SHADOWS IN THE WIRES

chapter 7 : FAKE DEAL

### **Chapter 7: Fake Deal**

Waves slapped **Ravi**'s boat as Mumbai faded to a glittery smear on the horizon. The **fake deal** plan locked in: draw out **Broker**’s remnants, grab more proof, hit **Khan** where it hurt. **Priya** insisted on bait duty—her eyes fierce. "**I’m no damsel. Let me lure**." **Arjun** hated it, stomach knotting, but trusted her strength. "**Together**," he said, squeezing her hand. Love wasn’t possession; it was partnership.

They picked an abandoned godown near Sassoon Dock—rusted walls, broken windows perfect for ambush. Ravi prepped: pipes, stolen knives, **Khan**’s maps as fake trade. Dusk brought fog thick as smoke. **Priya** waited alone on a crate stack, kurti swapped for dark hoodie, hair tucked. She looked small but radiated steel.

Headlights pierced mist. Two black SUVs rolled up, doors slamming. **Broker** stepped out—alive, limping from bridge fall, gold chain dulled by mud. Three **hoods** flanked, guns ready. "**Girl alone? Where’s lover boy**?" Broker sneered, limping closer.

**Priya** stood tall. "**He sent me. Plans for bridges**." She tossed a dummy USB. Broker snatched it, eyes greedy. "**Smart. Khan likes deals**."

Signal. **Arjun** and Ravi burst from shadows—**big brawl** ignited. **Arjun** tackled a hood, fists flying—**crack** on jaw. Ravi’s pipe whirled, clanging pistol barrels. **Priya** grabbed a dropped gun, **warning shot** cracking sky—hoods ducked, panicked.

Broker lunged at **Priya**, knife flashing. She sidestepped, **kickass knee** to his gut. He wheezed, swinging wild. **Arjun** charged—**pipe met knife** in showering sparks. "**For every bridge**!" Shoulder check sent Broker staggering. Hoods rallied; bullets zipped crates. **Priya** fired low—tires popped, SUVs sinking.

Broker spat blood. "**Khan** ends you rats**!" He bolted for a side door, firing blind. **Arjun** chased, tackling him into fish nets. Fists pounded—Broker’s chain snapped, glittering on concrete. "**Tell Khan it’s over**," **Arjun** growled, zip-tying wrists with stolen cable.

Ravi dragged hoods together. **Priya** rifled their phones—**goldmine**: texts to **Khan**’s private number, bomb truck GPS. "**We got him**," she beamed.

Fog cleared to stars. **Team collapsed** against crates, breathing hard. **Arjun** pulled **Priya** close—**love hug**, sweat and triumph mixing. "**Best team ever**," he murmured. Her laugh lit the dark. "**Unbeatable**." Quick **kiss**, sealing victory. Ravi grinned through bloodied lip. "**Khan**’s office next. Dawn raid**."

Looted SUV keys in hand, they drove into night—**Khan**’s empire cracking. But Broker’s curse echoed: "**He knows**." **Priya**’s head on **Arjun**’s shoulder, love their shield. Trap sprung, but bigger jaws waited. **New bridge** gleamed tomorrow—final stand.

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