You didn't get selected this year, child.
It's alright.
Next time we'll work harder.
Ruhi.
What happened, child? Are you alright?
I am sorry, papa.
Why are you doing this, Sameer bhai?
Six months ago you already raised the rent.
Think about me.
Unbelievable.
Okay...
Alright, give me some time. Let me think.
I am done. No more rented places.
Did you win a jackpot?
We'll get our share of the land in the village and sell it--
What?
What did you say?
Are you out of your mind?
What's the problem?
Not possible. That's it. End of conversation.
But why?
Don't you get it? I said it's not possible.
How do I tell you?
Brigadier sir, the evidence says
Ruhi committed suicide.
Maybe that's why IG sir sent me to you.
Maybe you can find some new evidence.
But why do you feel this isn't suicide?
I specialised in interrogating captured terrorists.
I understand the body language, the psychology of a person.
And Ruhi is my daughter...
I mean, was my daughter.
Something was definitely bothering her.
And you need to find it.
You need to find it, please.
Surely, sir. We'll do our best.
You are my last hope.
Ruhi Malik.
Age 18.
She travelled to Aurangabad for the under-19 cricket selection.
The file says she wasn't selected.
And next day she was found in her room hanging from a fan.
Although, no suicide note were found.
However according to conventional investigation,
there was no sign of struggle.
Or evidence of foul play.
So it was a suicide.
Now we must find out using our angle.
Investigate whether this was a suicide or not.
Yes, sir.
From the network provider, we got her call data records.
Scanned Ruhi's social media.
WhatChat and Telepost messages,
phone memory, photos.
We checked everything.
But didn't find anything suspicious.
We checked every little detail.
We worked day and night, to look at the case from every angle.
But there was no sign of foul play.
The case still looked like suicide.
But somehow
like the Brigadier, even I wasn't ready to accept it.
And then finally...
According to Ruhi's teammates, she was a happy-go-lucky girl.
But for the past few months, her behaviour had changed.
Arguments with coaches.
Fighting with team-mates. Under performance in matches.
Something was clearly not right.
Right. Look here.
She had an average of three posts every week on Instagram.
But not a single post in the last two months.
Guys! I think I found something.
What? Cool breeze?
According to Ruhi's bank statement,
she bought a new phone one day before she died.
Why would she buy a phone one day before she dies?
We are missing something?
I know. Cool breeze.
The crime was committed on Ruhi's phone,
but I found nothing on her phone.
So she deleted everything.
Deleted data.
Go on, Vipul bhai.
What? Send the consignment?
What about the outstanding payment?
Vipul bhai, I've a question.
Which oil do you apply on your head,
that payment always slips from your mind?
Even I have to give an account to my father.
Here's what I say.
If you want more goods, then first clear payment.
Okay, Hail Lord Krishna!
Okay.
What? Recovering deleted data from the phone?
I can even recover deleted data from Vipul bhai's brain?
Bro...
only you get me.
None other.
Let's do it together. Let's do it together.
Why was she taking such pictures?
Must have sent it to her boyfriend.
She looks kind of forward.
Sorry...
I can't do this anymore.
Someone was blackmailing her.
Scum.
Ruhi's blackmailer was blackmailing her on social media.
So we scanned Ruhi's entire social media again.
And this time we found something.
In the last couple of months,
these profiles have liked and commented on Ruhi's posts.
Most of them are genuine, but...
This rascal... is not what he looks like.
How?
Most of his followers are bots.
It is a fake profile, sir.
We tracked Rahul's online activity.
And noticed he's been regularly commenting
on another girl's posts these last couple of months.
Piya Doshi.
For all we know, the guy is already blackmailing her.
And getting her address will take time.
Sir.
Not her address,
but we know her school.
Please...
I've called Piya's parents over,
but what is this all about?
We can share it with you only after talking to Piya, ma'am.
Ma'am, Piya can't be found.
What nonsense.
Piya Doshi. Please report to the principal's office.
Why didn't you tell me earlier?
Don't worry, no one can go out during school hours.
She has to be inside the school.
Shakti, I'll check the rooms, you check the grounds.
Yes, sir.
Sudhakar, let's go check the assembly hall.
Yes, ma'am.
Piya Doshi of class 11.
Please report to the principal's office.
Piya Doshi of class 11
Please report to the principal's office.
Piya Doshi of class 11.
Report to the principal's office.
If anybody has seen Piya Doshi,
please report to the principal's office.
If anybody has seen Piya Doshi,
please report to the principal's office.
If anybody has seen Piya Doshi...
She is safe.
Piya, stop!
He will never blackmail you again.
I can help you.
You can't.
No one can help me.
Honestly,
please trust me.
We know who he is, Piya. We are going to catch him.
Give me your hand, Piya.
Okay.
Piya!
Don't be afraid, Piya.
Tell us in detail how did it all begin?
A couple of months ago,
I got a friend request from Rahul.
We had few common friends on social media.
So I accepted his friend's request.
We started chatting.
After a while,
he said, "Let's chat on Telepost".
We started chatting there.
He said
he liked me.
He liked talking to me.
We got close...
Video calls made him conscious.
We started sharing pictures.
But suddenly he started blackmailing me.
He made me do bad things.
He knew everything.
Mom-dad's numbers. The number of my friends.
Where I go, what I do, who I talk to.
It was like he could read my mind.
Not your mind, he read your phone.
This app mirrors your phone.
He made you click some link during your chats,
which installed this app on your phone.
Piya.
Why did you think you had no way out?
I thought...
they will be ashamed of me.
No, Piya.
Piya, we love you.
Look at them.
What do you think would have hurt them more?
You being in trouble,
or you not being there at all?
I am having a bloody crush on him.
Telepost app has a special feature.
No sim signup.
To sign up, users can use block-chained powered anonymous numbers.
So we cannot trace him through Telepost.
What about Rahul's social media account?
It was made using a virtual number, so can't be traced.
Then how do we track him?
The same way he tracks his victims.
Interesting.
He mirrored Piya's phone.
So I messaged him from a new number.
There.
Piya, you can choose not to.
Promise me...
you will catch him.
I attached a rat malware with the photo.
Now when he clicks on the photo,
we can see everything on his phone.
Click it, you scum.
Click it. Click it.
He clicked it.
He took the bait.
He's... going to another group.
What sort of people are they?
Did you find an ID?
I am trying, sir. But there is nothing on this phone except for Telepost.
Not even a sim.
How will we track him?
We must catch him before the bid ends.
Yes, sir.
His Wi-fi.
Yes.
According to the IP address, this is the location, sir.
Is he still logged in?
Yes, but the bid ends in three minutes.
He's typing.
But everyone is typing.
It's over, guys.
You are somewhere around.
And still on your phone.
Why didn't I think of this earlier?
It's a girl.
Ruhi, what are you doing here?
I think you have a misunderstanding?
- I am not Ruhi. - Sorry, Piya is it?
Or Captain?
What are...
Why did you do it?
There was a demand.
I supplied.
It was just business.
What you did wasn't business.
It's exploitation.
Everyone has their point of view.
Revolution for one and terrorism for others.
Charge her with some extra cases.
I love you, child.
How many profiles did you track on the Voyeur group?
240.
And arrest?
700.
I'll find each one of them.
Who did we give 730 million from the account?
Your honour, Piyush's email was hacked.
So My-Stocks is at fault here, not the bank.
But how will we prove it?
By spoofing the bank's email.
Can't alter the DNS records, sir.
Elections are around the corner. We must bring the money back.
When there's another girl,
men become very interesting.
Bitcoins are still parked in that wallet.
I think we should track the gift card buyers.
What the freak?