Rule 1: Fuck the fucking fuckers before the fucking fuckers fuck you.

Rule No. 1

Fuck the fucking fuckers before the fucking fuckers fuck you.

CHAPTER 1

"A-are you a.. terrorist?"

"Jay get inside the fucking hotel!"

I ordered Jay while smashing the man's face, kicking at his legs, elbowing him, beating with my whole body. He blocks what he can with his elbows and forearms, but still I snake through. I could fucking feel the blood running down my knuckles. I glanced at my men sneaking inside the hotel.

Getting the opportunity, he pushed me backwards. The concrete ground cut a gash in my arm, but I left that fucker with blood dripping all over his face from his nose and head.

I breathed heavily. I pulled the knife out covertly as I stood. He lunged again butting me in the chest. The big renegade jerked up a stiff thumb, trying for my eye, but I rolled his head away and swung a left to the wind, and then a driving right that ripped his ear, starting a shower of blood.

Motherfucker!

The man now charged again and caught me with two long swings on the head. He roared with pain and dizziness. I braced myself and started to swing in a blind fury, both hands going with every ounce of power I could muster.

He howled in immense pain collapsing on the ground. He was losing his senses now.

Oh he fucking deserved every ounce of it. Probably more.

"Now fucking tell me the room number!" I seethed in rage as I grabbed him roughly by the collar making him stand as I kicked him in the abdomen.

He spit blood on my shirt.

Bloody fucker!

I harshly gripped his hand in a firm hold making him look in my eyes.

"You wanna get an easy death or......." I seethed each word menacingly.

"Fucking rot in my captivity? Because trust me, if you fucking don't answer me what I ask now, you'll be begging for your death." I twisted the knife slowly in his abdomen making him to shriek on top of his lungs, losing his voice along with his senses.

"....6....609...." he uttered with torment. He collapsed on the ground again, in the pool of blood with a knife in his stomach.

I drew a deep breath, running my hand through the hair.

This motherfucker has wasted my 10 fucking minutes!

"The room is 609. We're gonna beset the 6th floor from all the fucking sides. Samar, ensure that no one fucking enter that floor. Jay will get the Troop Z inside from the main reception and the other till then have to block all the fucking members of Black Lotus." I ordered through the ear piece getting a 'Yes Boss' in return.

"And Bhai, what are you going to do?" I heard the boyish voice asking the moronic question.

"I'll be up on the 6th floor after half an hour. I gotta ensnare that Zev first. And you don't fucking dare to defy the plan Lakshay!" I warned this hyper excited brat in an icy tone.

"Oh don't fucking worry Bhai! You know already that I'm the best shooter!" came his haughty voice from the other end.

I glanced at the watched, "The mission is on in a minute. All get on their positions and no one will fucking utter anything unwarranted, except the high-priority information. And.... Everyone will do every fucking thing necessary to get them out of here safe and sound!"

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I entered the hotel reception fiddling with my fingers. Trying to remain calm, I drew a deep breath.

It's gonna be alright Ziya! It's just a date!

Oh it is not just a date.

It's a freaking date!

My first ever date in 20 years of my existence that has been taking place not because I wanted to, but because my freaking crazy outwitted best friend doesn't want me to remain single and live a dull monotonous life. I don't even know that Rohan guy properly. Hell, we haven't even shared more than four sentences in the college. But this Kashvi Agnihotri claims that he has a huge crush on me and she has found the right guy for me and I will be head over heels for him just by listening him talk.

Its ridiculous.

I shouldn't say it but I don't even find him handsome. He's just...... Well I have no right to make a judgement about him but I just know he's not my type. I don't even feel anything inside me when I see him.

We feel something inside us when we meet our 'The One'. It's according to my own imaginative theory about love.

Only I knew how much I enjoy and appreciate my dull monotonous life. I'm doing so good without a boyfriend. Who the hell even need one?

It's just stupid to wait for his text messages when he doesn't even care to respond to them.

It's just stupid to cry because he doesn't reply to your text messages.

It's just stupid to be in a relationship that just lasts for a month or two.

It's just stupid that after dating him you find out that he or she was toxic.

The whole idea of dating and relationships is stupid.

But here I'm standing in front of the reception asking about the booking under the name of Kashvi Agnihotri, my bestfriend.

Three more persons beside me were hovering over the reception desk expectantly looking at the receptionist who was busy shuffling through the pages and talking to someone on the phone. She seemed frustrated.

She glanced at me, irritated, and then shifted her gaze to the computer in front of her. She squinted her eyebrows nodding to whatever the person on the phone was saying.

"Yeah, it's on the sixth floor." Saying so she looked up at me.

I nodded taking my leave from her.

No way I'm doing this. I don't freaking want to go on a date!

I pouted to myself feeling helpless. Well I've already have the mind-blowing plan ready in my head.

First thing first, he's not gonna like me anymore seeing me not interested in this crap.

Second thing, I'm not gonna sit there for more than 20 minutes. I've got my mum ready to call me at exactly 4:20.

Sighing, I walked towards the lift. There was a man standing tall in all black outfit. His gaze wandered behind me and he left abruptly. I pressed the lift's button and it opened in an instant. Getting inside, I pressed the button with number six engraved on it.

Leaning my back on the wall, I tried to relax myself. I don't even have to worry this much about it. It's just a stupid get together. Nothing else. I'm gonna act cool and all, yeah....

The door of the lift opened on the 6th floor with a ting as I completed my self assuring talk. Drawing a breath, I get outside the lift. The clean marble shined brightly under my feet. It was all calm. I couldn't even see any single human being here.

Wasn't it supposed to be a dining area?

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I stared impassively at my hands. Blood rinsing out as water flowed on them. I slowly looked at my reflection in the mirror. There was a little cut under my eye with dried blood.

A satisfying smirk swept across my face.

Zev is dead.

"You're fucking gonna suffer Rudra! It's...... It's not just Black.......Lotus. H.....half...of the underworld is after....you." he uttered as my grip on his neck tightened.

I laughed out humourlessly.

"Ahh.....and here I thought the whole underworld was after me..." I drawled staring down at him whimpering in pain.

"You've now demoted me Zev...." My grip on his neck tightened with each word. All I could see was blood.

"...L...Lea...ndro...."

My eyes darkened.

"...h...he's....gonna....besiege...y..yourrr realm.."

He fucking passed me a smile. His bloodied skin had turned a pale color, his hair sticking to his forehead as sweat dripped down . I choked him with all my strength. The veins of my hands and arms popping out.

His face fell backwards. His body grew cold as his soul drifted away.

I got off of him dusting my hands full of blood.

I gritted through my teeth as I looked down at his dead body.

"Well guess what? No one even fucking dare to cross into my territory, and you fucked up by stealing what's mine. The things I lay my eyes on are fucking mine!"

I stared myself in the mirror through rage filled eyes.

That fucker Leandro is gonna suffer...

I ran a hand through my hair, taking a step backward. I moved outside of the washroom wearing my jacket on the way, putting the bandana face mask on.

As soon as I came outside, I peered at a petite figure wandering her gaze all over the surroundings, observing everything carefully. Her skeptical gaze went towards her phone as she took her steps forward.

"Samar I said no one should fucking enter the floor!" I snared as I looked at her with curious gaze.

I narrowed my eyes sensing a transparent glass wire tied in the corridor she was heading to.

"What? I saw no one entering the lift...." I heard him drawling confused when I took quick footsteps towards her.

Fuck!

My one hand went on her mouth keeping her mum and the other grabbed her arm pulling her inside a room.

She struggled under my grip kicking her legs, muffling something. I hold her firmly with her hands under my tight grip putting her reflexes to an abrupt stop. Her back was facing my front. I could feel her breathing heavily.

I closed the door noiselessly with my foot while taking her away from the door, her hair brushed my face. She bit my hand hard.

This fucking girl...

I roughly turned her to face me.

And I saw a pair of chocolate brown doe-shaped eyes that were widened in fear. My gaze flickered on her hair that was tied up in a ponytail earlier, as it cascade down her waist. The locks of her voluminous, smooth and shiny black hair covering her face.

Her fingers brushed lightly over her beautiful locks; her fingers wavering. She must've sensed me watching her, as her angelic eyes flitted up to meet mine. Her oval shaped face showed nothing but innocence.

She looked at me with widened eyes and her brows furrowed. She shrink back biting her lower lip. My eyes lingered on her full lips as she licked them slowly, avoiding any eye contact with me.

Something flipped inside me.

I roamed my gaze from her magnetic gentle eyes to her buttoned nose adorned with a sparkling stud; her chubby cheeks, to her full heart shaped lips that she was still biting. I gazed further down finding her wearing a black kurti or whatever.

Feeling my heated gaze on her, she takes her hands back from my hold. I took a step closer to her making her step backward. She gasped, her face red, hitting her back with the door. She looked directly into my eyes as scared as a rabbit caught in a trap.

I leaned forward to lock the door without removing my gaze from her face. She tightly closed her eyes pressing herself more on the door.

I took several steps back making gap between us as I watched her intently. She stood there dumbfounded, with her eyes closed for a few good seconds.

She opened her one eye slowly. Not seeing me near her she opened her another eye heaving a relieved sigh. I leaned back on the wall while crossing my arms. She darted her skeptical gaze towards the room and her relieved demeanor got worked up again as she saw me.

She blinked, innocently, at me.

She was paralyzed to the spot, the menacing aura holding her in a tightening grip. Gathering her courage, she swiftly moved towards the door pulling the doorknob. Unable to open it, she pulled at it with greater force. She left an exasperated sigh getting defeated in her trivial attempt. Her hair bounced in all directions with her jerky movements. I just watched her struggling, amused.

This girl is stupid. She can't even see the latch on the door.

I went towards her pulling her away from the door harshly. "Ahh... Leave me!" came her sweet distressed voice.

I fucking can't leave her even if I wanted to. She has fucking welcomed her death by entering here.

She has fucking ruined my plan.

I ran my hand through the hair, turning to the other side.

"We've successfully besieged the Location B." I heard through the ear piece.

It was my fucking responsibility to lead the mission now but here I am, stucked with this naive girl, in a storeroom.

"A-are you a.. terrorist?" She asked hesistantly in her low voice, making me snap my face back towards her.

Did she call me a fucking terrorist?

Ziya has successfully landed herself amidst the bloody chaos, that too with the person who's responsible for it.

A blind date turned completely wrong lol.

And... Someone seems to be lost in our lovely Ziya. It's making his heart flip.

By the way, Rudra is hot. (Let's keep the fact aside that he had already give a torturous death to two people, and is on a mission to kill the main culprit)

Yeah! Rudra is hot.

For more of his hotness, stay tuned with the story!