Aashvi's Defiance - A Mission of Rage
Dharam Singh's voice echoed through the office, his tone firm, leaving no room for argument.
Dharam Singh (sternly): "Aashvi, yeh mera aakhri faisla hai. Tum iss mission pe nahi jaa rahi ho."
Aashvi clenched her jaw. "Par sir-"
His eyes hardened. "Ek baar keh diya na, bas keh diya!"
She swallowed the lump forming in her throat. She had never seen him this furious before.
She knew why.
This mission wasn't just dangerous-it was almost suicidal.
The terrorist group had already executed two officers who attempted to infiltrate their hideout. Now, they had kidnapped a bus full of children.
And yet-Dharam Singh refused to let her go.
His anger wasn't just that of a commanding officer. It was personal.
Aashvi lowered her gaze, fists tightening. "Ji, sir," she muttered, barely concealing her disappointment.
Dharam Singh sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Aashvi, tum samajh nahi rahi ho. Tumhare liye yeh sirf ek mission ho sakta hai, par mere liye tumhari jaan zyada important hai. Main tumhe iss baar risk lene nahi de sakta."
Aashvi: "Aur un bachon ki jaan ka kya?"
He turned to leave. "Un logon ki mujhse dushmani hai, tumse nahi. Tum yahan se kahin nahi jaa rahi ho."
With that final command, he walked out.
Aashvi's Breaking Point
She stood still for a moment, trying to control the storm raging inside her.
She wanted to listen to Dharam Singh.
But then-her phone buzzed.
A live feed from the intelligence team came in, transmitting the terrorists' messages.
One of the masked men sneered into the camera.
Terrorist (mocking): "Woh tumhara officer Dharam Singh? Bas naam ka sher hai! Humne do officers ko maar diya, ab kya kar lega? Khud aane ka kast karega?"
Aashvi's blood boiled.
Her fingers gripped the phone so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
They had insulted Dharam Singh.
They had mocked him.
And worst of all-they still had those children.
Aashvi took a deep breath, her mind made up.
If Dharam Singh wouldn't let her go-then she'd go without his permission.
She grabbed her gear, snatched her bike keys, and stormed out of the headquarters.
She knew it was reckless.
She knew she'd have to face Dharam Singh's wrath later.
But right now-nothing else mattered except completing the mission.
The Deadly Chase - Aashvi's Last Stand
The terrorists were on a remote, winding mountain road, away from city traffic.
Aashvi's bike roared as she sped through the sharp turns, her eyes locked onto the truck carrying the hostages.
The terrorists noticed her approach and opened fire.
She swerved, dodging the bullets, and accelerated.
Suddenly, a bus appeared in front of her.
Without hesitation, she bent low, tilting the bike at an almost impossible angle, sliding right under the moving vehicle.
Emerging on the other side, she barely had time to react before another car blocked her path.
Gritting her teeth, she pulled the clutch and jumped the bike over the car.
She was inches away now.
Drawing her gun, she fired two precise shots, eliminating two terrorists on the spot.
The leader, realizing they were losing, attempted to escape.
Aashvi wasn't about to let that happen.
She leaped from her bike, crashing onto the truck, engaging in a brutal hand-to-hand fight.
Despite taking hits, she managed to overpower him, shoving him off the moving vehicle. He tumbled down the rocky slope.
Quickly stopping the truck, she freed the kidnapped children.
But before she could breathe in relief, she heard the screeching of tires.
A speeding jeep came straight at her.
She tried to move, but exhaustion had already overtaken her body.
The impact sent her flying off the road.
Darkness consumed her.
Hospital Tension - Aashvi, Dharam Singh & Mihir
Aashvi slowly blinked her eyes open. The stark white walls of the hospital room came into focus.
A dull ache spread through her body, reminding her of the accident.
She tried to move but winced in pain. That's when she noticed Mihir wasn't in the room.
Her gaze shifted toward the door-and her breath hitched.
Through the small glass panel, she saw him.
Dharam Singh.
He was speaking to the doctor. His face was cold, his usual warmth replaced by something else-anger? Disappointment?
Aashvi swallowed hard.
She knew why he was angry.
She had disobeyed him. She had put herself in danger again.
The doctor glanced toward Aashvi, then back at Dharam Singh. She saw the doctor speaking, and Dharam Singh's jaw tightened.
For a second, he looked at her room.
Aashvi held her breath.
Then-he turned and walked away without stepping inside.
Her throat tightened.
She had expected this. But it still hurt.
Just then, Mihir entered the hospital room, carrying a food packet.
Mihir (relieved): "Aashvi! Tum hosh mein aa gayi. Kaise feel kar rahi ho?"
Aashvi quickly masked her emotions, giving a small nod. "Theek hoon."
Mihir sat beside her. "Tumhe pata hai kitna dangerous accident god ko infinite thanks ki tum thik ho-" He paused, frowning. "By the way, tum wahan kar kya rahi thi?"
Aashvi hesitated. "Bas... ek kaam tha."
Mihir narrowed his eyes. "Kaam? Tum director ho, Aashvi. Yeh bike stunts aur dangerous jagah pe rehna... yeh sab normal nahi hai."
She forced a weak smile. "Mujhe adventure pasand hai."
Mihir didn't look convinced. But for now, he let it go.
Kavya & Garg - A Dance of Misunderstandings
The grand wedding function was held in a royal palace in India. The air was filled with the scent of flowers and the rhythm of festive music.
Kavya stood near the entrance, arms crossed.
Garg was late.
And she was angry.
Finally, he arrived, dressed in a sharp blazer, looking slightly out of breath.
Kavya walked up to him.
Kavya (sarcastic): "Wah! Janab finally aa gaye? Kitni meherbani jo yaad aa gaya ki yahan hona tha!"
Garg remained calm. "Kavya, suno-"
Kavya: "Suno? Seriously? Tum samajhte bhi ho maine tumhare saath kitni practice ki thi?"
Garg (firmly): "Mujhe late hone ka koi shauk nahi tha."
She scoffed. "Toh kya excuse hai iss baar? Business meeting?"
Garg took a deep breath. "Mujhe kisi ko proof dene ki zaroorat nahi, but tumhe janne ka haq hai ki main sirf ek ordinary insaan nahi hoon, Kavya. Main Garg Singh Rathore hoon-apne village ka younger prince."
Silence.
Kavya stared at him, confused.
Then, she laughed. "Prince? Yeh sab sirf kahaniyon mein hota hai."
Garg (seriously): "Mere responsibilities real hain. Tumhe shayad mazaak lage, par aaj main late isliye hua kyunki mere village ke ek farmer ki emergency thi. Unka pura season ka harvest barbad hone wala tha because of government policies, aur mujhe unki help karni thi. Agar main nahi hota, toh poora gaon suffer karta."
Kavya frowned. "Tum keh rahe ho ki tum kisi ancient kahani ke rajkumar ho? Tum kya, apne village ke king banne wale ho?"
Garg sighed. "Kavya, tum samajhna nahi chahti."
Kavya shook her head. "Because it is unbelievable! Yeh sirf filmon aur books mein hota hai!"
Before he could argue, a voice interrupted.
"Kavya! Chal na, sab wait kar rahe hain!"
Akshay, her childhood friend, appeared, smiling. He casually grabbed her hand.
Garg's expression hardened.
As Kavya took Akshay's hand and walked away, Garg watched, his fists clenched.
"Agar tumhe lagta hai ki main sirf ek kahani ka prince hoon, toh tum mujhe samajhne ka bhi haq nahi rakhti."
And so, the night continued-while the distance between them only grew.
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