Delhi, IndiaThe business party had been a crucible of chaos, its echoes still rippling. Days earlier, Alisha, clad in her all-black bodyguard gear, had shadowed Samrat Oberoi, her presence a blend of fierce grace and lethal focus. The venue glittered, Delhi's elite buzzing under chandeliers, but the night's opulence masked darker currents. Vivan and Varun had made their grand entrance, cutting striking figures in tailored suits, their Kapoor Industries credentials turning heads. Whispers followed—rising tycoons, power players. Vivan's intense gaze swept the room, locking briefly on Alisha with a subtle nod, a Black Squad signal of protection. Varun, ever the charmer, worked the crowd, his roguish grin disarming tycoons while his eyes tracked Alisha, loyal yet playful. Their arrival hinted at stakes beyond the party—Kapoor Industries' shadow loomed, possibly clashing with Samrat's empire or fueling Black Squad's covert plans (Chapter 11).The night had spiraled when Mr. Dutt, a sleazy businessman, spewed vile remarks about Alisha, igniting Samrat's fury. A broken glass bottle met Dutt's face, blood staining the floor as Alisha, misreading the attack, blamed herself for failing her duty. Vivan, too, had hunted Dutt post-party, his fists delivering Black Squad justice, unaware Samrat had ordered the same (Chapter 11). The incident lingered, tying to whispers of "Dutt Construction" and a beaten man found on the streets (Chapter 13).The Kiss FalloutIn Samrat's office, chaos had struck again. A gust from an open window scattered papers, and Alisha and Samrat's scramble to catch them led to a fumbled fall—and an accidental kiss that seared their souls (Chapter 13). Their lips locked, eyes wide with shock, until Varun burst in, his jaw dropping. His teasing—"Should I tell Mom about your love kiss, brother? And you, Ishu, a secret romantic?"—had Alisha bolting, her face aflame, a covert punch to Varun's stomach her only retort. Varun and Samrat turned to business, discussing "Dutt Construction," a name heavy with unspoken ties to the party's violence (Chapter 13).The RescueThat evening, Alisha's walk home took a dark turn. Rustles in the bushes—mistaken for ghosts, her fear of the dark flaring (Chapter 9)—were no supernatural threat. Thugs had dragged a young woman to a deserted construction site, their intent vile. Alisha, realizing her mistake, returned, her Black Squad training (able to handle 5-10 men, Chapter 12) unleashed. She dispatched the thugs with lethal precision, her sarcasm ("I'm terrified") cutting as sharp as her strikes. A preemptive call to the police ensured their arrest, and the woman, trembling but safe, owed Alisha her life (Chapter 13).The Construction SitePolice lights faded, leaving Alisha and the rescued woman in the moonlit silence of the construction site. The woman rushed forward, throwing her arms around Alisha. "Thank you, thank you so much! Who are you?"Alisha smiled, gentle despite the night's violence. "Alisha. I told you earlier, but you were in shock. It's okay—no one focuses in a mess like that."The woman's eyes welled. "Alisha, if you hadn't come… I don't know what would've happened.""You're welcome," Alisha said, her voice warm. "It's what I do. But listen—every woman needs self-defense basics. No time for martial arts? Fine. Get pepper spray, a shock torch, or a knife disguised as a comb. You carry makeup, right? Add these to your bag. They're lifesavers in moments like this."The woman nodded, absorbing the advice, when footsteps crunched behind them. Alisha turned, her grin widening as Vivan and Varun approached, their faces a mix of pride and vigilance. Vivan's eyes scanned her, a Black Squad signal flickering—Black Venom's watching. Varun, more relaxed, smirked, ready to tease but holding back at Vivan's subtle headshake.A New AllyAlisha faced the woman, her tone soft. "What's your name?"The woman hesitated, shame shadowing her beauty—she'd nearly been a victim, and eyes on her felt like judgment. Alisha stepped closer, voice playful to ease her. "No need to feel embarrassed. It's not your fault. You're stunning—obviously, creeps lose their minds over you."The woman's lips twitched, a faint smile breaking through. Alisha's words weren't just flattery; her beauty was undeniable, and Alisha's humor was a lifeline. "I'm Navi," she said, voice small."Navi? Love it," Alisha chirped. Varun stepped forward, his charm tempered by kindness. "Where do you live, Navi? We'll drop you home."Navi's face fell, and Alisha's brow furrowed. "What's wrong?""I… don't have a home," Navi admitted, eyes downcast.Alisha's jaw dropped. "Then where've you been staying?"Navi opened her mouth, but Vivan cut in, his voice calm but firm. "She stays with you, Ishu. Your apartment's got room."Alisha's eyes lit up, latching onto the idea. "Exactly! Navi, you're with us."Navi balked. "No, I can't impose—""Impose?" Alisha scoffed. "Nonsense. You're coming, and I'm not hearing excuses. Move it!" She grabbed Navi's arm, half-dragging her with a grin.Varun chuckled, leading them to his sleek car. He slid into the driver's seat, Navi settled in the back, and Vivan took shotgun. Alisha hopped in beside Navi, her excitement bubbling. "Vivan, that was a genius call," she said, nudging him."Obviously," Vivan drawled. "I just said what you were gonna ramble about in ten minutes."Alisha laughed, swatting his arm. "So smart."Vivan smirked. "When Navi said she's got no place, you should've jumped to 'come with us' before her sob story. Your brain's slow, Ishu."She pouted, but his teasing grin melted her annoyance. He slid into the car, and Alisha followed, the group speeding toward the apartment, Navi's faint smile a quiet victory.The ApartmentAt the apartment, Alisha knocked, and Khushi flung open the door. Her eyes widened at Navi's unfamiliar face, but she recovered, ushering everyone inside with her usual warmth. "Come in, sit!" She gestured to the sofas, and the group settled, Navi perched nervously.Alisha grinned at Khushi. "Meet Navi. She's staying with us from now on."Navi offered a shy "Hello," her cheeks flushed. Khushi's smile was instant, disarming. "What do you want to drink, Navi? Juice, tea?""Nothing, I'm okay," Navi mumbled.Khushi leaned in, playful. "No formalities here. Spill—what do you like?"Navi stayed silent, and Alisha's eyes widened dramatically, her voice mock-horrified. "Oh my God, Navi, don't tell me you're a coffee drinker?" Her exaggerated gasp made Navi flinch, as if coffee were a crime. Timidly, Navi nodded.Alisha spun to Khushi. "Get this girl some coffee, stat!"Khushi laughed, catching Navi's eye. "Don't mind Ishu—she's got a knack for cracking people open. Coffee's coming." She winked, heading to the kitchen.Navi's tension eased, a giggle escaping. Khushi paused, turning back. "You're gorgeous, Navi. No need to hide. You're with us now—you're family." Her words hit deep, and Navi's eyes glistened, a tear slipping free. Alisha squeezed her hand, the apartment's warmth wrapping them like a shield.
Will Navi's arrival unravel secrets tied to the construction site—or draw Black Venom's gaze closer to Alisha's inner circle? Can Alisha face Samrat after their searing kiss, or will Varun's gossip ignite new tensions? And as Vivan's Black Squad instincts sharpen, what links Kapoor Industries to Dutt's shadowy empire? Delhi's nights pulse with danger, and Alisha's heart is the battleground.