The night was crisp, the city lights reflecting off the damp pavement as Sanjna Rajput stepped out of her office. The towering SR FASHION's building behind her was a testament to her iron will-both in the corporate world and in the underground empire she secretly ruled.

As she walked toward her Rolls Royce, her heels clicking against the pavement, a cold gust of wind brushed against her skin. But it wasn't the cold that made her uneasy-it was the unnatural silence in the air.

Then-a shift in the shadows. A presence.

Instinct kicked in.

Whoosh!

A blade cut through the air, aimed straight for her throat. Sanjna pivoted, dodging the fatal strike with a sharp twist of her body. The attacker's movements were swift, calculated-a trained killer.

Good. This would be fun.

Before he could strike again, she grabbed his wrist, twisting it brutally. CRACK! The sound of bones snapping echoed through the empty street. The man let out a pained growl, but he didn't falter. Instead, he spun, aiming a high kick at her ribs.

Sanjna blocked it with her forearm, absorbing the impact, then retaliated. She drove her knee into his stomach, forcing the air out of his lungs.

He staggered back, but before he could recover, she delivered a spinning kick to his jaw. THWACK! His body slammed against the pavement.

He rolled swiftly, pulling out a gun-

Too slow.

Sanjna lunged, grabbing his wrist and twisting it downward. The gun clattered to the ground. Using the momentum, she spun behind him, locking her arm around his throat in a tight chokehold.

"You picked the wrong woman to attack," she whispered against his ear.

He struggled, clawing at her arms, but her grip was merciless. His body thrashed as he tried to break free, his movements becoming weaker with every second.

Just before he passed out, she released him, letting him drop to his knees, coughing violently.

Without hesitation, she pulled her own gun from the holster and pressed it against his forehead.

"Who sent you?" she demanded, her voice lethal.

Panting, the man trembled beneath her steel gaze. "It... it was someone from your own family."

Her grip on the gun tightened. "Who?"

He hesitated, but she pressed the cold metal harder against his skull.

"Say the name."

He swallowed hard and said her the whole truth

Sanjna's world shifted, rage burning through her veins like wildfire.

Sanjna let out a slow, dangerous breath.

Then, without warning-BAM!

She shot his knee. He screamed, writhing in agony.

"Marco," she called.

Her right-hand man appeared from the shadows, his expression unreadable.

"Take him to the basement. Make sure he regrets ever taking this job."

Marco nodded, dragging the injured man away.

Sanjna took the attacker's phone, opening the message thread from his employer. With steady fingers, she typed:

"Mission accomplished. She's dead."

Then she hit send.

"Let the person know he won in his mission," she muttered before turning toward her car. "FOR NOW"

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A secret visit to jaipur

That night, she boarded her private jet to Jaipur. Abhimanyu had no idea, but she had been visiting him for years, whenever his nightmares tormented him. He always wondered why they faded so quickly, why sleep claimed him so gently after his restless nights. He never knew that she was the reason.

As she landed in Jaipur, she moved through the shadows toward his mansion. The security was tight, but she had studied his estate long ago. Slipping through undetected, she climbed through his window, her footsteps silent as she approached his massive bed.

Abhimanyu was tossing, his breath uneven, his face contorted in pain. Another nightmare. She felt an ache in her chest. She sat beside him, gently placing a hand over his head"Shh... I'm here, Abhi," she whispered. "Like I always am."

His breathing slowed, his face relaxing. She ran her fingers through his thick black hair,
And started singing a song "kanha soja zara" and he stumbled in deep sleep peacefully....

I wish you knew the truth," she murmured. "That
I never left you. That I fight for you in the darkness, even when you don't see me."

She watched him, a bittersweet smile on her lips.

"I love you, Abhi," she whispered. "Even if fate keeps us apart, even if war surrounds us, my heart has always been yours."

His breathing evened out. He was in deep sleep now.

Sanjna glanced at him one last time before pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

standing up, walking toward the window. With one last lingering look, she whispered, "Sleep well, my king."

Then, with one last glance, she slipped out of the room, jumped from the window, and disappeared into the night.

NEXT MORNING:-
Yesterday was the worst day for me..I never thought the person whom I loved the most...the person who cherished me and loved me the post since I was born tried to kill me ... Till now I thought that it is someone else who have attacked me every fucking time but no..It was that person...

"Kehte hai na jab apne hi dhoka Dene ke liye ho toh dushman ki bhi kya zaroorat??"

(When yours loved one is there to betray you then there is no need of enemy)

"Sahi kehte hai log kabhi kabhi apno par bhi bharosa karna aksar hamein tord deta hai rooh" tak ..
(People are correct never trust your loved ones blindly..cause they will break you in such a way that you feel pain deep down in your soul)

Iam comming back in your life ....My enemy this time I will show you who Am I...YOU NEVER GOT TO KNOW THE INNER DEMONS OF MINE...WHO AM I AND WHAT I CAN DO TO YOU...

"TILL THIS TIME YOU WAS THE ONE WHO WAS PLAYING GAMES WITH ME...SO NOW WHY DON'T I START PLAYING THE GAMES WITH YOU..THEN IT WILL BE MORE FUN"

" I JUST WANNA SEE YOU'R REACTION WHEN YOU WILL SEE ME ALIVE INFRONT OF YOUR EYES..."

"I NEVER WANTED TO HURT MY LOVED ONE'S BUT WHEN YOU'RS LOVED ONE WANT TO LIGHT THE FIRE OF YOUR DARK SIDE INSIDE OF YOU THEN I WON'T EVEN MOVE BACK..."

"JUST SOME MORE TIME THAN THE REAL GAME WILL BEGAN..THE GAME YOU CAN'T EVEN DREAM OF WHAT CAN SANJNA RAJPUT DOES WITH THE BETRAYAL'S"

The following night, under the cover of darkness, ME and men infiltrated the Russian hideout. Silence reigned as my team took their positions outside the abandoned warehouse.

Inside, Viktor-the ruthless leader of the Russian mafia-sat comfortably in his chair, a smug grin on his face as his men surrounded him.

"Come out, little Queen," he taunted. "I know you're here."

I stepped into the dimly lit space,my heels clicking ominously against the concrete floor. I was unarmed-at least, that's what they thought.

Viktor chuckled. "No weapons? Are you here to negotiate?"

I smirked. "No. I'm here to destroy you."

The fight erupted in an instant.

One of Viktor's men lunged at me . I ducked, spun, and drove my elbow into his ribs. He gasped, staggering back. Another attacked from behind-I sensed it, shifting at the last second to grab his wrist, flipping him over my shoulder.

CRACK! His body hit the ground with a bone-breaking force.

Viktor's men swarmed me, but I was faster. She ducked under a punch, kicked a knife from another's hand, and spun into a deadly high kick, slamming my heel into a man's temple.

BANG! A gunshot rang out.

I dodged just in time, feeling the heat of the bullet graze past my shoulder. Snarling, I closed the distance, grabbing the shooter's wrist and twisting the gun toward his own stomach-BANG! The bullet lodged into his gut. He collapsed, screaming.

Viktor growled, drawing his own gun, but before he could aim-

I was on him.

I struck fast, my knee slamming into his ribs, my elbow crashing down on his wrist-his gun clattered to the floor.

He swung wildly, but I caught his arm, flipping him over onto the table, sending papers and glasses flying. Before he could react, I had her boot pressed against his chest, pinning him down.

He coughed, blood trickling from his mouth. "You... fight well, Queen."

I crouched beside him, gripping his jaw tightly. "And yet, you're the one on the floor."

He spat at my feet. "You can't rule forever. Sooner or later, someone will kill you."

I smirked. "Let them try."

I turned to Marco. "Take him to the basement."

Viktor was dragged away, kicking and cursing, but his fate was already sealed.

The Mafia Queen had won. Again. I had won again

Sanjna Rajput was no ordinary woman. She was a storm wrapped in silk, a queen who ruled both the fashion industry world and the criminal underworld.

And as she stood on top of her empire, she knew one thing for sure-

This war was far from over.

To Be Continued...
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