In a dim room, Veeranshu sat with Sameer and Vikrant, meeting another Mafia. They talked about guns and territory, but Veeranshu felt something was off.

Suddenly, chaos erupted. Guns were out, and it was clear this meeting was a trap. Veeranshu, Sameer, and Vikrant fought hard, punches flying and bullets whizzing past.

Veeranshu faced his attacker, a fierce battle ensuing. But Veeranshu fought harder, his determination unwavering. In the end, he triumphed, the threat silenced. In the Mafia, survival meant fighting till the end, and Veeranshu knew it well.

After the meeting, they sat in the car, with Vikrant at the wheel, Sameer beside him, and Veeranshu in the back. Vikrant voiced his concern to Sameer, "Can't you check all arrangements equally? What if all three of us die?"

Veeranshu chuckled, "Don't worry. Fighting is our job. Why scold him? He's new."

Interrupting, Vikrant insisted, "But Sameer should have ensured our security. What if we couldn't fight?"

Veeranshu shrugged, "What's the worst? We die? That's not the worst."

Surprised, Sameer retorted, "Death isn't the worst for you? I don't want to die."
And he reassured, "We'll work harder next time."

Amid laughter, Vikrant teased, "You always say this after messing up."

Sameer countered, "You just want to scold me."

As they arrived at Veeranshu's villa, protected by vigilant bodyguards, they continued their banter, knowing they could rely on each other in their dangerous world.

As they settled in the hall, lounging on the sofas, some stretched, expressing their exhaustion.

Sameer voiced his hunger, echoed by Veeranshu.

Vikrant, however, playfully suggested, "If you're hungry, Sameer, why not prepare some food for us all?"

Sameer protested, "Why is it always me? Why don't you help?"

Vikrant insisted, "ja rha ki nhi"?

[[Are u going or not??]]

Sameer agreed, but not before suggesting, "kisi ko rakh kyo nhi lete , mujhe cook bna kar rkha h yha "

[[why dont u haired someone for cooking, you treat me like a cook]]

Vikrant teased, "Sure, tum le aao kisi ko taaki ek din vahi khaane mai zahar mila kr dede hume"

[[Why dont you bring someone for this and then one day he will kill all of us with poison]]

Hann hnn... mujhpe to bharosa hi nhi h kisi ko , sameer said

[[You dont trust me at all]]

Tujhpe bharosa krke mrna thodi h hume, vikrant taunted.

[[We dont want to die by trusting you]]

"Kyo uske peeche pde rhte ho tum" , veeranshu said to vikrant.

[[Stop nagging him Vikrant]]

Hann bhai dekho na ... shayd ye jlte h mujhse

[[See brother he is jealous of me]]

Sameer headed to the kitchen preparing a meal for their trio.

As Sameer busied himself in the kitchen, Veeranshu turned to Vikrant, urging him to treat Sameer with patience.

Vikrant defended his actions, explaining, " Bhai , I'm trying to teach him, but he's not getting it. Look at what happened today. He didn't gather proper information, and it got us into trouble."

Veeranshu nodded understandingly, "Okay, from now on, assign tasks to him, but double-check everything, alright?"

After a while, Sameer announced " khaana taiyaar h "

[[Food is ready]]

They gathered at the dining table, the trio always dining together. Despite Vikrant's usual gruff demeanor, Veeranshu moderated the mood, engaging both Vikrant and Sameer.

While sameer behaves casually, crack jokes and remove the tension of their work.

In their casual banter and shared laughter, they found a rare moment of camaraderie, reminding them of the bond that held them together in the dangerous world they inhabited.

After dinner, Veeranshu retreated to the tranquility of the lawn, his gaze fixated on the twinkling stars above, lost in his own thoughts. Sameer joined him, unable to resist his curiosity.

"Bhai, why are you staring at the sky?" Sameer inquired, his tone filled with curiosity.

Veeranshu offered a faint smile, "Just because."

As Vikrant joined them, Sameer couldn't resist making a jest, "He's been at it for ages. Maybe he's counting stars."

Vikrant shook his head, "You're missing the point. He's thinking about her."

Intrigued, Sameer leaned in, "Her? Bhai, you never mentioned anyone. Do you have a girlfriend?"

Vikrant clarified, "No, it's not like that. There's a girl he's been searching for, for the past two years."

Perplexed, Sameer asked, "Where is she now? What happened?"

"We don't know," Vikrant admitted solemnly. "That's why he's searching."

Determined to help, Sameer suggested, "We'll find her. Just give me her name and a photo."

But Veeranshu's response was tinged with sadness, "I don't have a photo, or even a clear memory of how she looked."

Amused by the situation, Sameer couldn't help but tease, "And you're pining for her? How do you know she's real?"

Veeranshu's voice carried a soft certainty as he spoke, "I know her eyes. They're unforgettable, like they hold a story untold, a connection waiting to be rekindled."

Sameer interjected, concern in his voice, "Bhai, what if you never find her? What if she's moved on?"

Determined, Viranshu replied, "I'll find her, even if I have to search every corner of the city. I'll fien her and I'm sure of it."

Sameer chuckled skeptically, do you even know her name or not ?"

Viranshu's response was swift, "Amaya. Her name is Amaya."

Sameer nodded, a hint of humor in his tone, "Okay Bhai, maybe it's time to consider the possibility that she's moved on, or have a bf or worse..."

Viranshu's patience wore thin, "Enough. Just stop."

Sameer relented, "Okay Bhai."

Then Vikrant said sameer, don't teased veeranshu on her name, otherwise he'll be angry.

Hann hann samjh gya ...

[[Ya ya i understood]]

Na jaane vo kaha hogi , veeranshu whispered

[[ i dont know where is she]]

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In the dimly lit bar, Amaya worked tirelessly, her weary eyes scanning the room as she served drinks to rowdy customers. Desperation clung to her like a second skin, driving her to endure the lewd remarks and unwanted advances from the patrons.

Despite her best efforts to maintain her composure, there were moments when Amaya's patience wore thin. When faced with blatant disrespect, she found herself unable to remain silent, her fiery spirit refusing to be extinguished by the indignities heaped upon her.

Yet, each time she dared to stand up for herself, it only led to further trouble. Complaints from entitled customers found their way to her boss, who never hesitated to reprimand her for her supposed lack of professionalism.

Tonight was no different. As the unruly behavior of some customers crossed the line, Amaya's frustration boiled over, her voice ringing out in defiance. But the satisfaction of speaking up was short-lived, as once again, her boss's disapproving gaze fell upon her.

"Amaya, can't you behave properly in front of customers?" her boss scolded, the disappointment evident in his tone.

"But sir," she began to protest, only to be swiftly silenced.

"Don't say anything. If this happens again, I'll fire you," her boss warned, leaving Amaya with no choice but to nod in reluctant agreement.

In that moment, Amaya realized the harsh truth: she couldn't afford to take any risks. This job, with all its flaws and injustices, was her lifeline, the only means by which she could secure the money she so desperately needed. And so, with a heavy heart and a silent resolve, she vowed to endure, no matter the cost.

As Amaya navigated through the crowded bar, serving drinks to the demanding customers, she endured a barrage of indignities. Some tossed money onto her tray with disdain, while others cast lewd glances her way. Hurtful words and unwanted advances were a constant presence, yet she soldiered on, her resolve unwavering in the face of adversity.

With her shift finally over at 11, Amaya made her way home, opting for the last bus despite the late hour and her exhaustion. As she approached her house, the familiar sounds of her aunt's angry voice reached her ears, sending a pang of dread through her.

Entering the house, Amaya was met with a distressing sight. Her grandmother was on the floor, her frail form trembling, while her aunt loomed over her, her voice raised in fury. Without hesitation, Amaya rushed to her grandmother's side, helping her to her feet and guiding her to a chair.

Turning to her aunt, her voice laced with concern and anger, Amaya demanded, "What happened? Did you push her?"

Her aunt's response was callous and unapologetic, "Yes, I pushed her. So what?"

She knows that there's no point in saying anything to her as she always do something like this to hurt her and her grandmother. So she just took her grandmother, went towards the room.

As Amaya entered their dimly lit room, the weight of exhaustion and despair settled upon her shoulders. The room, barely illuminated by a flickering bulb, held only a solitary charpoy where her grandmother lay, and a small space on the floor where Amaya herself slept.

A year had passed since her uncle's untimely death, leaving her and her grandmother at the mercy of her cruel aunt. Once a source of protection and solace, his absence had allowed her aunt to assert her dominance, subjecting them to relentless mistreatment and neglect.

With her cousins showing little interest in their plight, Amaya bore the burden of caring for her grandmother alone. Tonight was no different as she gently settled her grandmother onto the charpoy, her heart heavy with worry.

"Have you eaten?" she asked, though she already knew the answer.

Her grandmother nodded weakly, and Amaya forced a reassuring smile before retreating to the kitchen. Finding nothing but leftover rice, she improvised, boiling it with milk and sugar to form a meager meal for her grandmother.

As her grandmother ate, Amaya silently administered her medication, her thoughts weighed down by the harsh reality of their existence. With her own hunger gnawing at her, she resigned herself to the fact that there would be little left for her to eat.

With her grandmother finally settled, Amaya unfolded a thin mattress from beneath the charpoy and placed it beside her own makeshift bed. As she lay down, exhaustion tugging at her weary limbs, she knew that tomorrow would bring another day of struggle and hardship. Yet, despite the uncertainty that lay ahead, she closed her eyes, clinging to the hope that one day, their suffering would come to an end.

The next day, Amaya awoke with a heavy heart, her first instinct to check on her grandmother, ensuring she was alright. Getting ready for the day ahead, she knew her responsibilities extended beyond her own needs.

With her aunt and cousins still asleep, Amaya headed straight to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the entire household. It was a routine she had grown accustomed to, one that weighed heavily on her shoulders.

As the aroma of cooking filled the air, Amaya set the table, ensuring her grandmother's portion was placed beside her charpoy. She knew her grandmother often slept late due to her restless nights, so she made sure to provide her with breakfast to spare her from her aunt's neglect.

With her tasks completed, Amaya gathered her belongings and prepared to leave. But before she could make her escape, her aunt's voice cut .

Thode paise de jaao maharani ....

[[Give me some money]]

"For what?" Amaya questioned, her frustration palpable.

Her aunt chimed in, her tone filled with accusation and pain. "Why are you asking that? We raised you after your parents died and left you with us when u were at just eight years old. Now that your uncle is gone, you start earning money and question why I need it?"

Amaya's heart ached at the reminder of her uncle's love and her aunt's indifference.

To end the confrontation, she retrieved some money from a bag and handed it to her aunt before swiftly departing.

Amaya's days were a relentless cycle of work and responsibility. In the mornings, before the sun rose, she headed to the college-not as a student, but as a cleaner, tasked with scrubbing floors . And at night she works as waitress at a bar.

As she set out for the college this morning, the familiar routine disrupted by a delayed start, she found herself running behind schedule. Frantic, she hurried to catch her usual bus, only to watch it disappear down the street, leaving her stranded.

Without hesitation, Amaya made the decision to walk, her determination propelling her forward despite the exhaustion that weighed heavily on her limbs. With each step, she pushed herself onward, the rhythmic pounding of her feet against the pavement a testament to her unwavering resolve.

As Amaya walked along, thoughts of saving money by walking more often occupied her mind. Determined to cut costs wherever possible, she embraced the idea of taking shortcuts through narrow alleys and small gullies to reach her destinations more quickly.

Emerging from one such gli, her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the sound of an oncoming car. With no time to react, she found herself facing the glaring headlights, her heart pounding with fear and frustration.

She fell on ground and got scratches.

"Are you blind? Can't you see?" she shouted, but the car showed no signs of slowing down. In a split-second decision fueled by anger, she stepped aside, narrowly avoiding a collision.

As the car sped past, Amaya's frustration boiled over. With no apology from the driver, she felt a surge of indignation. Without a second thought, she grabbed a nearby stone and hurled it at the car .

The stone hits the back glass of the car, breaking it

[The car stops immediately]

"What the hell did you do?" A man came out of the car said .
He was vikrant

Another person came from the car, and said, "What happened, Vikrant?"

Vikrant replied, "Look at this girl, Sameer. She just came from nowhere in front of the car, and now You know what did she do with our car."

Sameer intervened, saying, "Oh madam, do you know who are we?"

Amaya retorted, "Whoever you are, I don't care. Do you even know that this man can hit me? What if I'll die?"

Vikrant callously responded, "That doesn't matter. We see people die every day."

Meanwhile, Veeranshu, sitting in the car, noticed the commotion.

Prompted by Vikrant and Sameer's prolonged discussion, Viranshu stepped out of the car and approached them.

As Viranshu laid eyes on Amaya, Sameer pointed out, "Bhai, look at this girl. She threw the stone and broke our mirror."

Veeranshu remained silent, prompting Vikrant to inquire, "Bhai, where are you? Are you listening to us?"

In the midst of the tension, Amaya demanded, "You both just give me the money for whatever damage you caused me."

Sameer, in an attempt to assert dominance, questioned, "Do you know who we are? Do you know who is he?"

Undeterred, Amaya responded, "kyo tumare bhai bhul gya h kya ki vo kon h "

[[Why you brother forget who is he?]]

Sameet was about to laugh but stopped.

As Amaya received a call from her colleague at the college, she said , just give me the money , tum logo ki tarah faltu time nhi h mere pass"

[[I dont have enough time to waste like you guys]]

Despite their initial resistance, Veeranshu stepped in, offering to pay Amaya double the amount she requested.

Amaya was surprised and said " ameer baap ki bigadi aulaad , par mujhe ek bhi paisa faltu nhi chaiye , she accepted the money give the extre one back to vikrant and left.

[[Rich father's spoiled kids]]

Bhai dekha aapne kya kaha usne ... isse to mai abhi batata hu , sameer said.

[[Did u saw that bro what she called us]]

But veeranshu stopped him and said just let her say anything.

Ek ladki se darr gye bhai aap ,sameer said.

[[Bro you got scared of from a girl]]

Veeranshu clarified, "No, I am not scared of the girl."

Vikrant said , "She is the one, right?"

Veeranshu nodded in agreement and said hann yahi h amaya.

[[ yes she is amaya]]

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