*Grossly unedited as I wished to update anyhow.

Washington Interpol ATU had their eyes on an international smuggling racket for a while. They had been tailing them 24/7 by turn since last one year. Rumors said, Black Wolves were their beneficiary and in return aided them to expand their shady business. Thea and her partner Joe got a major breakthrough and confirmed the news last week. That breakthrough was Rogue_Star.

For outer gullible universe Rogue_Star was a lavish night club in 15th street of Southeast, minting loads of grands as a Superbar should do. Unknown to them were their wild rave parties, masked by soundproof basement, a perfect venue for demonic treaties. Along came sumptuous buffet of narcotics for the rich, delinquent youngsters being lured into flames like blinded moths trapped by the invitations of vicious dark web*.

George and Steve, the team heads had a brief discussion and chose their own men for the raid. As usual Thea and Sullivan would stay inside the van. Sebastian, Swara and few paramedics were assigned their duties for on spot medical team.

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After a tiring day at hospital, pull of a mundane cup of filtered coffee was more magnetic than lunch, at least for Swara. Leaning against the table near coffee machine Swara tried to ignore the lack of rich cream she usually preferred. She was almost beginning to enjoy her solitude when Sanskar came and invaded her territory. "You can't go there. That gang is too dangerous to be your first assignment."

"Who are you to decide huh? You are not even leading the raid." her hazel orbs blazed in naked disdain. "Unlike you my other colleagues don't see me as a worthless freeloader. And I give a damn about your opinion."

"Don't drag our personal issues here, Swara. Why don't you get it? One month training is hardly enough to tackle those brutal guys." Sanskar seemed worn out. Last month wasn't exactly rosy for him with their endless wars of words. Her aloofness towards him was his personal hell, her budding friendship with Eric was a prickly thorn in his already wrecked paradise.

"Don't you think you are insulting her?" Again came that unwanted devil, his one brow arched upwards, lips twisted in a smirk. "I think that's why she loathes you. Perhaps you never gave her due respect."

"Buzz off, Eric. Nobody asked for your expert opinion."

"Practice what you preach, Mr Rathore." golden specks on her hazel irises mirrored a lakeshore glistening beneath afternoon sun. "But for a man who judge a book by its cover, I guess I have no choice but narrate the plot."

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Her Smith and Wesson roared and she missed the target.

The hole on the wall was mocking her. The moving cardboard model had a minute graze on its border. In no way that shot meant effective offense or defense.

"This is how you will protect yourself,right? I can't let-" Sanskar was about to leave when back to back four pellets hit the red ground zero point. His steps froze, body turned around. His startled existence was cornered by a fierce tigress who was ready to pounce on her prey, to rip him by her merciless verbal claws.

"Too quick to give verdict, weren't you? Well, it was fun to prove the great SSR wrong." Killer was her smirk, gloating was her tone. She placed the firearm in her allotted locker. "Don't forget to wish me luck just because you lost. Goodbye."

In a quick move Sanskar hauled and captured her in his frame. Her arched back was sealed to his toned chest where a shameless organ was thrumming wildly as if it would break free from leashes. His one arm wrapped her shoulders, another was lifted to draw a S&W Shield from holster. The muzzle touched her temple, his warm breath tickled her senses as he nudged her skin around her neck, travelled along the collarbone, rose near her earlobe.

"And don't you forget one thing. There will be instances when your gun may not give you company." the battle of care versus dare was still on. Sanskar was the one to strike with his teasing whisper. "You may be trapped like this minus love and kisses. What will you do then, NB?"

Past blast of winter had chilly winds of disturbing silence. His Nymph had gone through a radical transformation. A glacial princess, that she had evolved into. At last this altercation was like burning flame, thawing her frosty armour inch by inch. No longer was she epitome of frigidity. Rather she was molten lava and Sanskar gleefully basked in her warmth.He leaned closer to her in pursuit of sinful delight. As she turned her face, his mouth found more space to play and lips grabbed even more chances to kiss.

Her spread palms climbed along the length of his arm almost in sensual strokes. Her grasp on him got tighter now that he nipped his teeth at her earlobe.

In the blink of an eye Swara aka NB twisted his wrist as well as his elbow knocked upward. Without losing any moment she turned around, thus freeing herself in the process. A startled Sanskar was granted no mercy, no time to react. Grappling his shoulder she thrusted her knee into his torso, face blown by the force of her back to back cross punches.

Sanskar still seemed dazed as if he were struck by some magical spell. No more February spread its icy wing and his throat went dry in front of his personal firebrand. He licked his parched lips in search of vain comfort, in return he tasted dripping blood.

"If you still have doubt, ask any mirror to testify." Putting the final verbal nail on his coffin she shoved him to the ground.

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"Come in." Faint sound of footsteps made Nakshatra turn towards the source. Laksh was cleaning a Remington 700 long range sniper rifle, ever brooding expression and multi layered frown were permanently etched on his face. This gloom faded as the latest entrant Ragini caught his attention.

Few weeks back she promised to make everything right for him. She vowed to get Swara in their trap, in return she asked his patience and secrecy. Agni and others' distrust wounded his ego, yet confrontation was not in his cards. Ragini was a swinging bridge between two decaying sides of a turbulent river. One step wrong and all connections would be lost between them.

Upcoming legislative assembly election in Madhya Pradesh brought a great scope for black wolves to bring back their former infamous glory. Campaigns were going on full forces all around the state, numerous rallies were organized. Promises floated around. Mud slinging and manipulations went hand in hand with holier than thou attitude.

Among this royal mess Vijayendra Jaitley, a potential chief minister candidate running from current opposition party was rapidly gaining popularity among the masses. The fifty four years old pro bono lawyer was witty, suave and had relatively clean public image. He was scheduled to visit Indore and address the crowd after two days and Black wolves planned his assassination in presence of hundred cameras and thousand pairs of eyes. Be it the current rulers or opposition, this untoward event would be proven to be fatal for both political party and cause of huge uproar around the state. While it would be a chance for resurrection of Laksh, a chance for gaining his peers' trust, as he would be the one to lodge the bullet.

"Forget everything else and kill Jaitley, my son. If you fail, I don't know how to prove your loyalty." Nakshatra's statement also came as a plea. "Perhaps you'll be grounded if things don't work out. For one day please forget Swara."

Laksh nodded as if to give assurance. Ragini felt like tearing the world apart whenever she heard that name. She clenched her jaws not to scream while he came and clutched her shoulders, "Your promise was the only reason I turned into old determined, ruthless Laksh again. We are not supposed to feel, Ragini. But right now I feel grateful to have a friend whom I can trust with my eyes closed."

Little did he know her promises had loopholes. Certainly she had his best interests on her mind, gratuity was he ought to feel, yet not for his intended reason. He wished Swara as his daily dose of drug and Ragini wished to cure this addiction forever.

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"Ahhh!" Swara lost her cheeky grin the moment shrieks of ache ridden Sanskar filled the room. She dashed out and returned with a first aid kit. Her hidden emotions resurfaced as she tended his bruised face. She chided herself for his pain, she regretted for hitting him on the spur of a moment. A lone tear left her eyes as he winced when she applied antiseptic on his split lips. Which pain was greater only God would know.

No longer he was living in agony. Her tear stricken face was a soothing balm to his grieving soul. Great! Now he was a sadist too. He was a lost cause for sure, a goner beyond repair. But he didn't regretted being selfish this time. After all he was a shipwrecked man and a drop of love from his Nymph was his only life raft. No matter what he wasn't going to leave that hope.

Long forgotten was his macho guy image. Sanskar Singh Rathore swallowed his Rajput pride and groaned holding his stomach. "I'm really proud of you, Nymph. But it hurts so much."

His weakened voice broke her last restraint. Tears were falling freely down her cheeks. She lifted his shirt with her trembling hand. His toned six packs were glorious as ever except the presence of faint bluish sheen around solar plexus area. She could have been dazzled if that ice pack was not her concern.

Suddenly Sanskar caught hold of her wrist. "Let me."

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"I was shot during my first raid." His eyes had a faraway look while their entwined hands moved on his expanses of his upper torso. He reminisced how his superiors regretted his early despatch just because he excelled during his training period. "I didn't want the same thing happen to you. No doctor ever had been sent within such short span of time."

"Paranoid much? Just see a shrink, damn it!" she jerked his hands and got up. "You tend to forget, these people didn't have three years experience like me. Anyway, I don't owe you any explanation."

"You do owe me something else. I can't move, thanks to you." his face contorted in pain as he fell again. "Fair enough. But you can't leave me on the floor like this."

"Leaving is your habit, not mine."

Nearing him Swara kneeled down. Her arm encircled his torso. The war inside her got brutal as she leaned over him. His shoulders found their place in her compassionate embrace. The man had, however no inhibitions inside him. He held her so tight as if his life depended on it. With all her force, all her care she yanked his body. Once. Twice. Thrice. And she failed every time.

Good for her, she did not fail to notice his silly grin.

"This was all your ploy, huh? Demean me in every possible way, then act like helpless victim. What did you think? I'll come running to you?" Like a fool she got trapped in his tug of war and lost her balance in every round. Lying on his chest, she was panting against his neck. "You are really delusional."

No longer was she his loving rescuer, neither she held him anymore. Instead it was Sanskaar who tumbled over her in a flash, while Swara laid trapped beneath him. "You say you don't owe me yet you tend to my wounds. Admit it, Nymph, you do care for me."

"I healed you 'cause I hurt you." if looks could kill, Sanskar would have been well settled in hell by now, Swara's glances carried such contempt for him. "Moreover, I don't want someone using me as a excuse for his potential weakness."

That was the last straw before he lost his patience. He was done being goody two shoes.

Not losing a moment he slammed his lips on her. Her hands were pinned above her head by his hand as they went for futile chase to freedom. He invaded her soft flawless rosy lips like a merciless pirate. His already cracked lips were bleeding again yet he didn't care.

On the other hand Swara defended his rampage like true warrior princess not letting him inside the chambers of her mouth infuriating him beyond limits. His intense caramel eyes glowered into her equally defiant ones. "Beware Nymph, defense is not SSR' s style." He whispered in between the endless passionate kisses he placed on every inch of her face. "Attack me, I'll strike back. In your words, use you. Build a fort, yet I'll break in. By hook or crook."

Saying this, he sunk his teeth in her lips. He took the advantage as she gasped in surprise and entered the warm wetlands of her mouth. The more she moved in protest, more his tongue ran along every crevices, every slippery nooks and crannies. He was rough, demanding and soon her lips were swollen and marked by the reddened evidence of his tempestuous love. His free hand went wild beneath her shirt, caressed her bare skin, fingers traced along the curve of her waist, lingered around her belly button.

"Let me heal you, Nymph. Let me love you." he loosened his hold on her hands and kissed over where her heart stayed. "Cure my paranoia. Be my shrink. I promise I'll see only you, forever and ever."

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