An Innocent Crush ✓

64 | Betrayed.

Shanvi opened the van door, descending gracefully. After a quick look at Kiara, her gaze shifted to Danny. "If anything happens, you know what needs to be done," she whispered, and Danny responded with a reassuring nod.

Her sharp eyes scanned the dimly lit surroundings. With each step, the tension in the air tightened, mirrored by the firm grip on her weapon. A small breath escaped her lips as she detected a goon emerging from the shadows, an unsettling grin etched across his face, gun in hand.

The goon lunged forward, aiming to
overpower Shanvi, but she sidestepped with grace, swiftly disarming him with a precise kick to his wrist. The firearm clattered to the ground, and Shanvi seized the opportunity to incapacitate him with a calculated strike.

“There she is!”

Shanvi shifted seamlessly into a defensive stance as the other goon charged towards her with a renewed sense of aggression.

The man tried a quick roundhouse kick at Shanvi. Expecting it, she skillfully blocked it with her forearm, feeling the force. In response, Shanvi hit back with a strong sidekick to the man's midsection, putting some space between them.

“Fucking morons…”

Shanvi landed a spinning hook kick on the man's jaw, making him stagger. Seeing a chance, she quickly got close and finished with a roundhouse kick to his head. He fell to the ground, knocked out.

Shanvi quickly left after checking the unconscious man. Sneaking into the warehouse through a different entrance, she hid among the containers, staying alert to everything around her.

Shanvi paused, taking a deep breath, and tightened her grip on the gun in her hands. Just as Shanvi prepared to make her move, Sameer entered the warehouse with a calm and confident demeanor.

Arjun, who was reveling in Dhruv's torment, furrowed his brow. When Dhruv offered a faint smile, it only fueled Arjun's anger further. He forcefully grasped Dhruv's jaw, lifting his face with a sudden jerk.

Arjun's eyes burned with fury as he stared into Dhruv's defiant gaze. "You find this amusing, Sehgal?" he spat, tightening his grip on Dhruv's jaw.

Dhruv, though restrained, maintained a stoic composure. "Your desperation is quite evident, Arjun. You can't break me with your brutality."

Arjun's laughter echoed through the warehouse, a sinister sound that sent shivers down the spine. "Break you? Oh, Dhruv, you haven't seen anything yet."

Arjun, still holding Dhruv's face, leaned in with a menacing whisper. "I'll show you the true extent of suffering, and your precious Kiara will witness it all."

Sameer advanced toward the central area where Arjun held Dhruv captive. His eyes darted between the masked figures, calculating the best approach to neutralize the threat.

Arjun abruptly released Dhruv and then turned his attention to Sameer, who was standing alongside a henchman. "Sameer, pass me the gun over there…" Arjun said. Sameer nodded and proceeded towards the desk. With a composed expression, he carefully picked up the gun, checked the bullets, and then walked back to Arjun.

Arjun reached out for the gun, but Sameer smirked, aiming it at his forehead. "Checkmate, Dr. Mehra," Sameer muttered with a strong and menacing tone. Shanvi couldn't help but release a derisive chuckle while remaining concealed behind the container.

Arjun's face contorted with a mix of shock and fury as Sameer turned the tables on him. The balance of power shifted in an unexpected twist, leaving Arjun momentarily speechless.

Shanvi, observing the unfolding confrontation, maintained her position, ready to intervene if needed. Sameer's calm demeanor contrasted sharply with Arjun's enraged expression.

"You thought you could control every move, Mehra," Sameer declared, his voice cutting through the tense air. "But the game has changed."

Arjun, his face twisted in frustration, tried to mask his vulnerability with a mocking smirk. "Sameer, my old friend, you've chosen the wrong side. Betraying me won't end well for you."

Sameer's stare held firm, his grip unwavering on the firearm. "Old friend?" he scoffed, advancing confidently. Arjun smirked, confident in his henchman aiming at Sameer.

The smirk vanished as an unexpected shot took down the henchman. It was Shanvi emerging from her hiding spot, taking control with a precise shot.

Sameer's commanding voice pierced the tense air as the henchmen prepared to strike. "Halt in your tracks, fuckers, unless you fancy witnessing your boss's skull meeting its demise," he declared. The menacing threat froze the assailants, prompting them to relinquish their weapons.

Shanvi swiftly approached Dhruv, skillfully releasing him from the tightly bound ropes. Arjun's jaw clenched as he shot a furious glare at Sameer, accusing him, "You betrayed me!" The intensity of his anger radiated through flaring nostrils.

Sameer nonchalantly took out the handcuffs from his pocket, keeping the gun trained on Arjun. With a scoff, he retorted, "Betrayed who? You?" The tension peaked as he pressed the gun against Arjun's forehead.

Sameer, with a mocking smile, commented, "You know, Arjun, betrayal is such a strong word. I prefer to call it a change of professional allegiance."

Arjun, seething with anger, retorted, "you were my right hand!"

Sameer chuckled, the gun still pointed at Arjun. "Well, turns out I have a left hand too, and it's quite skilled."

Arjun's eyes narrowed. "You think you can just walk away from this?"

Sameer tilted his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, I'm not just walking away, Arjun. I'm stepping over the your fucking empire."

Arjun's face contorted with frustration. "You won't get away with this. I have influence, connections—"

Sameer interrupted with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Save the dialogue for some other time, Arjun. We're done here..."

***

Danny chuckled before turning to Kiara, saying, "I always said Mr. and Mrs. Shekhawat are the best. Arjun must have—"

Suddenly, the van's door swung open, revealing a few intimidating figures. Kiara gasped, exchanging worried glances with Danny, who nervously faced the looming threat.

"Um—"

Without warning, one of the goons seized Danny, forcefully pulling him out of the van and tossing him onto the gritty ground with a thud. Kiara winced as another man grabbed her wrist, and despite her attempts to break free, his grip remained unyielding.

The man let out a laugh before walking toward Danny, who was lying flat on the ground. As he approached, Danny swiftly drew a small dagger from his boots and thrust it into the man's stomach.

The man groaned in surprise, but upon seeing Danny controlling his laughter, he glanced at the dagger and realized it was fake. "Bloody rascal," Danny smirked, turning the dagger upside down. He then pressed it into the man's stomach again, delivering an electric shock, as the dagger was, in fact, a stun gun.

Danny playfully mocked, "Come on, man, you fell for the oldest trick in the book!" With a cheeky grin, he delivered a swift sidekick to the overconfident goon.

Turning his attention to Kiara, who was still struggling to break free, Danny shook his head at her. He looked around and soon spotted an iron rod on the ground, he immediately grab it to help her out.

Danny forcefully swung the iron rod, connecting with the man's head, causing him to release his grip on Kiara's wrist. Taking the opportunity, Kiara swiftly delivered a kick to the man's lower body, eliciting a groan as he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Danny let out a dramatic groan, declaring, "Oh dear Jesus, it hurts!" He clung to his nether regions, wearing a pained expression.

Kiara, puzzled, frowned and protested, "I kicked the bad guy, not you!" Danny, still clutching his sensitive area, nodded solemnly, "True, but it still hurts..." he whispered with a wry smile.