Fractured Crowns

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"Hey girls. We're up for a meeting," Amrita messaged in the group chat early that morning.

The notification popped up on all their phones, pulling each of them from their routines.

Divya, now a married woman, smiled at the familiarity of Amrita's straightforward tone. A few days had passed since her wedding, and life was settling into a rhythm.

But tomorrow was different. It was the day of Amrita-Aaryansh and Ananya-Aditya's weddings.

Despite the looming festivities, the girls made their way to their usual meeting place: the bustling café they had claimed as their own.

The aroma of coffee and the sound of clinking cups created a strange sense of normalcy despite the intensity of their mission.

Amrita sat at their usual table, her legs crossed and her gaze sharp. Ishika arrived first, sliding into the chair beside her.

Ananya entered moments later, humming a tune that spoke of her carefree spirit, but the glint in her eyes betrayed her readiness.

Lastly, Divya stepped in, her posture poised yet relaxed, laptop bag slung over her shoulder.

"What is it, Ritu? What happened?" Divya asked, settling into her seat.

Amrita leaned forward, her voice low. "Did you get any information on our target?"

"Yes." Amrita's eyes gleamed. "This guy is staying at the Bela Hotel tonight. After that, no one knows where he'll disappear to."

"How do you know he's staying there? And why tonight?" Ananya asked, arching a brow as she sipped her coffee.

"I got the intel from our guy in the police department-the one who always helps us." Amrita shrugged, her tone casual, but the undertone of confidence was unmistakable.

"But are you sure?" Ishika asked, her brows furrowing.

"For that, Divi-ma, I need you to confirm." Amrita smirked, nudging Divya playfully.

"On it," Divya replied, already pulling out her laptop and powering it up.

Within seconds, her fingers flew across the keyboard, the screen reflecting in her focused eyes.

The others waited in silence, knowing better than to interrupt her when she was in her element.

After a few tense moments, Divya looked up and said, "The info is correct. This bast@rd is staying there tonight."

"That was fast," Ananya said, genuinely impressed.

Divya shot her a quick grin. "What can I say? It's what I do."

"Well, what do we do now?" Amrita asked, turning to Ishika, their strategist and planner.

Ishika tapped her chin thoughtfully before speaking. "We take him down. Clean and fast. No room for error."

"Tonight it is, then." Amrita's smirk turned lethal, her eyes glowing with a dangerous edge.

"But we need to do this quickly," Divya interjected, her tone firm. "Considering the fact that two of you have your weddings tomorrow."

"Oh, don't worry." Ananya waved a hand dismissively, her grin widening. "We promise we'll make it quick and clean. Right, Amul baby?"

Amrita rolled her eyes but nodded. "Yeah, we will. This guy won't know what hit him."

Ishika opened her planner and began jotting down the details. "Alright, here's how we'll do it. Divya, you're on surveillance and hacking. I want every camera and security measure at that hotel under your control."