When the freighter struck a jagged reef off the coast of Mumbai, the hull cracked like an eggshell. Raj and his ragtag crew—a cynical engineer named Arjun and a quick-witted stowaway named Meera—woke up to find the lower decks flooded. But the rising tide was the least of their worries. The tank was empty.
"Hindi mein bolo toh, yeh machhli nahi, maut hai," Arjun whispered, clutching a flare gun as a shadow drifted past the glass porthole of the galley. When the freighter struck a jagged reef off
They were survivors, drifting in the vast silence, haunted by the glowing eyes that remained just beneath the surface. yeh machhli nahi