The moment Das sensed blood, he acted on instinct. His body moved before his mind could even register what was happening. He immediately stood up and sprinted forward, his muscles coiling like a predator ready to pounce.
"Boom" Das kicked the sword yielding man and sent him crashing down the road.
"Move aside, old man. You've lived long enough," Das pushed him aside, saving the old man from the edge of a sword.
But before the blade could change its target, Das was already in motion.
With lightning-fast reflexes, he grabbed a wood spear from ground and flung it at the attacker's arm. The knife clattered to the ground.
The crowd gasped in shock.
The scarred man cursed. "Who the hell are you?!"
Das didn't answer. He launched himself forward, twisting mid-air, and delivered a bone-crushing kick to the man's chest. The impact sent him flying back, crashing into the name board of restaurant.
"Finally, the hero is here to save the heroine." An aunty shouted loudly.
Immediately the crowd began clapping with big cries in excitement.
The fighting gang hesitated for only a moment before charging at Das. The leader of the fighters began giving instructions from back end while waiting for perfect moment to kill Das.
The first fighter swung a steel swinging blade at Das's head. Das ducked, his movements fluid like water, and countered with a devastating uppercut to the man's jaw. Blood sprayed as the thug collapsed.
Another attacker lunged with a weird shaped bat. Das sidestepped gracefully, caught the bat mid-swing, and yanked it from the thug's grip before slamming it into his ribs. A sickening crac echoed through the street.
The crowd were watching in awe as Das moved like a storm through the attackers. His flashy attacks really brought excitement to crowd.
A leader rushed from behind, attempting to catch Das off guard. But Das anticipated it. He spun around, jumping into sky by kicking another fighter and delivered a roundhouse kick straight to the attacker's temple. The man dropped instantly.
The fight was over. But all fake cinematic people already escaped.
For a moment, there was silence.
Then, an eruption of applause.
People began clapping, cheering loudly. Some even pulled out their phones, thinking it was a movie stunt. Das, still breathing hard, wiped his brow and turned to the old man.
The old man was the real one who got stunned by the show of Kent. The old man clearly know the opponent and the strength of enemy. But Das easily handled the gang.
The old man looked at Das with newfound respect.
"Young man," he said, brushing dust off his expensive suit. "You just saved my life and my granddaughter. That was… quite a show."
Das nodded but remained silent.
Just then, a weak sound came from inside the Lamborghini.
The old man rushed to the car, opening the door gently. Inside, a pale young woman in twenties lay wrapped in a thick blanket. She looked fragile, her eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. Her head was twisted to one side and barely murmuring something.
"I'm fine, my dear," the old man assured her. "Rest easy."
The crowd had begun dispersing, murmuring excitedly about what they had just witnessed.
That's when Das noticed the problem.
The Lamborghini was stuck on a newly raised speed bump. Several servants and staff of the restaurant were trying to figure out how to move the vehicle without causing any jerks.
The old man turned back to Das. "Is my driver awake? Only he can move this car."
Das stepped forward, assessing the situation. "I can handle it."
The old man hesitated, then nodded. "Be careful. My granddaughter is sick. Any sudden movement could worsen her condition."
Das slid into the driver's seat. Adjusting the mirrors, he placed his hands firmly on the wheel and took a deep breath. He revved the engine with perfect RPM, balancing the clutch and accelerator with precision.
Slowly, methodically, he angled the car in reverse, maneuvering it away from the speed bump. With a final calculated move, the Lamborghini glided back onto smooth pavement.
The car purred smoothly, free at last.
The old man exhaled a sigh of relief. "That was impressive."
"It was nothing," Das said, stepping out.
But Soya wasn't about to let the moment slip by. She rushed forward and said, "Sir, my brother-in-law is looking for work. He's skilled and hardworking. Would you consider giving him a chance?"
The old man stroked his chin, considering the request. Then, he reached into his pocket and handed Das a business card.
"Come to the Rajput family mansion tomorrow," he said. "We'll talk."
Das accepted the card with a nod. "Thank you."
As they drove home, Soya beamed. "See, brother-in-law? Sometimes all it takes is a little push!"
Das allowed himself a small smile. For the first time in weeks, he felt a sliver of hope.
As soon as they reached home, Soya burst into the living room, her excitement bubbling over.
"Ma!" she called out. "Guess what happened today?! You won't believe what brother-in-law did!"
Ruby, who was arranging clothes on the sofa, gave an unimpressed glance. "What now?"
Soya crossed her arms. "Das saved an old man from being attacked! Not just any old man—the head of the Rajput family! And he even helped him with his car."
Ruby scoffed, her lips curling in disdain. "So? That's what criminals like him do. Fighting and causing a scene."
Soya's excitement dimmed. "You're unbelievable, Ma. He saved someone! And the old man even offered him a job!"
At this, Ruby let out a harsh laugh. "A job? Rich people don't offer jobs to criminals. They offer a 'thank you' and move on. Don't get your hopes up."
Soya clenched her fists. "You never appreciate him! No matter what he does, you always act like he's some lowlife!"
Ruby's eyes narrowed. "Because he is a criminal. A decade in the criminal zone doesn't get erased just because he played hero for one night."
Before Soya could explode with anger, Das placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"Enough," he said calmly. "Let her think whatever she wants. When I get that job, she'll see for herself."
Soya looked at him, frustration evident in her eyes, but she bit her tongue. "Fine," she muttered.
As usual, Lilly went to bed early in their room, while Das lay down on the sofa in the hall.
Outside, the city hummed with life. But in the shadows, something had changed.
The Rajput family's power dynamics had shifted. The lady Das saved wasn't just a cripple lady—she was a key figure in power game.
And now, Das had unknowingly placed himself in the middle of it.
As Das stared at the ceiling of the hall, his mind wandered. The fights, the whispers, the job offer—was fate finally turning in his favor? Or was he simply walking into another-storm?