Part 12
The night stretched long and silent over Mumbai, the city lights flickering like dying embers. Inside ETF Headquarters, the remnants of the day’s tension still lingered in the air. The search for Nitin Chauhan had begun, but so had something else—an unavoidable confrontation between Arjun and Riya.
***
Riya stood frozen in place, her back to Arjun. His words from earlier echoed in her mind.
"Main chhodna nahi chahta tha, Riya."
"Toh phir ruk kyun nahi gaye?"
The silence that had followed that question was unbearable. Arjun had no answer.
Taking a deep breath, she finally turned around to face him. Her eyes, once filled with warmth and admiration for him, were now unreadable. "Aaj bhi tumhare paas jawab nahi hai, Arjun?"
Arjun’s jaw tightened. He wanted to say something—anything—but words failed him.
Riya let out a bitter chuckle. "Jaanti hoon. Kyunki hamesha ki tarah, tum bas ek hi cheez karte ho—mujhe dukh dena."
Her words cut through him like a blade, but he didn’t flinch. He had no right to.
She stepped closer, her voice low but full of emotion. "Main paagal thi jo socha tha ki tum mujhse alag hoke bhi mujhe hurt nahi karoge."
He clenched his fists. "Maine tumhe hurt nahi kiya, Riya."
She shook her head, "Jhoot. Tumne sirf mujhe hurt kiya hai, Arjun. Har tareeke se."
The room felt smaller, suffocating.
"Jab tum gaye the… tab tumne sirf mujhe nahi, meri har umeed ko, har khwab ko tod diya tha." Her voice cracked, but she didn’t stop. "Aur jab tum wapas aaye toh bhi kuch nahi badla. Tum waise ke waise hi ho—cold, distant, aur selfish."
Arjun’s eyes darkened. "Tumhe lagta hai ki main selfish hoon?"
She scoffed. "Aur nahi toh kya?"
Arjun stepped closer now, his own emotions flaring. "Agar main selfish hota toh kabhi wapas nahi aata, Riya."
She stiffened.
His voice lowered, the pain evident. "Lekin main aaya. Chaah kar bhi tumse door nahi reh saka."
Her breath hitched, but she quickly masked her emotions. "Lekin yeh sach toh nahi badlega na, Arjun? Ki tumne mujhe chod diya tha? Bina kisi wajah ke?"
Arjun inhaled sharply. He had his reasons. Reasons that he had buried deep inside, locked away where they couldn't hurt her—or so he thought.
But the pain in Riya’s voice told him otherwise.
She stepped back, shaking her head. "Ab aur nahi, Arjun. Main phir se waise nahi tut sakti."
Before he could say anything, she turned and walked away, leaving him standing alone in the dimly lit room, drowning in the weight of their shattered past.
***
The next morning, ETF was back in action. The mission to track down Nitin Chauhan was in full swing, despite the lingering tension between Arjun and Riya.
Shree sat at his desk, fingers flying across the keyboard as he scanned through CCTV footage. "Sir, ek naya lead mila hai," he called out, drawing everyone’s attention.
Rathore walked over. "Batao."
Shree pointed to the screen. "Nitin Chauhan kal raat ek godown ke aas paas dekha gaya tha. Yeh Rakesh Khurana ke illegal deals ka ek hotspot ho sakta hai."
Chotu frowned. "Matlab wo ab bhi Mumbai mein hai?"
Shree nodded. "Ji haan. Lekin yeh aadmi chalak hai. Kahi na kahi se humein mislead kar raha hai."
Arjun studied the screen for a moment. His mind was still partially clouded from last night’s conversation with Riya, but he forced himself to focus. "Humein wahan ek operation setup karna hoga. Agar yeh uska hideout hai, toh zaroor koi na koi activity ho rahi hogi."
Rathore agreed. "Chalo, prepare for the raid."
Riya, who had been silent so far, finally spoke. "Main bhi jaa rahi hoon."
Arjun glanced at her briefly, his face unreadable.
Rathore nodded. "Theek hai. Sab log ready ho jao."
***
That night, ETF surrounded the warehouse.
Arjun and Chotu took position near the entrance, while Riya and Shree covered the back. Rathore gave the signal. "Team, ready?"
"Ready, Sir."
With a single nod, they moved in.
Inside, the warehouse was dimly lit, the sound of hushed voices and hurried footsteps echoing in the background. Weapons were drawn. The moment the criminals spotted ETF, gunfire erupted.
"Cover lo!" Rathore shouted as bullets whizzed past them.
Arjun moved with precision, taking down one of the men with a single shot. Chotu tackled another before he could escape.
Riya, meanwhile, spotted a familiar figure trying to flee—Nitin Chauhan.
Without waiting for backup, she sprinted after him.
"Riya, ruk jao!" Arjun’s voice rang out, but she didn’t stop.
Nitin was fast, dodging between crates and barrels. Riya pushed harder, adrenaline coursing through her veins.
She finally caught up and tackled him to the ground. A struggle ensued.
"Mujhe chhod de, pagal ladki!" Nitin growled, trying to push her off.
"Hargiz nahi!" she spat, pinning him down.
Suddenly, he pulled out a knife.
Riya gasped as the blade sliced through her arm. Pain flared, but she gritted her teeth and twisted his wrist, making him drop the weapon.
Before he could try again, a gunshot echoed.
Arjun stood there, his gun raised. The bullet had hit the ground near Nitin’s hand, just enough to warn him.
"Agar dobara Riya ko haath lagane ki koshish ki, toh agli goli seedha tere dil mein hogi," Arjun’s voice was lethal.
Riya took the chance and handcuffed Nitin. She was bleeding, but she refused to show weakness.
Arjun, however, noticed. His jaw clenched as he reached for her arm, but she pulled away. "I’m fine."
He didn’t push. But his eyes told another story—a mix of anger, concern, and something she wasn’t ready to face.
With Nitin in custody, ETF had won this round. But the battle between Arjun and Riya? That was far from over.
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