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Blood and Roses

 


The first time Aarav saw Leena, it wasn’t at a café, or a bookstore, or even in the kind of place where love usually begins. It was at a police station. She was sitting in the corner, hands cuffed, her black hair falling like a curtain across her face.

He was the young detective assigned to the case; she was the prime suspect in a jewelry heist that had shaken half the city.

“Don’t look at me like I’m a criminal,” she said coolly when his eyes lingered too long.

“You’re in cuffs,” he replied. “That usually means something.”

She smirked. “Or it means I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

Something in her voice unsettled him. She didn’t sound scared—she sounded amused. And when she finally looked up, her dark eyes met his with a challenge that made his pulse skip.

Over the next weeks, their paths kept crossing. Aarav was determined to prove she was part of the heist. Leena was determined to prove otherwise. Every interrogation felt like a dance. She’d answer his questions with riddles, tilt her head in mock innocence, and leave him questioning himself.

But outside the walls of the police station, shadows moved. Aarav soon discovered Leena was telling the truth—partially. She hadn’t stolen the jewels. But she knew who had. A gang she once ran with, men more ruthless than he imagined. They framed her to keep her silent.

“Why don’t you tell me their names?” he demanded one night as they sat in the interrogation room, the clock ticking toward midnight.

“Because names get you killed,” she whispered, her eyes suddenly softer. “And I don’t want your blood on my hands.”

It was the first time he heard fear in her voice, and it struck him harder than her smirks ever had.

The investigation grew darker. Aarav’s superiors wanted the case closed quickly. Evidence was twisted, reports were rewritten, and suddenly Leena was scheduled for trial. It didn’t matter that the real criminals were still free.

Aarav faced a choice: follow orders, or follow the truth.

The night before Leena’s transfer, he made his decision. He slipped into the holding area, keys in his hand. She looked up, stunned.

“What are you doing here?”

“Getting you out,” he said simply.

Her lips parted in disbelief. “Detective Aarav, are you insane?”

“Probably. But if I let them bury you for something you didn’t do, I’ll never forgive myself.”

For a moment she just stared at him. Then, with a slow, dangerous smile, she whispered, “I didn’t think you had it in you.”

They ran together, the city lights blurring as they ducked into alleys. For the first time, Aarav wasn’t chasing her—he was running beside her.

Hiding out in an abandoned safehouse, they found themselves trapped in the kind of silence that crackles with tension. Aarav patched up a cut on her arm from their escape, his fingers brushing her skin.

“You risked everything for me,” she said softly.

He met her gaze. “I couldn’t let them take you.”

Her voice dropped. “And now you’re a fugitive too.”

The weight of it pressed on them both. But when she leaned closer, when her breath mingled with his, neither cared. Their first kiss was sharp, almost desperate, like two people clinging to the only thing that felt real in a world gone rotten.

Days turned into weeks. They planned, argued, and laughed in stolen moments. Love bloomed in the shadows of crime, fragile yet fierce. But Leena warned him:

“They won’t stop hunting me. Or you. Not until the jewels are gone and the gang is destroyed.”

So together, they set a trap. Using her knowledge of the gang’s hideouts and his tactical skills, they orchestrated a sting. It was dangerous, reckless—but it was the only way to clear her name.

The night of the showdown, gunfire erupted in the abandoned warehouse. Aarav fought like a man with nothing to lose, Leena at his side, fierce and unflinching. In the chaos, they recovered the stolen jewels and turned them over to a contact Aarav still trusted in the force.

But victory came with a price. By dawn, they were both marked—wanted by the gang for betrayal, and by the police for going rogue.

Back at the safehouse, as the city stirred awake, Leena rested her head against Aarav’s shoulder.

“Do you regret it?” she asked quietly.

“Regret what?”

“Choosing me. Choosing this life.”

He brushed his lips against her hair. “I don’t regret loving you. The rest… we’ll survive.”

She smiled faintly, though her eyes carried the weight of everything they’d lost. “Then let’s survive together.”

Outside, sirens wailed in the distance. Inside, they held each other, two outlaws bound not just by crime, but by love—dangerous, forbidden, and unbreakable.

And as the first light of dawn cut through the cracked window, Aarav knew he had crossed a line he could never return from. But with Leena’s hand in his, he also knew he would never walk it alone.

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