thoda dheere chalo. Yeh campus hum teen saal se chala rahe hain." English Translation *"You're new here... Take things slowly. We've ruled this campus for the last three years."* Tej was about to reply. Abhimaan lightly stopped him. He smiled politely. --- Abhimaan (Hindi) "Raaj karna aur izzat kamaana... dono alag cheezein hoti hain." English Translation *"Ruling and earning respect... are two completely different things."* The corridor became silent. Rivansh let out a small laugh. --- Rivansh (Hindi) "Interesting..." Abhimanyu merely looked into Abhimaan's eyes. Something felt strangely familiar. As if... He had met those eyes somewhere before. Neither of them understood why. The two groups walked away. But destiny had already tied an invisible thread between them. --- That night... The cheerful atmosphere vanished. Rain poured heavily. Thunder echoed across the city. That night... Rain lashed against the hostel windows as thunder echoed across the silent campus. Inside Room 307... Abhimaan quietly locked the door. He checked the windows. Pulled the curtains shut. Only after making sure no one was watching did he open an old steel trunk hidden beneath the bed. Tej and Naveen entered a few moments later. Neither of them spoke. The room was heavy with silence. Inside the trunk lay a faded photograph of an Indian Police Commissioner, stained with dried blood. Beside it rested three old friendship bands and a small silver pendant engraved with an unfamiliar symbol. Abhimaan gently picked up the photograph. His eyes lingered on the Commissioner's smiling face. For a brief moment... Pain flickered across all three of their faces. Tej finally broke the silence. Tej (Hindi) "Kitne saal aur...?" English Translation "How many more years...?" Abhimaan lowered his gaze. Abhimaan (Hindi) "Jab tak woh humein dhoondhna band nahi karta." English Translation "Until he stops searching for us." Naveen slowly folded the photograph and placed it back into the trunk. None of them noticed... Far away... Inside a lavish mansion somewhere in Russia... A massive wall of surveillance screens glowed in the darkness. A shadowy figure sat in an armchair, his face hidden. One by one, the screens displayed CCTV footage from St. Thomas University. The camera paused on three familiar faces. Abhimaan Singh Thakur. Tej Veer Rajkot. Naveen Rai. The man's lips curled into a chilling smile. He whispered in fluent English, "After all these years... I finally found you." Lightning illuminated the room for a split second, revealing only the silhouette of the man before darkness swallowed him once again. English Narration Six rivals. Three boys carrying a secret that could destroy countless lives. One ruthless Russian gangster. A murder witnessed years ago. A truth buried beneath layers of lies. When destiny begins to play its symphony... No one walks away unchanged. This... Was only the beginning.