Rajeev was not a man prone to violence. His usual demeanor was calm, collected, and thoughtful, but today was different. Everything seemed to revolve around Gowthami lately, his future wife, the woman who had become the center of his world. How could he stand by idly when someone insulted her, disrespected her with such foul words? No man, especially not Rajeev, would allow that.
After landing the hard punch squarely on the leader's face, Rajeev stood tall, unwavering. The leader cried out in pain, blood streaming from the bridge of his nose, staining his once cocky expression. His hands flew up to his face, trying to stem the bleeding, but his eyes were unfocused, his vision blurred from the force of the hit.
Seeing their leader wounded, his followers immediately rushed forward, their fists clenched, ready to brawl. "How dare you hit our leader!" one of them shouted, his voice thick with anger.
"Come on, kill him!" another yelled, spurring the others on.
But before they could get too close, Ram stepped forward, positioning himself between the attackers and Rajeev. His expression had darkened, but a mischievous grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. "want to engage in combat" Ram said, rolling up his sleeves as if preparing for a playful tussle rather than a full-on brawl. His tone was casual, almost too relaxed for the situation, but there was a glint in his eye that spoke of confidence.
Some of the gang members faltered at the sight of Ram. They had heard the rumors about him—the story of how he had shattered one of their comrade's arms during a previous encounter. A few even took hesitant steps back, not willing to meet the same fate.
The leader, still struggling to comprehend what had just happened, glared at Rajeev through his bloodied face. His voice shook with fury as he spat, "Do you even know who I am? How dare you strike me like that?"
Rajeev, completely unphased, looked back at him with cold intensity. "I don't care who you are," he said, his voice low and simmering with anger. "Be careful what you say before making any more remarks."
There was a deadly seriousness in Rajeev's words, one that silenced the leader momentarily. The air was thick with tension, the kind that precedes an eruption of violence.
For the first time, Gowthami saw Rajeev this agitated. Her heart raced as she watched him, but it wasn't just out of concern. She found herself captivated by his raw intensity, by the way his eyes blazed with protective fury. He was standing up for her, fighting for her, and in that moment, she couldn't help but admire him. There was something magnetic about the way he carried himself—steady, strong, and unyielding.
It was a side of Rajeev she had never seen before, and to her surprise, she liked it.
The mall manager hurried up to them and said, "Sir, please don't make any stupid comments over here. You individuals are disturbing the nearby residents; if you get into any fights, leave the mall. "
The mall manager quickly went to investigate after receiving word of the brawl from his personnel.
'I believe he is the person in charge', Abhi pondered to himself as he observed him and the ID card dangling around his neck.
Pointing toward the leader, Abhi replied, "Sir, it's him who is making all of this rubbish over here."
The leader is well-known to the mall management. He is the community's most well-known Don.
His face was bleeding profusely, and he seemed to be debating something.
The mall manager was a bit alarmed upon sighting the don.
The mall manager wondered who was so courageous to strike the don as she glanced at the three men standing beside Don. But the policy responded that he had to do his butt.
"I beg you, sir. Please leave the mall since you are disturbing the nearby residents. "
People in the vicinity stopped and watched Rajeev and company with great curiosity as they scanned the mall.
The mall manager didn't want to stir up conflict; instead, he wanted to bring them together. His employment is at stake if these folks fight at the mall.
"It might be a miscommunication, sir. Please be at rest. "
"I'm going to teach this guy a lesson," the don remarked, glancing at the manager. Don pointed a finger at Rajeev and stated that.
The mall manager, upon seeing Rajeev, said to himself, 'This is the guy who hit this don.'
Don struck Rajeev because he was so furious at him. People in the vicinity observed Rajeev beat him, and he lost his face. He no longer exhibits the terror that many around him do.His expression makes it quite evident that he intended to murder Rajeev.
The store manager pitied Rajeev after glancing at him. "He's the local don in this town, mister. Please apologize to him or he will murder you."
"Why ought I to?", Rajeev furiously shouted, "He goes to apologize to my wife at this point. If not, I am going to call the police right now."
With a fierce expression, the don replied to Rajeev, "I assume you are newbie to this area and are unfamiliar with who iam. Now go out of here, or else I'll murder you instantaneously. Leave this girl alone."
"Call the police; I'm going to give him a lesson right now", Rajeev replied, glancing at abhi.
Don exclaimed, "What police?" with a giggle. " Ha ha ha. Do you realize how powerful I am? They fails to get remotely close to me."
With a smirk, Abhi turned to face the don and remarked, "Let's see who's stronger."
After checking Don, Abhi took a call.
The management of the mall was concerned about what may occur next.
Ram stated while extending his limbs. "It's too drab, buddy. He claimed that he intended to impart a lesson, so why don't I approach him first?"
Concerned about his career, the mall manager pleaded, "Sir, kindly refrain from brawl; it's tied to my job."
"Do not fret, we'll pay for the destruction," Rajeev added, glancing at the mall manager.
"What if we both enroll in his class", he said, glancing at Ram.
Ram enthusiastically gave a thumbs up.
After giving Gowthami a quick glance, Rajeev said, "Since you displayed yours in the morning, would you want to view mine as well?"
"Sure", she said with eagerness.
"Alright, wife, just enjoy yourself". Rajeev glanced to stare at the Gang, who were close to twenty.He pulled up his shirt sleeves and delivered the leader another powerful kick.
The leader let forth a pained cry. "Kill him, you idiot morons. What are you seeking at? ",He yelled at his companions who are just taking in the performance.
Rajeev began violently kicking the leader in the face one by one.
When the leader's supporters realized that their leader was hurting, they got into the battle.
Together, Rajeev and Ram began striking a criminal group members.
Abhi just joined the females to observe the entertainment; he refrained from joining the fight. Abhi believed there was no need for his assistance in the fight since he was aware of Rajeev's and Ram's fighting prowess and was certain that Rajeev would prevail.
In a matter of minutes, the leader and the other members of gangs are all thrashing about on the ground in agony. Rajeev's powerful kicks caused the leader's face to be covered in blood.
The atmosphere in the mall shifted drastically. What had begun as a tense confrontation quickly turned into a moment of triumph. As the notorious don, now bloodied and defeated, stumbled back, the mall erupted in applause. The onlookers, who had previously kept their distance in fear, now cheered for Rajeev and Ram. They had done what many wished but had never dared—struck down a man who had terrorized the community for far too long.
The mall manager, a man in his late forties with graying hair and a kind face, rushed toward them. His eyes gleamed with admiration. "That was incredible! You've done this place a great service," he exclaimed, shaking both Rajeev and Ram's hands firmly. "That scoundrel has been a menace here for years. To see someone finally put him in his place—it's something we've all been waiting for."
Ram gave a modest grin, rubbing the back of his head as if embarrassed by the praise, while Rajeev, still simmering from the earlier encounter, simply nodded.
The joy in the crowd was palpable. Shoppers clapped and whistled, many of them filming the incident on their phones. It was as though a weight had been lifted off their shoulders, and they felt empowered watching the man who had caused so much fear be brought down.
Then, suddenly, the doors to the mall burst open. A group of police officers stormed in, their badges gleaming under the mall lights. They moved swiftly, apprehending the don and his group of goons with practiced precision. The don, still trying to process the events, struggled against the officers, his face twisted in rage.
"Do you know who I am?" the don barked, his voice hoarse with desperation. "Let me go! You have no idea what you're doing!"
One of the officers, a tall man with a calm demeanor, stepped forward, looking the don dead in the eyes. "Oh, we know exactly who you are," he replied quietly. "But you, sir, messed with the wrong people this time. We got a call from the DGP. You're not walking out of this one." His tone was matter-of-fact, almost pitying.
The don's face turned pale. The weight of the officer's words hit him like a punch to the gut. The DGP—the Director General of Police—had personally called to ensure his arrest? His arrogance evaporated in an instant. He began to thrash harder, desperation clear in his every movement. "No! You can't do this! I have connections! I—"
"Those connections won't save you now," the officer interrupted as the other policemen hauled the don and his men toward the exit.
The don's bravado was gone, replaced by a stunned, almost childlike expression of disbelief. His voice grew weaker as he was dragged away, protesting less and less, until he finally fell silent.
The crowd watched the scene unfold, still in disbelief but slowly realizing what had just happened. The man who had terrorized so many was gone, finally facing justice.
As the police escorted the criminals out, the mall manager turned back to Rajeev and Ram. "You two didn't just stand up to a bully today—you helped put an end to his reign of terror." His voice was full of gratitude.
Abhi, standing quietly off to the side, couldn't help but smile.