Delhi, IndiaThe business party had ignited a firestorm. Alisha, a vision in her all-black bodyguard gear, had stood as Samrat Oberoi's shield, but the night spiraled into chaos. Mr. Dutt, a sleazy tycoon, had hurled vile insults about her, his words dripping with venom. Samrat's rage erupted, a broken glass bottle smashing into Dutt's face, blood staining the polished floor as the elite gasped. Alisha, misreading the scene, thought Dutt had lunged at Samrat. Guilt seared her—she'd stepped away for privacy, failing her duty. Her desperate apologies echoed as Samrat, eyes blazing, dragged her from the chaos and dropped her at her apartment in frigid silence, tires screeching into the night.Across Delhi's shadowed alleys, Vivan, Alisha's martial arts mentor and fiercest ally, had hunted Dutt down. The man's insults against Alisha burned in Vivan's chest, and his fists delivered a merciless lesson. Dutt lay broken, blood pooling, as Vivan ordered his secretary, Rajat, "By dawn, this scum's on the street." Unbeknownst to him, Samrat had issued an identical command to his secretary, Rahul, their fury a mirror, Alisha the spark uniting their wrath.The ApartmentVivan strode into the apartment, his knuckles raw but his heart steady. He knocked, and Khushi flung open the door, her eyes sparkling at her boyfriend's return. "Vivan, finally! Alisha's been pestering us about you. She's moping in her room—go fix her, or we'll never hear the end of it."Vivan's lips quirked. "You should've eaten. Why wait for me?"Khushi poked his chest, grinning. "Family rule: when you're in Delhi, we feast together. No escaping us, hotshot."He ruffled her hair, his affection softening the night's edge, and headed to Alisha's room. Inside, Alisha sat on the bed, Neha's arms around her, their silence heavy. Vivan's gut twisted—something was off. "Ishu, what's wrong?" he asked, crouching beside her.Alisha's eyes flickered, a forced smile fading. "Nothing, Vivan. Just… overthinking."He tilted his head, unconvinced. "Spill it. You know I'll drag it out of you."Her walls crumbled, and she clutched a pillow, her voice trembling. "It's stupid. You and Khushi are so in love—you'll marry, move out. Neha and I… we'll fall for someone someday, leave too. This apartment will be empty. What happens then?"Vivan's heart ached at her raw fear. Neha tightened her hug, whispering, "Ishu, you're freaking me out too."Vivan pulled them both close, his voice a steady anchor. "This place is home, no matter where life takes us. We're family—forever. Got it?" His words dissolved their dread, and he led them to the dining table. Alisha, Neha, Khushi, Vivan, and Varun, who'd lounged nearby, dove into a raucous meal, their laughter banishing the shadows. Exhausted, they crashed, Delhi's stars guarding their dreams.The Next MorningSamrat was set to dominate his Delhi office, and Alisha, fueled by resolve, donned her bodyguard attire and marched in. Her pulse raced—what if he fired her for last night's failure? In his sleek office, Samrat sat, buried in files, his presence commanding. "Good morning, boss," Alisha said, masking her nerves.Samrat glanced up, a curt "Hmm" his only reply.She stood rigid, watching him, dread clawing her. Will he sack me? Minutes dragged, her gaze locked on him. Finally, Samrat frowned, leaning back. "Why are you standing there like a lost puppy?"Her words spilled in a torrent. "Boss, I know I screwed up last night. It's on me, and I swear it won't happen again. Please, one more chance. I'll fix this. As your bodyguard, I'll keep you safe—my life on it."Samrat's eyes bore into her, catching the guilt fueling her plea. She thought Dutt attacked him, that she'd failed. The mix-up amused him, a smirk tugging at his lips, but he kept his cool. "Fine," he said, voice like steel. "One pass. No more slip-ups."Alisha's face ignited with relief. "Thank you, boss! I'll guard you with everything I've got!"He raised a brow, stifling a chuckle. "Tone it down." She hesitated, then asked, "So… what now?""No work for you here," Samrat said. "Share Rahul's cabin.""Okay, boss!" she chirped, practically skipping out.Alone, Samrat's facade cracked, a soft laugh escaping. Too damn cute, he thought, shaking his head.As Alisha passed the lobby, a TV hummed faintly: "Local businessman found beaten on a street, motives unclear…" She barely registered it, her mind on Samrat, unaware the report tied to Dutt's fate.Black Squad BaseVivan stormed into Black Squad's covert Delhi base, his presence a blade cutting through the air. He entered Shadow Fox's cabin, where the senior operative sat with Senior Agent Rao, a retired legend whose wisdom shaped the squad's missions. Rao's eyes, sharp as ever, greeted Vivan as he sat."What's urgent, Senior?" Vivan asked, cutting to the chase.Rao's gaze hardened. "Alisha. What's she doing?"Vivan leaned forward. "Acting, mostly. Her career's on fire.""Then why's she playing bodyguard for Samrat Oberoi?" Rao pressed.Vivan exhaled, recounting the accident, the surgery, Alisha's seven-month contract. Rao's brows shot up. "A rising star, and she's guarding your brother's rival? Why?""Duty," Vivan said simply. "It's temporary."Rao nodded, then dropped a bomb. "Vivan, Black Venom's targeting Alisha." Vivan froze, his blood icing. "They know she's tight with Storm Queen, Shadow Fox, White Tiger—our best. She's their bait to lure and slaughter our agents."Vivan's fists clenched. "So soon?"Rao's voice was grim. "They'll kidnap her, torture her to draw us out. Our agents can handle themselves, but Alisha's exposed. And I don't want Oberoi sniffing out her Black Squad ties."Shadow Fox, silent till now, leaned in. "Alisha's no weakling. We trained her to crush five to ten men. If she's outnumbered, we'll deploy covert guards—starting today. She can't know they're ours."Rao approved, eyes on Vivan. "You're handling this, right?"Vivan's jaw set, a coded text to Alisha already forming in his mind. "Consider it done." He strode out, fire in his veins, as Rao watched, worry creasing his face.Samrat's OfficeAlisha settled into Rahul's cabin, oblivious to the storm brewing. Through the glass partition, Samrat glanced over, his pen pausing. Alisha and Rahul were doubled over, laughing, her hand playfully swatting Rahul's shoulder as he cracked another joke. Their ease, their closeness, twisted something in Samrat's chest. Why did it sting? He scowled, grabbing his phone.Alisha's phone buzzed mid-giggle. "Hello?" she answered."My cabin. Now," Samrat snapped."Coming, boss," she said, hanging up. "Rahul, your boss calls. Later!"Rahul waved her off, and Alisha hurried to Samrat's cabin. Inside, his glare pinned her, sharp and unyielding. "What's wrong, boss? Did I mess up again?" she asked, heart racing.Samrat caught his jealousy, forcing calm. "Nothing. Can't I check on my bodyguard?"She scratched her neck, flustered. "No, just… curious. What's the task?"He scrambled, eyes darting. "It's hot. Open the window."Alisha blinked. Hot? It's arctic in here. But she complied, crossing to the window. Outside, black clouds churned, a storm brewing. As she cracked the window, a fierce gust roared in, scattering Samrat's files. Papers flew, and Alisha dove to catch them, Samrat lunging to help.They scrambled, hands brushing over a stray sheet. Their eyes locked, a spark flaring. Alisha yanked her hand back, cheeks burning. Samrat's brow furrowed, the moment souring. He stood to leave, but his foot snagged the table leg. He stumbled, crashing forward—onto Alisha, who'd just risen.They hit the floor, Alisha pinned beneath him. Her breath hitched as Samrat's lips landed on hers, an accidental kiss that seared through them. Her heart thundered, eyes wide, meeting his—shock and something deeper flickering in his gaze, his breath warm against her skin. The storm outside roared, but their world stilled, hearts pounding in a stolen moment.
Will this accidental kiss ignite forbidden sparks or unravel Samrat's trust in Alisha? Can Vivan shield her from Black Venom's claws without exposing her Black Squad ties? And as Delhi's shadows tighten, will Alisha's strength defy the storm—or will secrets shatter her world? The clock is ticking, and danger is closer than she knows.