Immediately, Rohit rose from his seat. "Hey! Stop it. Are you accusing me, right? Do you have the right? Don't play around with hot soup. Okay?"
John felt a surge of adrenaline. "Accusing you? I'm merely pointing out the obvious. Look around, Rohit! This entire setup in all you life, this wedding you are pushing... It's a farce!"
Rohit's face turned red with anger. "A farce? You dare call our traditions and arrangements a farce? You, who has done nothing but cause trouble since you arrived?"
John clenched his fists, struggling to maintain his composure. "Trouble? If standing up for what I believe in is causing trouble, then so be it. I have dreams, ambitions, things I want to achieve. I can't just abandon them because of an outdated agreement."
The tension in the room was palpable. Guests started whispering among themselves, casting anxious glances at the escalating confrontation. Tyron, sensing the brewing chaos, stepped between the two men, trying to diffuse the situation.
"Please, gentlemen," Tyron said, raising his hands in a placating gesture. "Let's not escalate this further. We're all here for a peaceful resolution."
Rohit sneered, "Peaceful resolution? This boy is disrespecting everything we stand for!"
John shot back, "Respect is earned, Rohit, not demanded. And what respect is there in forcing two people into a marriage against their will and because he wants to hide from it and pretend. Fu**ck."
Rohit's eyes flashed with fury. "You ungrateful...."
Tyron intervened, his voice firm. "Enough, both of you! We need to calm down."
As Tyron tried to cool the tempers, other guests began to leave quietly, slipping out of the mansion one by one, trying to avoid the brewing storm. Cars started to pull out of the driveway, their headlights slicing through the evening gloom.
In the midst of this, Rohit, unable to contain his anger any longer, reached into his jacket and pulled out silencer pistol. The sleek, black weapon gleamed menacingly in the dim light.
"I'll send you to hell, my friend!" Rohit declared, pointing the gun at John.
John, surprisingly calm, stood his ground. "Shoot me! Go on."
Tyron, recognizing the gravity of the situation, bent down in a plea. "Rohit, don't do this. It's not worth it."
But John, with a steely resolve, urged Tyron to stand up. "No, Tyron. Stand up. Let him do what he thinks is right."
Rohit's hand trembled on the trigger. "You think I won't do it? You think I won't pull this trigger?"
John stepped closer, his voice unwavering. "If you believe in justice, then go ahead. But know this: mercy and justice must prevail. The truth always comes out."
At that moment, Damaris, Rohit's daughter, burst into the room, her eyes wide with horror. "Father, no! Don't do it, wait!"
Rohit, hearing about the evidence, momentarily hesitated. In his rage and confusion, he accidentally fired the pistol. A double shot rang out.
A loud scream echoed from outside. Rohit's wife, who had been on the balcony, came running from down the stairs. "What is happening?"
Entering the room, she saw Damaris on the floor, blood spreading from her chest, near her shoulders. John was already by her side, trying to stem the bleeding.
Rohit's wife, her face pale with shock, screamed, "Damaris!"
Her siblings, Dolphin and another younger brother, rushed in. "What's up, Mom?" Dolphin cried out, panic in her voice.
John, his hands covered in blood, desperately tried to keep Damaris conscious. "Call an ambulance! Now!"
Tyron, quickly dialing emergency services, barked into the phone, "We need an ambulance immediately! Gunshot wound, severe bleeding!"
As Rashid and Robbin entered the room, they saw John by Damaris's side and, in their confusion and anger, attacked him.
"You did this!" Rashid shouted, swinging a punch at John.
John blocked the punch and pushed Rashid back. "I didn't shoot her! Your father did!"
Robbin, not listening, charged at John. The room erupted into chaos. John fought back, his fists clenched, using every ounce of his strength to fend off the brothers.
The struggle was intense. Rashid swung wildly, but John dodged and countered with precise hits. Robbin tried to tackle John, but John sidestepped and sent him crashing into a table.
Tyron, seeing the situation spiraling out of control, jumped in to break up the fight. "Stop it! All of you!"
The sound of sirens filled the air as the ambulance arrived. Paramedics rushed in, dressed in blue and white uniforms, their faces stern with concentration. The red and blue lights of the ambulance cast an eerie glow on the scene.
One of the paramedics, a woman with a calm demeanor, knelt beside Damaris. "We need to move her now. She's losing a lot of blood."
Another paramedic, a man, nodded to his colleague. "No time to waste. Let's get her on the stretcher."
As they lifted Damaris, she moaned in pain. John held her hand, trying to comfort her. "You're going to be okay. Hang in there."
The paramedic, checking the wound, grimaced. "We need to get her to the hospital immediately. She's in critical condition."
The ambulance doors slammed shut, and with sirens blaring, it sped off into the night. Rohit and Tyron stood there, exchanging a look of disbelief and guilt. Meanwhile, John, sensing the gravity of the situation and the chaos he had unwittingly become a part of, slipped away quietly to his motorcycle to avoid confrontations.
As he rode off, the events played over and over in his mind. The confrontation, the gunshot, Damaris bleeding... It was all too much. He knew things would never be the same again.
Back at the house, Rohit's wife sobbed uncontrollably, Dolphin trying to console her while the guests who had stayed behind whispered among themselves, shocked and disoriented by the turn of events.
In the midst of it all, Tyron took a deep breath, realizing that this was only the most high who saved John from the Gunshot. He looked at Rohit, who was still holding the now-empty pistol, his face a mask of regret and anger.
"We need to fix this," Tyron said, his voice resolute. "Before it destroys us all."
Rohit absolutely confused, his eyes filled with a mix of rage and despair. "But how? How do we make this right?"
Tyron looked towards the horizon where the ambulance had disappeared, the distant sound of sirens still echoing. "We start by finding John. He's the key to all this. And we need to ensure Damaris survives. Without her, there's no redemption for any of us."
The two men stood in silence, the weight of their actions and the uncertainty of the what had happened pressing heavily. Tyron moved close to Rohit his lips twitching as if calculating volumes of words.
" No escape l, I mean you can't pull out of the yoke. You must be aware by no Mr. Rohit Fransisco that you have arrested yourself. This is a police case! Taking the law in your own hands." Tyron contemplation broke again the moment of silence.
" Don't talk anything... Shut up!" Rohit seething with anger turned to Tyron. Just as Rohit he approached Tyron with an angry commanding voice, an interruption from the gate emerged.
The gateman, a middle aged man opened the gate. " What?" Tyron turned to Rohit who possed a smile. I will manage, infact they like my big salaries.The police vehicle entered. Three police men dressed in blues got out of the vehicle and approached Mr. Rohit and Tyron.