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Location: Kolkata, India

The Blackwire Tech Summit (Midnight Session, Underground Level)
Invitation-only. Hidden behind a front of AI lectures and defense panels lies a secret data auction. The real game. The highest-level players of the cyber world gather here — intelligence leaks, backdoor trade deals, compromised identities for sale.

---

The lights were low. The whispers louder.

Siya Rathore, CEO by day, Agnika by choice, walked through the underground atrium like a blade wrapped in silk. Black tailored suit. No jewelry. A single chip drive hidden in her ring.

Rhea’s voice echoed in her earpiece.

RHEA (COM):
“You’re early. You sure he’s coming?”

SIYA:
“He’ll come.”

RHEA:
“How can you be so sure?”

Siya smiled coldly.

SIYA:
“Because I’m not the bait. He is.”

---

She took her seat in the back row. The digital auction began. Encrypted political bribes. Undercover asset lists. A server blueprint with RAW credentials. Her eyes flicked over the screen until—

A new file appeared:
"V-R06 // Subject: S.R."
Lineage report. Digital tracking. Surveillance.

Her.

Her blood chilled.
Only one person had access to this level of metadata.

Kaal.

And just like that — as if conjured by the thought —
He walked in.

---

Veer Malhotra didn’t make an entrance. He commanded it.

Black hoodie, obsidian eyes, broad shoulders like a weapon forged in silence. People moved without realizing. They felt him before they saw him.

And Siya felt her breath betray her.

Not out of fear.

Out of recognition.

This was the man behind the myth. The one who’d read her code, crawled through her firewalls, and left her messages laced with poetry and threat.

He walked past her row — and stopped.

Looked directly at her.
No introduction. No expression.

Just acknowledgment.

Like he knew her before she knew herself.

---

VEER:
(softly, to her)
“You don’t look like a mistake.
But you move like one waiting to happen.”

SIYA:
(stands slowly)
“Then maybe you should ask yourself why you’re standing so close to it.”

---

They’re still. The world moves around them. But in this moment — it’s just Veer and Siya. Fire and shadow. Opposites, drawn together like a loaded gun and a lit match.

VEER:
“I warned you not to come this deep.”

SIYA:
“And yet, here you are — deeper than me.”

---

The auctioneer’s voice cuts through the moment.

AUCTIONEER:
“Lot 23: Deep RAW node leak. Includes coded asset history… and names.”

Her name flashes again.

Veer’s jaw tightens.

VEER (quietly):
“They’re selling you.”

SIYA:
“Let them try.”

She walks toward the auction platform.

He follows.

Two wolves — not fighting.
Not yet.

But circling.

Watching.

And about to rewrite the rules of every game they were born into.

---

The crowd didn’t realize what was unfolding between them. But the room felt it — a storm disguised as silence. A war dressed in tailored clothes. A romance neither of them would ever survive clean.

Location: Same underground auction,
12:47 AM — Kolkata

The moment Siya’s name appeared on the auction screen, time split.

One part of the room leaned in with curiosity. The other with hunger.

But in the corner shadows, Veer Malhotra’s mind went still.

He didn’t look at the crowd. He didn’t speak to Siya.
He stared at the file name flashing on-screen:
"V-R06 // Subject: S.R."

Not a leak.

A warning.

---

SIYA
(stepping forward)
“If they want a name, I’ll give them one. Mine.”

The crowd murmured. The auctioneer paused, unsure whether to laugh or duck for cover.

AUCTIONEER:
“Ms. Rathore—”

SIYA:
(firmly)
“Siya Rathore. CEO. Hacker. The reason half of you don’t sleep at night.”

VEER (to himself):
“Damn it, Siya…”

She was fearless.

Or reckless.
He hadn’t decided yet.

---

Veer moved. Subtly at first. Fingers to his comm. One word to Kabir.

VEER:
“Red protocol. We’re not here to watch anymore.”

From across the room, masked guards began closing in — not for the auction.

For her.

Because someone didn’t just sell her file.
Someone put a bounty on her head.

---
The Hit 💥

A single bullet cracked the tension — shattering a glass display behind the auctioneer. The crowd screamed. Chaos broke loose.

Siya didn’t flinch.
She turned toward the direction of the shot — and locked eyes with a figure in a grey coat disappearing into a service corridor.

SIYA (to herself):
“Cowards never shoot twice from the same spot.”

VEER:
“Wrong.”



He grabbed her by the waist — pulled her down just as a second shot tore through the air, slicing where her shoulder had been a second ago.

They hit the floor together. His body shielding hers.

For a moment, she felt it — his weight, his breath, his heat.

Not power.
Not threat.

Instinct. Protection.

---

⚔️

Veer stood. Gun drawn. Cold precision.

VEER (to Siya):
“Get behind me.”

SIYA:
(scowls)
“Are you giving me orders now?”

VEER:
“Not an order. A fact. You’ll slow me down if you’re dead.”

Siya glared.
But stepped behind him.

Only for a second.

Then she pulled the chip from her ring and threw it at a server terminal. The blast took out two black-market nodes — and blacked out the auction hall.

Screams. Smoke. Code raining from exposed monitors.

Rhea’s voice came through Siya’s earpiece.

RHEA:
“Siya! What the hell just happened?!”

SIYA:
“I lit a match.”

---

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Back-to-back, Veer and Siya moved through smoke and gunfire — like two halves of a war neither wanted to end.



He covered her.
She struck from behind him.
Every motion mirrored. Natural. Brutal. Beautiful.

Outside, Veer’s car skidded into position. Kabir opened the rear door.

KABIR (to Veer):
“You’re bleeding.”

VEER:
(ignores it)
“She’s coming with us.”

SIYA:
“No, I’m not.”

VEER:
“Yes. You are.”

SIYA:
“Try and make me.”

VEER (coldly):
“I already did.”

He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the car.

Not forcefully.
Not gently.

Possessively.

---
And as the doors slammed shut and the car vanished into Kolkata’s rain-drenched streets, neither of them said a word.

Because for the first time in years, both of them had something to lose.

And they could feel it burning between them.

---

Siya now knows someone powerful wants her erased.

Veer just chose her safety over secrecy.

And they are no longer just players in this game — they are the detonators.

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