24. Into Action

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"Hey girls. We're up for a meeting," Amrita messaged in the group chat early that morning.

The notification popped up on all their phones, pulling each of them from their routines.

Divya, now a married woman, smiled at the familiarity of Amrita's straightforward tone. A few days had passed since her wedding, and life was settling into a rhythm.

But tomorrow was different. It was the day of Amrita-Aaryansh and Ananya-Aditya's weddings.

Despite the looming festivities, the girls made their way to their usual meeting place: the bustling café they had claimed as their own.

The aroma of coffee and the sound of clinking cups created a strange sense of normalcy despite the intensity of their mission.

Amrita sat at their usual table, her legs crossed and her gaze sharp. Ishika arrived first, sliding into the chair beside her.

Ananya entered moments later, humming a tune that spoke of her carefree spirit, but the glint in her eyes betrayed her readiness.

Lastly, Divya stepped in, her posture poised yet relaxed, laptop bag slung over her shoulder.

"What is it, Ritu? What happened?" Divya asked, settling into her seat.

Amrita leaned forward, her voice low. "Did you get any information on our target?"

"Yes." Amrita's eyes gleamed. "This guy is staying at the Bela Hotel tonight. After that, no one knows where he'll disappear to."

"How do you know he's staying there? And why tonight?" Ananya asked, arching a brow as she sipped her coffee.

"I got the intel from our guy in the police department-the one who always helps us." Amrita shrugged, her tone casual, but the undertone of confidence was unmistakable.

"But are you sure?" Ishika asked, her brows furrowing.

"For that, Divi-ma, I need you to confirm." Amrita smirked, nudging Divya playfully.

"On it," Divya replied, already pulling out her laptop and powering it up.

Within seconds, her fingers flew across the keyboard, the screen reflecting in her focused eyes.

The others waited in silence, knowing better than to interrupt her when she was in her element.

After a few tense moments, Divya looked up and said, "The info is correct. This bast@rd is staying there tonight."

"That was fast," Ananya said, genuinely impressed.

Divya shot her a quick grin. "What can I say? It's what I do."

"Well, what do we do now?" Amrita asked, turning to Ishika, their strategist and planner.

Ishika tapped her chin thoughtfully before speaking. "We take him down. Clean and fast. No room for error."

"Tonight it is, then." Amrita's smirk turned lethal, her eyes glowing with a dangerous edge.

"But we need to do this quickly," Divya interjected, her tone firm. "Considering the fact that two of you have your weddings tomorrow."

"Oh, don't worry." Ananya waved a hand dismissively, her grin widening. "We promise we'll make it quick and clean. Right, Amul baby?"

Amrita rolled her eyes but nodded. "Yeah, we will. This guy won't know what hit him."

Ishika opened her planner and began jotting down the details. "Alright, here's how we'll do it. Divya, you're on surveillance and hacking. I want every camera and security measure at that hotel under your control."

Divya nodded, her fingers already returning to her keyboard.

"Ananya, you'll handle the lookout. Keep an eye on any movement outside the hotel and ensure no one unexpected shows up."

"Got it," Ananya said, cracking her knuckles.

"I'll handle the main approach," Amrita added, her smirk returning. "If he thinks he's safe, he'll let his guard down. That's when we strike."

"Fine, but we'll be with you every step of the way," Ishika said firmly. "We don't take unnecessary risks, Ritu."

"Don't worry," Amrita said, her voice carrying a quiet promise. "I know what I'm doing."

Divya glanced at her friends, the camaraderie between them as unshakable as their determination.

For years, they had each other's backs, and tonight would be no different.

"Alright," Ishika said, her tone resolute. "Let's move. We meet at the Bela Hotel at 10 p.m. sharp. Everyone knows their role. Let's make this fast, effective, and untraceable."

The girls nodded, their eyes shining with purpose.

Despite the weight of their mission, a shared understanding passed between them. This wasn't just about justice or revenge-it was about protecting each other and their shared goal.

Time skip

"Venom! One guy is coming toward you from your left!" Divya’s calm voice buzzed through Amrita’s earpiece.

Amrita didn’t even flinch. With a quick, calculated move, she spun around, her elbow catching the approaching man square in the jaw. He crumpled to the ground without a sound.

“Done,” she whispered, smirking as she adjusted the cuffs of her leather jacket.

"Four from your back!" Divya's voice came again, this time with urgency.

Amrita’s eyes narrowed. She glanced at the faint reflection of the men in the glass of a nearby window.

Their footsteps were light, but not light enough.

She whispered back, "Got it."

She waited until they were close enough, then ducked behind a pillar.

The first man lunged toward where he thought she’d been standing, only to find himself yanked by his collar and slammed into the wall. His groan was muffled as he slid to the floor.

The second and third men hesitated, exchanging uneasy glances. That moment of doubt was all Amrita needed.

She grabbed a tray from a nearby table and flung it like a discus, hitting one squarely in the face.

As he stumbled backward, she tackled the last one with a swift kick to the knees, dropping him to the floor.

The fourth man, seeing his comrades defeated, froze in place.

“Run, or you’re next,” Amrita hissed, her voice as cold as steel. The man didn’t need to be told twice—he bolted.

“Clear,” she muttered into the mic.

“That was impressive,” Ananya’s voice chimed in through the Bluetooth. “I wish I had popcorn to watch this.”

“Focus, troublemaker,” Ishika snapped. “Pheonix, you’re up. The guy at the front desk just got suspicious. Phantom, feed her a distraction.”

“On it,” Divya replied, her fingers flying across the keyboard. Moments later, the fire alarm blared through the building.

“That should keep them busy,” Divya said. “Pheonix, make your move.”

Ananya grinned as she strolled toward the front desk, her heels clicking confidently against the marble floor.

She leaned over the counter, flashing the receptionist her brightest smile.

“Hi! Could you help me? I think I left my bracelet in the café earlier, and I just can’t leave without it,” she said, her voice dripping with charm.

The man, clearly flustered, stammered, “Uh, ma’am, I—I can check for you, but—”

“Don’t worry. I’ll wait right here,” Ananya said sweetly, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

As the man disappeared into the back room, Ananya turned to the hidden camera above the desk and winked.

“Front desk is clear,” she whispered.

“Good work,” Ishika said. “Venom, you’re back on point. Phantom, status on the target?”

Divya’s voice came through, steady as ever. “He’s still in the penthouse suite, room 1502.

Security detail is light, but there’s an armed guard outside his door.”

“Leave him to me,” Amrita said, her voice carrying that dangerous edge again.

“Be careful,” Ishika warned.

“Yeah, yeah,” Amrita replied, already heading toward the private elevator.

She swiped the access card Divya had hacked for her and stepped inside.

The ride to the fifteenth floor was eerily silent. Amrita’s heart pounded, but her mind remained razor-sharp.

When the doors slid open, she found the guard standing exactly where Divya had said he’d be.

The man’s eyes widened when he saw her, but before he could react, Amrita launched herself at him.

The fight was brief but brutal. Within moments, the guard was unconscious on the floor, his weapon kicked safely out of reach.

“I’m at the door,” Amrita whispered.

“Wait,” Divya said. “There’s a secondary lock. Give me a sec to disable it.”

The seconds stretched out as Amrita waited, her body tense. Finally, she heard a soft click in her earpiece.

“You’re good to go,” Divya said.

Amrita pushed the door open slowly, stepping into the lavish suite.

The target was seated on the couch, a glass of whiskey in his hand. His eyes widened in shock as he spotted her.

“You!” he gasped, scrambling to his feet. “Who the hell are you?” he yelled, his voice thick with panic.

Amrita smirked, calmly closing the door behind her. “The Venom,” she replied coolly.

She took a step forward, her voice dripping with menace. “You’ve been a big pain in the ass. Now it’s time for you to die.”

The man’s eyes widened at her words and as he registered her name, but then a grin spread across his face. “Not so fast,” he said, his gaze shifting past her.

Amrita raised an eyebrow and turned, her senses immediately alert. A massive, muscular man stood there, his expression deathly serious.

Amrita sighed, her lips curling into a disdainful smile. "Seriously?" she muttered under her breath.

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