Shubman Gill and His Dirty Secrets - Episode 12

**INT. ABANDONED TEXTILE MILL – CENTRAL DELHI – 8:45 PM**

The mill feels colder tonight. The rain has stopped, but water still drips from the broken roof in slow, rhythmic taps. The six metal chairs from the previous night have been removed. In their place, a long steel table and six new chairs are arranged in the center under the single swinging bulb. The five men sit around the table — maps, burner phones, and encrypted laptops spread out like a war council.

Virat stands at the head, sleeves rolled, knuckles still scabbed from two nights ago.

**VIRAT**  

(voice low, controlled)  

The six fathers. Ministers. Business tycoons. Men who think the country belongs to them. We cannot snatch them the same way. One wrong move and the entire system comes down on us.

**KL RAHUL**  

(nodding, precise as always)  

We do it surgically. Fake high-level business meetings. Separate locations. Private cars. No visible force. No marks. We bring them here conscious but calm. They walk in thinking it’s another deal.

**ABHISHEK**  

(typing rapidly on his laptop, voice calm and professional)  

I’ve already set up the invites. “Emergency strategy session regarding the Gill murder investigation — off the record.” Their assistants are confirming as we speak. Aryan’s father first — 11 PM at his private office in Connaught Place. The others staggered over the next four hours.

Ishan and Hardik sit side by side, quieter than usual. Ishan’s eyes keep flicking toward Abhishek — small, almost imperceptible glances. Hardik notices. Their hands brush under the table once — a silent “later.”

**HARDIK**  

(voice steady)  

We use the fixer’s old network for the vans. Black, tinted, no plates. Separate drop points. They arrive thinking they’re meeting each other. By the time they realize it’s us, they’re already here.

**ISHAN**  

(quiet, but intense)  

And when they’re here… we ask them what they did after the boys left. Gently at first. Then we push.

Abhishek nods, eyes on his screen. No one sees the way his jaw tightens for half a second.

**VIRAT**  

(standing)  

We move in thirty minutes. No mistakes. For Shubman.

The five rise. The mill lights dim as they file out.

**CUT TO:**

**MONTAGE – THE CAREFUL ABDUCTIONS – NIGHT**

**INT. CONNAUGHT PLACE PRIVATE OFFICE – 11:07 PM**

Aryan’s father — a silver-haired UP Minister — steps into the back of a black Mercedes, thinking it’s his usual driver. The door closes. Inside, two of the team wait. A quick, calm conversation. A cloth over the nose. He slumps without a fight.

**EXT. GURGAON PENTHOUSE HELIPAD – 12:19 AM**

The Rajasthan twins’ father — a powerful industrialist — boards what he believes is his private helicopter for an urgent meeting. The pilot is one of theirs. The chopper lands at a discreet warehouse instead. He is escorted calmly inside.

**EXT. SOUTH DELHI LUXURY RESIDENCE – 1:34 AM**

Kabir’s father, a pharma kingpin, is picked up after a late dinner. The car is his own — just the driver replaced. He never sees the needle.

One by one, the six powerful men are collected with surgical precision. No screams. No bruises. No alarms raised. Each believes he is heading to an important, secret meeting.

**INT. ABANDONED TEXTILE MILL – 3:22 AM**

The six fathers are now seated in the circle of chairs — conscious, hands zip-tied loosely in front, no visible injuries. They look confused rather than terrified at first. Expensive suits, watches glinting under the swinging bulb.

The five men stand before them, faces bare, expressions cold.

**VIRAT**  

(voice calm, almost polite)  

Gentlemen. We know what your sons did to Shubman Gill. We also know you came to the villa after they left. Around 3 AM. You stayed two hours. Tell us what happened.

The fathers exchange glances. The oldest — Aryan’s father — leans forward.

**ARYAN’S FATHER**  

(voice smooth, politician’s tone)  

We went for a private meeting. Then we saw him… lying there. Naked. Wrecked. But still… beautiful. We couldn’t resist. He was… willing. Enjoying it. All six of us. He liked older men. Said we made him feel safe after the boys. There’s a video on my phone. Check it. You’ll see.

Abhishek steps forward, takes the phone, plays the video on silent. The fathers watch with faint smiles. The five men watch in silence — faces hardening.

**KABIR’S FATHER**  

(smiling faintly)  

He was a perfect boy. Took all of us beautifully. Romantic, even. Passionate. We left him satisfied. Alive. Covered in us, but alive.

The confession is delivered with the same calm arrogance as their sons — but softer, almost fond.

The five men absorb it. No violence this time. Just cold, calculated questions. Timelines. Details. The fathers give everything — proud, almost boastful.

**CUT TO:**

**INT. HARDIK’S CAR – PARKED OUTSIDE THE MILL – 4:50 AM (PARALLEL SCENE)**

While the interrogation continues inside, Ishan and Hardik sit in Hardik’s car a block away, engine off, rain starting again on the windshield.

They have been running their own quiet investigation for the last 36 hours.

**ISHAN**  

(voice low, urgent)  

Abhishek was the last one to see Shubman alive on the group chat that night. He was online until 4:20 AM. The time of death window.

**HARDIK**  

(nodding, eyes hard)  

And he was the one who suggested the villa location to the fixer. Small things. But they add up. We keep digging. Quietly. No one else knows.

They share a long look — doubt, loyalty, and a growing dread.

**ISHAN**  

If it’s him… we handle it ourselves.

Hardik starts the car.

**HARDIK**  

Let’s go back inside. We finish with the fathers first.

**CUT TO:**

**INT. ABANDONED TEXTILE MILL – 5:15 AM**

The six fathers are still seated, calm but now uneasy under the relentless questioning. The five men stand in a line, faces unreadable.

**VIRAT**  

(quiet, final)  

You didn’t kill him. But you used him. Just like your sons.

The fathers nod, almost relieved.

**ARYAN’S FATHER**  

We left him alive. Someone else finished it.

The bulb swings. The rain outside picks up again.

The five men exchange glances. The investigation has opened wider than ever.

But in the shadows, Abhishek’s eyes flicker — just once — toward the door.

**TO BE CONTINUED…**