Inside the dimly lit room of the narrow alley, Abir and Arisa leaned over a map—a detailed blueprint of Aryan's main headquarters. The rain outside continued its violent assault, but the atmosphere inside was even more electric.
"Aryan's main vault is in the underground basement," Abir pointed out, his voice a low rasp. "To get there, we need to bypass three security layers. Aryan knows I'm coming, but he doesn't know you're with me."
Arisa traced the map with her finger, her eyes cold and steady. She knew every weakness Aryan possessed.
"Aryan keeps a master key in his right-hand drawer," Arisa whispered. "That key can shut down the entire building's power grid in an instant. I know how to get in there silently."
Abir looked at her, stunned by her composure. He could no longer find a trace of the fragile girl he once knew.
"Can you do it, Arisa? If you're caught, Aryan will lock you away forever."
"He lost the power to imprison me a long time ago, Abir," Arisa said with a sinister smile. "When he sees his palace turned into a slaughterhouse tomorrow morning, he will realize—the puppet he created is now his executioner."
Abir pulled her into a firm embrace. Arisa surrendered to his strength, but today, there was more than just passion between them; there was a vow of war.
"Tomorrow at 4 AM," Abir declared. "We move. My H2R will roar one last time, and it will be the sound of Aryan's final lament."
A flash of lightning illuminated Arisa's face for a brief second. In that light, she didn't look like a princess; she looked like a **Villainess** Queen ready to reclaim her throne.
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