A/N : Before starting with the chapter, I guess some clarifications need to be done.

Well, the reason why ACP Pradyuman and Abhijeet were shocked to see the girls fighting and kicking, is because they had never, in the wildest of their dreams, imagined the GIRLS to fight single-handedly, and that too, with their bare hands, without the use of guns or weapons. Though they have been trained, they had never thought that the girls would battle in such a way – in their own unique, badass way. And to be honest, the CID team has never really put the girls' talent to use before. Hence, when they actually showed what they are capable of, their seniors were in awe.

Also, the reason why I made Tarika the leader of the girls' gang, is because she is far more experienced of the lot, and the MAJOR point was to show that she - who is assumed to be the silent, torture-enduring, eternally blushing forensic doctor who is incapable of putting her foot forward in her defence – CAN, in every way, face every hurdle coming in her way, plan revenge systematically and turn a situation in her favour! For any further doubts, please read the coming chapters.

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"Just imagine how smoothly we can continue our racketing and smuggling work once the CID is done with!" In a dimly lit foul-smelling area of the dilapidated building, two men were sitting on a stone parapet, chatting merrily, an evil smile dancing on their lips. Their eyes showed no emotions or mercy for the two middle-aged unconscious men with their hands tied up above their head. The men had blood dripping down their foreheads right up to their necks, and multiple scars of injury covered their faces.

"It's just a matter of some more hours, when the entire team will be bumped off by us!" One of the kidnappers, who had been watching over the unconscious men, sang in a dark callous tone. He sniggered devilishly, and his accomplice joined in.

At nearly ten feet away from them, a girl was scrutinizing every single move and surrounding within the area, ready to pounce on the opportunity she was waiting for. Her curls fell forward on her shoulders as she bent up to get a clear picture of her colleagues and started calculating the exact moment for making a move.

'How do I save Rajat and Freddy Sir from these numpties?' Tarika pondered over, stepping her leg carefully to avoid making any noise.

As soon as she saw the kidnappers' heads turn in the opposite direction, she seized the opportunity, and maintaining a pin-drop silence, barged inside. Luck, however, refused to help her, for she accidentally hit a steel water jug, and it made a tinkling sound as it rolled down to the floor, immediately catching the kidnappers' attention towards her.

Shuddering a bit, the forensic expert gulped, cursing her luck from within. "Ohh! Look who's here for our company. The forensic expert Dr. Tarika! Well, come here, baby! Allow us to welcome you very warmly." One of the goons smirked mischievously, eyeing her dirtily from head to toe. His accomplice bit his lip, giving the forensic doctor a perverted look.

However, determined that she was, it took no time for Tarika to steady herself, and within seconds she grabbed all the courage she had, and faced them with a deep conviction. 'I have to save my friends! I cannot just give in to the evil hands of these monsters. Besides, I am fully capable of defending myself!' She thought to herself, a strong wave of confidence floating within her.

She gathered herself, ready to attack as one of the goons approached her, a mysterious grin playing on his lips. He extended his hand forward to grab her, but she was too quick for him. Before he could blink, she caught his extended hand, and within a fraction of a second, twisted it so forcefully, that the sound of his bones breaking could actually be heard. "Ow!" A painful gasp escaped the goon's mouth, and moved the other hand to take her down.

Tarika, had, by now, accumulated all the strength she needed, and in a swift motion, caught the goon's free hand, squeezing it as tight as she could. Gathering all her energy, she forced a sharp kick right between his legs, barely giving him the chance to move. His eyes widened in shock as he was knocked to the ground.

The other kidnapper, who was still digesting the scene in front of him, was shocked to death. His eyes couldn't believe a girl – who was assumed to be the shy, reserved, nonviolent skinny forensic expert who preferred to be confined within the four walls of the forensic laboratory – could perform such swift and gutsy stunts. Coming to his senses, he made a quick move, grabbing Tarika from behind, as she was ensuring the other kidnapper's unconscious state.

"Uhh!" She frowned uncomfortably, as his arms covered her. "Now try to save your fellow officers, baby!" He scoffed, tightening his grip on her. Taking a deep breath, Tarika slowly removed the cutter kept in her pocket, and before the goon could fathom, his arm received a deep cut, blood flowing out of it in an instant.

Screaming in agony, he loosened the grip on her, and she wasted no time in disengaging herself, holding the cutter up to display it to its advantage. "You bitch! How dare you do that?" He roared angrily, holding on to his arm to stop the blood from oozing out.

Tarika scoffed malevolently, placing one hand on her hip, while the other still held the cutter. "Take one step forward, you asshole! I'll then show you what a crazy psychotic bitch I am!" She smirked, raising her eyebrows, her eyes narrowing dangerously. She stood still at her place, as the rogue took a step towards her.

Taking one look at the cutter, she chuckled. "I don't need this for idiots like you!" She hissed, placing the cutter back in her pocket. He was hardly standing close to her, when she marched forward, and tightening her knuckles, pushed a hard punch right below his chin, and he winced, sharp nerve-wrecking pain running up to his head.

"Don't underestimate me, you roadside torn-pants!" She snarled, giving him another punch in the stomach, and he crumbled to the floor, hitting his accomplice's head, as he fell beside him.

Once they had passed out, Tarika hurried over to her friends, only to find them completely unconscious. "Rajat! Freddy Sir!" She called worriedly, patting their cheeks, all in vain. The impact of being hit by a blast had taken a severe toll on them. Scanning around, her eyes fell on a steel glass kept on a broken wooden table in a corner, and she ran over to it.

The glass was half filled with semi-filtered water. Taking it carefully in her hands to avoid spilling its contents, she scurried over to them, and sprinkled a few drops on their faces.

After repeating the process for three to four times, Rajat finally moved, fluttering his lashes. Tarika heaved a deep sigh of relief, as tears of joy formed in her eyes. "Rajat!" She exclaimed through her tears, he voice cracking, as she took his face in her hands. "Ta-Tar-rikaa!" He mumbled in pain, as his sister pulled out the cutter and started untying his ropes. "Ssh! Don't speak now. We have to get out of here." She said in a hushed voice.

She untied Rajat, holding on to his arm, and made him sit on the wooden table. "Uh-uh!" She had ensured her brother was alright, when she heard a soft noise. "Uh-uh!" Freddy let out a painful cry, swinging his head, as he tried moving.

"Freddy Sir! Don't move. Let me help you!" Tarika ran over to him, untying him as he struggled to stand on his feet. Dragging Freddy appeared a bit too difficult for Tarika, considering his weight. She somehow managed to take him over, and let him sit down on the floor carefully.

Helping them with whatever quantity of water was left in the jug, Tarika waited patiently till Rajat and Freddy were stable and assured her that they could now walk. She held them by their arm to each of her sides, and the three of them walked out.

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Her long silky ponytail swung like a pendulum, as she slowly ran towards the parking lot, carefully scanning every inch of the surroundings, for signals of possible threat. Bending down slightly against a railing to avoid being seen, Purvi stretched her neck looking around in every direction she could turn. There was no one around.

'The coast appears clear!' She thought to herself, straightening up to enter inside. Little did she know that, somewhere not very far off, someone had been silently monitoring every move of hers. As she put a step forward to climb the stairs, she was suddenly dragged back in a sweeping motion, as though her head had been pulled back by an invisible force. "Aah!" A shocked gasp escaped her lips, as she clutched her ponytail to free it from the source.

"Do you think we can let you rescue your team so easily?" A man with a filthy unshaven look growled roughly, and Purvi squirmed uncomfortably, making a helpless sound. The man had her ponytail clutched tightly, making it almost impossible to turn back.

"Leave me, you loathsome blood-sucking little mosquito!" She screamed, now attempting to pull her hairs with both her hands. The man merely gave a deep malevolent chuckle. "Try! Try as much as you want!" He laughed.

After a few moments of struggle, the inspector heaved a deep sigh, and gritting her teeth, pulled her leg up, ready to start a fight. As she had motioned her leg, just about to kick it back, she heard a loud furious scream coming from the back, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..!" and before the kidnapper could react, there was a loud banging sound echoing in the environment, followed by a soft thud on the ground.

Purvi instantly looked behind, once she felt the grip on her ponytail loosen up. Seeing the goon wriggling on the ground, wincing in pain, she looked up, her eyes widening to twice their normal size, and her jaw settled nicely on the ground.

A lady in her late thirties, wearing a floral salwaar-kameez was standing in front of her, breathing heavily, giving an infuriated look down to the kidnapper. What amazed Purvi the most was the fact that the lady was carrying a medium-sized thick frying pan in her hands, which was held up sideways in the lady's hand. "Bhabhi?!" Purvi spoke, her voice dazed, her eyes still widened in horror.

The lady, who by now had simmered down, held the pan down and smiled affectionately at the inspector. "It's not only your team, Purvi! It's my team as well. And when my family – not just my dear husband – is in danger, it's my duty to come to their rescue!" Manisha smiled, giving an assuring yet confident nod.

Purvi, who had now come out of the trance, grinned incredulously at her. "You're amazing, Bhabhi! And not to mention, that.. was simply brilliant!" She shook her head, pointing down to the semi-conscious goon, and Manisha giggled in spite of herself. "By the way, what is this frying pan doing with you?" Purvi asked, narrowing her eyes at the supposed 'weapon'. "Ohh this! Uhh, I thought you girls have your own guns or other weapons. So, I figured this would be of use to me." She explained, giving a sheepish grin, and Purvi laughed in amusement.

"Let's go inside! I don't think we have much time before we find everyone!" Manisha gestured, leading the inspector towards the parking lot entrance, who readily followed.

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In an area near the parking lot, a man was struggling to untie the ropes of the chair to which he was tied. Biting his lips, he pulled with all the force he had, but in vain. The ropes were too tight for him. Considering his already impressive height, he was unable to bend enough for his mouth to reach towards the ropes, so that he could bite them open.

Giving a slight sarcastic laugh, he wondered if he had ever been so helpless in life before. Senior Inspector Daya – who was known to toss away every obstacle in his way more easily than a tiny rock, who had been famous for playing the piano with a criminal's teeth – was rendered helpless by the mere knots of a rope. Frowning in frustration, he let out a small grunt, looking around for ways of rescue.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on a metal object at a distance, which appeared to be shining by the rays of sunlight coming in through a small opening in the otherwise dark walls of the enclosed area. After focusing on it for a few seconds, Daya finally realized it was a tiny pen-knife. 'Thank God! Some of these rogues must have forgotten it behind.' He heaved a sigh of relief, and wasting no time, tried moving the chair towards the sharp object.

He had merely moved the chair twice, when he heard some movement from outside the enclosed area, and he swiftly straightened himself, making absolutely no motion. As the person approached, Daya couldn't figure out initially, since it was too dark. It was only after he heard the voice, when a wave of relief swept through him. "Daya Sir?" A feminine voice called out in a whisper.

"Purvi! In here!" Daya answered back, making her easy to turn in the direction of his voice. "Are you alright, Sir?" She enquired, once she had reached towards his chair, beginning to untie the ropes. "I am fine, Purvi! Don't waste time in this, the ropes are refusing to budge. There's a knife there, to your right. That might help!" He supplied in haste, and Purvi hurried as instructed, shuffling her foot to feel the knife. 'Phew!' A victorious sigh escaped her lips, as she finally stumbled upon it.

Switching on the battery light of her mobile phone, Purvi took no time in cutting the ropes, and Daya profusely thanked her. "It's time to play some nice games with these rats!" Daya muttered, getting to his feet. Being the muscular reliable door-breaker that he was, Daya was back to being fit as a fiddle in no time.

Carefully and shrewdly taking down the two goons who were watching the exit, Daya and Purvi safely emerged out.

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Fiddling with his gun, a man with a rugged look was sitting down on the floor, watching over a guy, waiting for him to come out of unconsciousness. He sat with her legs folded, letting out a bored expression, when he saw the guy slowly trying to move his head, struggling to come back to his senses. 'I think he's waking up!' The man perked up, and getting on his feet, walked over to him.

Holding the gun by the guy's neck, he pulled his face up, an evil grin forming on the corner of his lips. "Hey you, Inspector Vivek! Enough of your beauty-sleep! Time to show some of your martial arts!" He hissed, giving a shallow laugh, and the hazel-eyed inspector made a disgruntled sound, eyeing the goon dangerously. "Just you wait, you bloody scumbag! We'll show you what a huge mistake you have made by kidnapping all of us!" He snapped back, taking heavy breaths.

The kidnapper barely had the chance of letting out a mock-sarcastic laugh, when his mouth was suddenly gagged by what seemed like a red cloth. Vivek watched in disbelief, as the goon struggled to free himself, giving muffled moans. "Bhabhi!", was all Vivek managed to utter, as he watched the scene in sheer astonishment.

"You piece of freaking unwanted junk, kidnapping my team, huh?" Manisha barked in the rogue's ears, holding her dupatta tightly over his face, and he writhed in pain, his eyes now becoming red. After analyzing the goon's stiff movement, Manisha finally loosened the grip, and he collapsed on the floor with a thud.

"Bhabhi! Wha-" Vivek started, but Manisha quickly interrupted, once his ropes were done with. "Ssh! Explanations can wait! Let's just get out of here first!" She said, carefully helping him out, as he hobbled in pain.

As they were making their way out, none of them knew that all the ways towards exit had already been blocked, a new danger awaiting them, much more fatal and menacing than what they had faced.

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A/N : Well, how was Manisha's surprise? ;-) Hope everything was acceptable and sensible, especially Tarika's part.

Stay tuned for the last chapter, which, I will try my best, to make a roller-coaster ride for you guys. :-D Picture abhi baaki hai, doston! This was just the rescue operation; the MAJOR part is yet to come, which will see the girls actually put in their defence skills to use, including another sweet surprise. :-)