Story Description -Code of Shadows
She was erased from every database.
He was wounded by every mission.
Together, they're about to rewrite the rules.
Varshika, now living under the alias *Riya*, was trained by her mysterious Chitappa and protect...
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Chapter 10 – The Decoy Hotel Theme: Between lies and longing. Tone: Tense, romantic, undercover. Setting: Night drive through Chennai → 5-star coastal hotel.
Scene 1 – Briefing at Meenakshi's Safehouse
Low light. The projector hums. Files flicker on the wall — photos of Amir Malhotra and Aaradhya Kapoor.
Meenakshi: "Our trace on Raghavan's network went dark after Delhi. But one name keeps pinging — Amir Malhotra. Imports, Rajagopalan Exports. His wife Aaradhya hosts private socials for investors. That's our window."
Reena: "We'll go in as buyers. Posing as a couple looking to expand in Chennai."
Varshika (arms crossed): "Fake buyer? Seriously, Reena... that trick's outdated."
Reena (grinning): "Outdated works when you play it right."
Darshan (leaning back): "We'll make it work. Kavin's set the tracker net. Varshika, you're the face; I'm the money."
Varshika: "Convenient. You get to order me around again?"
Darshan (smirking): "Only when you forget the plan."
Small laugh. The tension's there already.
Meenakshi: "Here. Communication line — disguised as studs. Built-in GPS, mic, pulse reader. Range: two kilometers."
Varshika (inspecting): "Pretty for spy gear."
Darshan (softly): "Pretty suits you."
She glances up. For a second, the air thickens.
Scene 2 – The Car
Late night. The city's half-asleep. Rain on the windshield. Darshan drives; Varshika watches the lights blur past.
Darshan: "Nervous?"
Varshika: "Of what? The mission or your driving?"
Darshan (laughs): "Both can kill you."
They share a quiet moment. The earpiece glows faintly in Varshika's ear.
Varshika (teasing): "GPS linked to heartbeat, huh? So you'll know when mine spikes?"
Darshan: "Already is."
She looks at him — caught between irritation and something warmer.
Varshika: "Focus da. Mission first."
Darshan (low): "Trying. You're the distraction."
The car slows at a red light. The silence turns heavy — the kind that hums. Her hand slips while adjusting the tracker; his fingers catch hers. Breath pauses.
