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Sometimes, the heart is the perfect place to hide a bullet.
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Chapter One: The Smile Behind the Scope
In the neon-lit alleys of Mumbai, where secrets crawl in shadows and love often comes at a cost, there was a girl with stars in her eyes—and a gun in her bag.
Aarohi Mehra was a soft-spoken photojournalist by day, capturing stories that others ignored. But by night, she was something entirely different: a vigilante assassin working under the code name Kali.
She had a rule—never fall in love. Not while her hands were stained with unspoken justice.
But then came Ishaan Verma, a tech entrepreneur with an infectious laugh and a haunted past. They met at a gallery showcasing her war photography. He was instantly drawn to the fire in her photos—and unknowingly, to the fire inside her.
He offered her coffee. She offered him mystery.
They fell into something dangerously close to love.
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Chapter Two: The Heart’s Silencer
Ishaan wasn't just a regular man. He had his own scars. His brother was shot in an encounter years ago, and he had sworn to dig out the underworld that destroyed his family. But fate is cruel—it kept leading him back to Aarohi, whose eyes seemed too honest, too deep… and yet carried something cold.
As nights passed, Aarohi found herself hiding her weapons behind books on art, replacing blood-soaked gloves with laughter over candlelit dinners. Her missions became harder—especially when one of her targets was tied to Ishaan’s mysterious family past.
She tried to leave the job. But you can’t walk away from the shadows when you are one of them.
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Chapter Three: A Kiss Before The Bullet
One rainy evening, Ishaan found a hidden drawer in Aarohi’s studio.
Inside: a silenced pistol, a vial of poison, and a list of names.
His name was the last on the list.
Shattered, he confronted her. She didn’t deny it. Her silence screamed louder than her tears.
“I was ordered to eliminate you, Ishaan,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “But then you ruined everything. You made me… feel again.”
“You were just playing me?”
“No… I was trying to save you.”
But before he could respond, gunshots echoed. Masked men stormed the apartment—rivals from Aarohi’s secret world. She pushed Ishaan down, pulled the trigger twice, and stood over his bleeding body.
But it wasn't his blood.
She had taken the bullets—for him.
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Chapter Four: Love’s Last Bullet
In the hospital, Ishaan sat beside her unconscious body for days.
She survived.
But something in her was gone. She handed over her weapons to the police, confessed to everything.
Ishaan tried to forgive her. Tried to erase the image of her holding a gun while whispering “I love you.”
Months passed. She vanished from his life.
Until one day, he received a parcel. Inside, an old Polaroid of them laughing at a street food stall—and a bullet.
It was engraved:
“Love doesn’t always heal. But it can choose not to kill.”
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Epilogue:
No one knows where Aarohi went. Some say she paints in a coastal village. Others say she’s still out there, watching the world through her lens, not her scope.
And Ishaan?
He built a foundation in her name—Kali’s Lens—to help ex-convict women find purpose through photography.
But every time he hears a shutter click, he wonders…
Was love her escape?
Or just another disguise for a gun she never fired?
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