25. Mission Accomplished

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“Shit yaar,” Amrita mumbled under her breath, rolling her shoulders as she squared off with the massive man in front of her.

His height and bulk were intimidating, but she wasn’t about to back down.

The man wasted no time and lunged at her, his fist aiming for her face. Amrita ducked just in time, the punch whooshing past her.

However, his follow-up was swift—he landed a solid punch to her ribs, sending her crashing to the ground with a grunt.

For a moment, she saw stars, but before he could deliver another blow, Amrita’s instincts kicked in.

She swung her leg out, kicking his feet from under him. He stumbled forward and hit the ground with a thud, giving her the opportunity to scramble to her feet.

She winced as she stood, feeling the sting in her side.

“Gosh, this is gonna hurt like hell tomorrow,” she whispered, gritting her teeth.

She didn't have time to think about it, though. The man was already back on his feet, his eyes filled with rage.

Amrita quickly pivoted, blocking another punch aimed at her face, and countered with a sharp elbow to his stomach. He grunted but didn’t back down.

Amrita was on fire, her movements fluid, precise, and relentless. She landed a solid punch to his jaw, making him stagger back.

He wiped the blood from his mouth and growled in frustration. “You’re a tough one, aren’t you?”

“Don’t underestimate me,” she shot back, narrowing her eyes.

The fight went on in a blur—Amrita weaving, dodging, and landing hits whenever she could.

But her opponent wasn’t giving up easily. He threw another wild punch, and this time, Amrita didn’t see it coming. It hit her square on the cheek, knocking her sideways.

She stumbled but managed to catch herself just before she hit the ground.

“Dammit,” Amrita muttered, rubbing her jaw. “You’re going to pay for that.”

She lunged again, but the man was ready this time, grabbing her wrist and twisting her arm behind her back.

“Gotcha now,” he growled, pulling her closer.

But just as she was about to retaliate, a figure appeared behind the man.

“Hey, big guy, get your hands off my bestie!” Ananya shouted as she dove into the fray.

With a well-timed punch, Ananya landed a blow to the man’s back, making him stumble forward.

“Thanks, Pheonix!” Amrita grinned, her voice dripping with relief. She quickly broke free from the man’s hold and landed a knee to his gut.

“No problem, Miss Venom! Just try not to get killed before the wedding,” Ananya quipped, throwing a punch to the man’s side.

The man, now visibly irritated, turned to face Ananya, aiming a punch at her. But Ananya was quicker.

She ducked, grabbed his arm, and twisted it behind his back. “I’ve been dying to try this move,” she grinned, using his own momentum to slam him face-first into the floor.

“Not bad, not bad,” Amrita teased as she kicked him while he was down. “But I’m still the better one here.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Ananya shot back with a wink, then she threw another punch at the man’s ribs.

With both girls fighting in tandem, the man was quickly overwhelmed.

Despite his size and strength, he didn’t stand a chance against the two skilled women.

After a few more exchanges of punches, kicks, and well-placed jabs, he finally collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Amrita stood over him, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling. “Well, that was fun. I think I’ll take a nice long nap after this,” she said, wiping blood off her face.

Ananya was leaning against the wall, looking entirely unbothered despite the fight.

“You sure? I thought we’d be celebrating the wedding tomorrow, not resting up for another round of fight club,” she teased, her eyes glinting with mischief.

Amrita gave her a sarcastic look. “Ha ha, very funny, Pheonix. My ribs feel like they’re on fire right now, so I’m all for a quiet evening of ice packs and maybe a glass of wine.”

Ananya chuckled, moving to help Amrita stand. “Don’t worry, we’ll be fine. Besides, you’ll heal up fast. You’re tougher than you look.”

Amrita snorted, “Yeah, that’s true. You should see the other guy.” She nodded to the unconscious man at their feet, flashing a grin.

As the two of them dusted themselves off, Amrita winced as she adjusted her posture.

“Ouch, seriously, we need to start getting more sleep. This fighting thing is starting to take its toll.”

Ananya gave her a knowing look. "Oh, definitely."

Amrita now turned to the man, who was watching them in horror, realizing he had underestimated them.

Before he could even think of reaching for his gun on the table, Amrita was quicker.

She pulled out her own gun and shot a bullet straight into his hand. He screamed in agony, clutching his now bleeding hand as he fell back.

"What the hell do you want from me?" he yelled, still writhing in pain. "I’ll give you anything! Money? Power? Land? Anything! Just name it. But please, leave me alone!"

Amrita smirked coldly, stepping forward. "Leave you? After everything you've done to innocent girls? Not a chance."

Ananya scoffed, crossing her arms. "You think we'll just let you off the hook? You’re delusional."

Amrita grabbed him by the collar and dragged him roughly toward the door. "Let's go, shall we?" she muttered, her voice dripping with disdain.

She threw him into the back of the car and slammed the door shut. As she started the engine, Ananya slid into the passenger seat, a grim look on her face.

"Queen, we are coming. Is everything ready?" Amrita spoke into her earpiece, her voice steady despite the tension.

"Yes." Ishika's voice crackled back.

The drive was kind of silent, the only sound of the hum of the engine and the muffled screams of the man as Amrita focused on getting to their destination.

They soon reached a crowded public place, bustling with people.

Amrita stopped the car in the middle of the road, throwing the man onto the pavement.

He stumbled, disoriented, and the crowd immediately began to watch, eyes wide with shock and curiosity.

Divya and Ishika were waiting at the side, already anticipating what was about to happen.

Divya stepped forward, her voice loud and commanding. “What? What’s the matter? Why are you all just staring at him like that? This is the man who destroyed your lives. Now, he’s at your mercy.” she yelled to the women in the crowd

The crowd murmured, confused at first, but as they processed Divya’s words, their expressions changed from shock to fury.

Ishika, never one to hold back, added, “And trust us. No one is going to stop you from making him pay. So, what are you waiting for?”

With that, the girls leaned back against their cars, watching as the women from the crowd—those whose lives had been wrecked by the man—stepped forward.

One by one, they started to lash out at him, fists flying, the anger and pain that had been building up finally unleashed.

Amrita stood still, a satisfied smirk tugging at her lips as she watched the scene unfold.

It wasn’t often that they got to see justice served this directly, and she relished every moment of it.

Eventually, Ishika took out her gun and aimed it at the man’s legs, firing a shot that echoed in the street. The man screamed, crumpling in agony, but still alive.

"I'll handle it from here, Queen," Amrita said, her voice low and cold. She stepped forward, her eyes narrowing with purpose.

Amrita crouched down in front of him, her voice chilling. “Tell Yamraj ji that Shadow Senanis sent you. You’re going to get special treatment down there” She winked, then raised her gun and fired again—this time, the man’s death was swift and final.

(Yamraj - God of Death)

As the sound of the gunshot faded, the piercing wail of police sirens filled the air.

“Shit! We need to move, now!” Divya shouted, her eyes wide with panic as she turned to look around.

“Wait a minute! Vetra isn’t with us! Who’s going to drive us out of here?”

For a brief moment, there was silence, and then Ananya looked up, a determined glint in her eyes.

“I’ll do it,” she said, confidently walking to the driver’s seat.

Ishika looked at her, brows furrowed. "Are you sure?"

Ananya nodded, a smirk forming on her face. “Trust me, I’ve got this.”

With a final glance at the chaos they’d just left behind, the girls piled into the car.

Ananya floored the accelerator, and the car shot forward, weaving through the narrow streets as the police sirens blared louder behind them.

It was a high-speed chase—Ananya expertly maneuvered the car, narrowly avoiding obstacles as she sped through the streets.

Her driving was precise, confident, and nothing like what anyone had expected.

The girls in the back were both tense and impressed as they watched the police grow smaller in the rearview mirror.

Amrita, eyes wide in disbelief, finally let out a laugh. “That was... seriously impressive, Phoenix!”

Divya chuckled, shaking her head in awe. “Vetra would be jealous of your driving skills.”

The girls burst into laughter, the tension of the chase lifting for a moment.

Ananya smirked as she brought the car to a halt at a secluded spot far from the scene. The police were nowhere to be seen.

The girls sat in stunned silence for a few moments, absorbing what had just happened.

Amrita gave Ananya a knowing look. “You’ve got skills, girl. I didn’t know you could handle a car like that.”

Ananya grinned, her eyes sparkling. “What can I say? I like a good adrenaline rush.”

They all got out of the car and stood in a circle, sharing a quiet moment of pride.

They had successfully completed their mission, evaded the police, and had a good laugh along the way.

But despite the humor and lightness of the moment, each of them knew that tomorrow would bring its own set of challenges.

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Hey guys! I'm going to be a lot busy this week.. but I will try my best to update regularly. But the chapters maybe small or sometimes irregular. So, don't mind me. :)

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