Chapter 1
The underground gang “Winners” had trained its members since childhood—elite, disciplined, deadly.
Among them were Shaam and Geeta.
They had grown up under the same roof, trained by the same mentors…
and yet, they had never gotten along.
Not once.
They avoided each other like a curse—until that day.
Inside the dim briefing room, Team Leader Tiwari Pandey stood waiting. His face was serious, his voice sharper than usual.
He threw a photograph onto the table.
“Look carefully,” he said. “This man is Gujjar Singh. He has stolen our ancestral golden idol. I don’t care how—but you two will bring it back.”
Geeta crossed her arms, smirking.
“No problem. Recovering an idol like this is child’s play for me.”
Shaam leaned back, unimpressed.
“Fine. So who’s my partner?”
Pandey looked straight at them.
“You both are.”
Silence.
Then—at the same time:
“Ew! His partner? Never!”
“Chi! Her partner? No way!”
Pandey slammed his hand on the table.
“Enough nonsense! You’re the best we have. You’ll complete this mission together. And if you fail—both of you will be punished. Clear?”
Geeta scoffed.
“If I go with him, punishment is guaranteed.”
Shaam shot back,
“As if anyone is dying to work with you.”
Pandey’s patience snapped.
“Stop this childish fighting! I want that idol back within one week. Understood?”
Neither of them wanted this mission.
But with dead expressions and forced voices, both muttered,
“…Fine.”
Next Morning – Mission Begins
As they walked toward the garage—
Geeta said coldly,
“We may be partners, but during this mission, you’ll follow my lead. Got it?”
Shaam raised an eyebrow.
“Looks like a mad dog bit you early this morning. That’s the only reason you think I’ll listen to you.”
Geeta stopped and glared.
“Just don’t interfere in my mission.”
Shaam smirked.
“This is my mission too, understood?”
Rolling her eyes, Geeta pulled out a map.
“Enough drama. Look here—Gujjar Singh will pass through this route today. We’ll tail him and reach his hideout.”
Shaam nodded.
“Fine. How do we follow him?”
“By bike,” she replied casually.
“And you’ll be driving.”
Shaam frowned.
“And why exactly me?”
Geeta smiled sweetly—dangerously.
“Because an empty-headed fool can chase on a bike. Thinking isn’t required.”
Shaam stared at her.
“You’re crossing limits now.”
“I’m not crossing limits,” she replied calmly.
“I’m speaking facts.”
Shaam sighed.
“Forget it. I’ll get the bike.”
As he walked away, Geeta muttered under her breath,
“This mission is going to be a disaster…”
From a distance, Shaam smirked.
“Yeah… but a fun one.”
********
The bike roared through the empty highway—
Shaam in the front, gripping the handles,
Geeta behind him, eyes glued to her phone, tracking signals at lightning speed.
They were fast. Too fast.
Yet Gujjar Singh was nowhere in sight.
Shaam yelled over the wind,
“You’re sure about this? Because I don’t see him anywhere!”
Geeta didn’t even look up.
“Of course I’m sure. Just focus on driving!”
Shaam frowned.
“I think we’re going the wrong way. Maybe confirm with the boss once? Just to be sure?”
Geeta snapped her head up.
“Are you doubting me?”
Shaam smirked.
“Oh come on. I’ve never trusted you anyway.”
Geeta’s eyes widened.
“How dare you!”
Before Shaam could react, Geeta started hitting his shoulder.
The bike swerved dangerously.
Shaam shouted,
“Are you insane?! Do you want us dead?!”
Geeta stopped instantly.
“Fine! Stop lecturing and drive straight!”
She quickly dialed the call.
“Boss, check my location. Are we on the right track?”
Pandey’s voice came through.
“You both are exactly where you should be.”
She cut the call and smirked.
“See? I told you. Now get down. I’ll drive.”
Shaam scoffed.
“Why? I’m driving perfectly fine!”
“With your speed?” she snapped.
“At this rate, we’ll reach him in our next lifetime.”
Annoyed, Shaam stepped off the bike.
Geeta jumped into the front seat, kicked the engine—and vroom!
The bike shot forward like a bullet.
Within seconds, they were right beside Gujjar Singh’s car.
Everything was going perfectly—
Sudden stop.
The bike died.
Shaam yelled,
“What happened?! Why did it stop?!”
Geeta glared at the bike.
“When you knew this mission was important, why did you bring this junk? It died mid-way!”
Shaam gasped dramatically.
“Hey! Don’t say a word against my Basanti!”
Geeta snapped,
“Your Basanti can go to hell! Think—how will we chase him now?!”
Both looked around desperately.
Just then—
a truck passed by.
Shaam’s eyes lit up.
“Our ride to destiny,” he said confidently.
Geeta stared at him.
“But there’s a driver inside.”
Shaam smirked.
“Why fear, when Shaam is here?”
Before Geeta could ask anything—
Shaam yelled,
“RUN!”
Confused but trained, Geeta followed.
Shaam waved the truck down.
“Brother, could you step down for a second?”
The truck driver climbed out.
“What happened?”
Shaam smiled politely.
“Turn around. Look over there.”
The moment the driver turned—
BAM!
Shaam kicked him hard.
The man fell flat on the road.
Shaam jumped into the truck and shouted,
“DO YOU NEED A FORMAL INVITATION?!”
Geeta sprinted and climbed up—but she got stuck halfway, hanging from the door.
Shaam slammed the accelerator.
The truck raced ahead at full speed.
Geeta screamed, swinging wildly,
“YOU IDIOT! LET ME GET INSIDE FIRST!”
Shaam laughed, eyes fixed on the road.
“No time for that! Enjoy the swing—catching Gujjar Singh is more important!”
Gunshots echoed ahead.
Sirens wailed in the distance.
And in the middle of chaos, bullets, and madness—
Geeta finally managed to pull herself inside the truck, breathing heavily, her patience completely gone.
“Enough!” she snapped—and SLAM!
She hit the brakes.
WHOOSH!
Shaam flew halfway out of the truck window, hanging by his arms like a broken action figure.
“AAAH—!”
He crashed back inside, hitting the floor hard.
Geeta gasped dramatically.
“Ohhh… sorry.”
(pauses, fake concern)
“Are you okay?”
Shaam groaned, holding his leg.
“Have you gone mad?! I’m fine… unfortunately.”
She smiled sweetly.
“Good. Then come on. Let’s finish the mission.”
Shaam struggled to his feet and moved toward the seat—
VRRROOOOM!
Geeta suddenly accelerated.
Shaam missed the step and ended up dangling from the door, legs swinging in the air.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” he screamed.
“LET ME GET INSIDE!”
Geeta didn’t even look at him.
“Oh no, no, no. You’re forgetting our mission.
Catching Gujjar Singh is more important.”
“STUPID WOMAN!” Shaam yelled.
After a painful struggle—elbows, knees, and pure survival instinct—
Shaam finally pulled himself inside and collapsed on the seat.
They continued the chase.
Then—
THUD.
The truck slowed… and stopped.
Shaam sighed.
“Now what?”
Geeta shrugged.
“No idea.”
Shaam stepped out and immediately spotted the problem.
“Great. The tyre’s punctured.”
Both got down.
They were now standing on a lonely road, thick jungle on both sides, silence broken only by their breathing.
Geeta crossed her arms.
“Perfect. The truck is useless, the bike is dead…
Now how do we chase him?”
Shaam snapped.
“You know what? You’re the root of every problem.”
Geeta’s eyes widened.
“WHAT?!”
“Obviously! The moment you rode my bike, my Basanti died.
The moment you drove the truck—puncture!
You’re bad luck! Wherever you go, disaster follows!”
She gasped.
“Oh wow! I’m bad luck?! No, YOU are bad luck!
Your Basanti was already a disaster!
And this useless truck? YOU stole it!”
She pointed dramatically.
“You know what? The truck driver cursed you!
That’s why this happened!”
Shaam clapped sarcastically.
“Wow, amazing logic. Do all the nonsense yourself,
and when it fails—blame me.”
They were mid-argument when—
VROOM VROOM
A random biker stopped nearby.
He looked at them curiously.
“What happened, brother?”
(smiling)
“Why are you fighting with your wife? Need help?”
Geeta instantly pointed at Shaam.
“See him? Staring like an owl.
He’s a wild animal—pure jungle creature!”
Shaam scoffed.
“Oh really? And what are you?
A witch hanging upside down from trees?”
Geeta turned to the biker, offended.
“Did you hear that?! Do I look like a witch?!”
The biker got down from his bike, confused.
“Uh… I was just trying to—”
Before he could finish—
ZIP!
Shaam and Geeta suddenly jumped on his bike.
Geeta kicked it to life.
“WAIT—!” the biker shouted.
As they sped away, Geeta yelled over her shoulder,
“Bad luck, bro! Sorry! No refund, no bike!”
The biker ran after them, screaming,
“THIEVES! THEY STOLE MY BIKE!
STOP THEM! CHOOORRR!”
The bike disappeared into the distance.
Shaam sighed, holding the handle.
“This mission is officially cursed.”
Geeta smirked.
“Relax. Chaos is our specialty.”
And with that—
The Dramatic Duo vanished down the road,
leaving behind dust, confusion, and one very angry biker.
*********
The scene moves forward.
Geeta and Shaam had come a long way, yet they were nowhere close to Gujjar Singh. Finally, both of them got off the bike.
Geeta sighed in frustration.
“Now what? Getting information about him is almost impossible.”
“Let me think,” Shaam said, scanning the surroundings.
Both of them looked around carefully when Geeta’s eyes suddenly fixed on the empty road ahead.
“I think this road goes straight. No matter what, he can’t disappear. We should move forward.”
Shaam shook his head.
“This road is too long. And I feel like no one else will come this way. Going ahead could be dangerous. What if the petrol runs out? That would be another disaster.”
“But sitting here won’t get us anywhere,” Geeta snapped.
“Why don’t we walk?” Shaam suggested.
Geeta scoffed.
“That’s such a stupid idea.”
“Oh really? Then do you have a better one?”
Just then, the sound of a vehicle echoed from a distance.
Geeta’s eyes widened.
“I think they haven’t gone very far.”
“No,” Shaam replied cautiously.
“That sounds like someone else.”
“Then let’s follow it.”
“And what if it’s someone dangerous?”
“We’ll only know if we go.”
Shaam hesitated for a moment, then started the bike again. The chase began once more.
They rode for a long time, but the road remained empty. Slowly, the bike started overheating.
“I told you,” Shaam said angrily. “There’s nothing here.”
As Geeta got off the bike, the heat burned her foot badly. Shaam started yelling in frustration, but Geeta suddenly burst into tears.
“Why are you shouting at me?
My foot is burned!” she cried.
Shaam froze. His anger vanished instantly. Worried, he rushed toward her.
“Are you okay? Where did you get hurt? Show me.”
Geeta hid her face and her foot. The burn was serious, though she didn’t feel it fully yet. She exaggerated her pain a little—but the injury was real.
Night had already fallen, so they decided to stay there and continue the search in the morning.
Old, dusty blankets were lying nearby. They shook them off and lay down. The place felt strange—huge stone stairs led downward into darkness. Shaam chose to sleep on the first step, while Geeta stayed a little farther where the stairs ended.
It was the first time they had been together like this—for so long, alone.
They talked quietly.
Suddenly, Geeta felt something. A sound.
She turned back, but there was nothing.
“Let’s sleep,” she whispered.
A deep, cold voice cut through the silence.
“Did you really think you could follow me… and I wouldn’t know?”
Gujjar Singh stepped forward, dressed in a white kurta-pajama, his presence terrifying.
Geeta and Shaam instantly became alert. Before they could react, Gujjar Singh attacked.
A fierce fight broke out between Gujjar Singh and Shaam. Gujjar was powerful—brutal. Every move showed his strength and cruelty.
At that exact moment, Geeta’s eyes fell on something glowing nearby.
“Shaam! The idol!” she screamed.
But Gujjar Singh grabbed Shaam with immense force and threw him down the stairs.
“Cover yourself with the blanket!” Geeta shouted desperately.
Gujjar turned toward Geeta and tried to snatch the idol from her. She clutched the blanket tightly around herself—but lost her balance and fell down the stairs.
Without hesitation, Gujjar Singh jumped after them.
They were all falling.
Mid-air, Shaam forced his arms out from his blanket and pulled Geeta close to him, wrapping her tightly. Both of them were covered in thick blankets, protecting each other.
They hit the ground hard—but survived with only minor injuries.
Gujjar Singh, who had jumped without any protection, crashed brutally.
His body lay still.
Silent.
Dead.
Shaam held Geeta tightly, his arms trembling but strong.
“I won’t let anything happen to you,” he whispered.
Geeta buried her face into his chest, realizing—
this wasn’t just a mission anymore.
It was survival.
It was love.
And it was protection against pure evil.
********
Next Day
By morning, Geeta and Shaam returned to their group with the idol. They placed it carefully in front of the Boss. All the group members were present.
The Boss smiled—satisfied.
But some faces in the room were tense. Unhappy.
One of the female members stepped forward and said coldly,
“You’ve been in this group long enough to know one rule. If a don is killed, the Boss does it. But here… the don died on his own.”
Before Geeta could respond, Shaam stepped ahead of her.
“Gujjar Singh was not easy to defeat,” he said firmly.
“And we didn’t go there to kill him—we went to retrieve the idol. It was dangerous. If Gujjar Singh hadn’t died, we would have. And because of this mission, Geeta burned her foot badly.”
His voice hardened.
“But none of you even asked if she was okay.”
Geeta stood frozen—surprised… and quietly happy 🫢
For the first time, someone had stood between her and the world.
Still, the group remained silent. Unmoved.
Soon after, both of them left for their separate quarters.
Geeta picked up the bike keys and asked with a smile,
“Where is Shaam?”
A senior member replied casually,
“He’s gone.”
“Gone?”
Geeta didn’t turn back. She ran.
“Geeta! Where are you going?” the senior shouted.
But she didn’t stop. She kept running—only one name in her heart.
What Geeta didn’t know was this—
By the time she ran out, the group had already turned against her.
Not because of failure.
But because of jealousy.
They had completed an impossible mission.
And worse—
The group’s most sacred rule had been broken:
Members could remain members.
They could never become life partners.
Now, the order was clear.
Kill Geeta.
Men followed her. Weapons drawn. Rage burning.
Geeta ran.
She ran farther than she ever had in her life.
Breathless, terrified, she finally hid inside a massive ruined structure—an ancient wreck surrounded by a large herd of cows.
Fear gripped her.
“What if they attack me?” she thought.
But destiny had other plans.
The people who came to kill her also hid nearby.
Suddenly, the cows turned violent—charging, attacking, scattering them.
Some were injured. Others ran for their lives.
It was as if those animals had come not to harm Geeta…
but to protect her.
Like guardians sent by fate.
Shaken, Geeta stepped out.
And then—
From a distance, a horse approached.
On it sat Shaam.
He had come only for her.
He jumped down, rushed to her, gently held her face in his hands, his voice trembling,
“Are you okay… my love?”
Tears filled Geeta’s eyes.
“Yes. Are you okay?”
He nodded, then looked straight into her eyes.
“Will you marry me?”
“I’ve fallen in love with you.”
Without hesitation, she smiled through her tears.
“Yes. Always.”
They climbed onto the horse together.
Leaving behind the group.
Leaving behind violence.
Leaving behind their old lives.
They rode forward—toward freedom, love, and a new destiny.
Together.
THE END 🌙✨
