In a dark room, an old man was looking out of the window at the stars. With his hunched back and white hair, he seemed lost in deep thought. Suddenly, a man entered from behind.
Man: "The situation in Chandrapuri doesn't seem good. Many families are opposing the new king. If this continues, things will only worsen there."
The old man slowly turned his neck without any reaction. The man moved a little closer.
Man, calmly: "And some prominent royal families like the Gupta family are siding with the new king. Tensions between Mayur and Samudra Countries are rising rapidly."
The old man's eyes remained fixed on the shimmering stars. He took a deep breath.
Old man: "It seems the time is near… perhaps he is about to be born again. The prophecy of the great saint is about to come true."
The man, standing in front of him with worry evident on his face, paused for a moment.
Man, softly: "So... the saint is about to be born?"
The old man slowly turned toward him, his eyes filled with mysterious darkness. In a deep voice, he said, "Saint or demon... only time will tell."
Suddenly, the man standing behind shouted, "Stop! Why are you moving forward?"
The old man looked up at the sky and said, "Better to end one's own life than die at the hands of others."
The man behind him exclaimed, "What are you saying? We can't even think of doing such a thing."
The old man laughed and said, "If you can't think of it, why did you poison me?"
He continued, "You don't need a saint; you need a demon." Saying this, the old man leaped straight down.
The man behind him screamed, "No! No! No!" His eyes filled with tears, and he cried out loudly. His grief-stricken voice slowly turned into a dangerous laugh. His sorrowful face was replaced by a terrifying grin.
Suddenly, a man emerged from the darkness. "Wow! You change colors faster than a chameleon."
The laughing man suddenly shouted, "Who are you?"
A calm voice replied from the front, "Poison Master."
The man laughed, "What did you say? Position Master? So, will you kill me doggy style now? Get ready to die!" Saying this, he pulled out a knife and charged at the Poison Master.
Before he could get close, blood spurted from his mouth, and he collapsed on the spot, lifeless.
The Poison Master stepped on his corpse and said, "I don't like jokes at all."
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Date: 9th January 2025
Location: Mumbai
A man lay on a hospital bed.
"People say fire and water can never coexist, but what if fate brings them together?"
At that moment, a nurse named Shivani entered the room. Her brown hair fell over her eyes as she brushed it away with her hand, looking at Sagar with her hazel eyes.
Shivani, staring at the man: "So what will happen, Sagar Gupta?" Her tone carried a hint of sarcasm.
Hearing this, Sagar, lying on the bed, looked at her.
Sagar, with a smile: "I don't know. Water might turn into steam, or maybe it'll become hot water. Or perhaps the fire will be extinguished."
Shivani: "So what's the point? As expected, you're just rambling nonsense again. Sitting here, you keep talking to yourself about pointless things."
Sagar, looking at Shivani: "Well, I don't have much choice. But now, I have a beautiful girl standing before me to talk to."
Shivani paused, smirking: "You're on your last breaths, old man, yet you haven't abandoned your antics."
Sagar: "Your beauty makes every color pale,
What's my fault if my heart sings your praises?
How can I stay silent, seeing such a beautiful face?
It's impossible; even my heart smiles at your charm."
Shivani, frustrated: "Stop flirting with me, you pig, or the last two or three breaths you have left won't even be worth it. And where did you copy this poetry from?"
Sagar: "Wrote it with AI's help in just two minutes. Anyway, leave that. Did you do the task I asked for?"
At this moment, Sagar's expression turned serious.
Shivani: "Yes, that's all done. But why did you make that lousy friend of yours the nominee of all your property? He's in for a terrible time. He doesn't even realize he's stepping into quicksand.
You, a sly and noble man, how could you do something like this, especially with the friend who…?"
Sagar, laughing: "Don't worry. I've made all the arrangements."
Hearing this, Shivani: "What else have you done?" But Sagar remained silent, avoiding her gaze.
Sagar shouted, "Seriously, the service in this hospital is awful. I've been asking for my medicine for four days, but no one is willing to give it to me."
Shivani, threatening him: "This is a hospital, not a local bar where you can ask for weird booze. And next time you talk like this, I'll smack your face with this chair."
Sagar: "Alright, alright. I won't do it again. Forgive me, ma'am. But could you at least get me some opium or white powder…?" Shivani glared at the junkie lying in front of her.
A little while later, Shivani started to leave.
Sagar, showing both middle fingers behind her back, muttered, "Bi**h."
Suddenly, Shivani turned back and asked, "Did you say something?" She saw Sagar licking his fingers and said, "No, I didn't say anything. Not at all."
Shivani remarked, "Disgusting! You were scratching your ass with those fingers."
After she left,
Sagar thought to himself, "I wonder how my dear friend Ranvijay will react when he hears this news." He emphasized the words "my dear friend" with unusual intensity and anger. Then, he burst into a fit of loud, melodious laughter, "Ha-aa-aa-aa-aa…Ha-aa-aa-aa-aa!"
From outside, a nurse said, "Oh Grandma, you'll get well soon. Once your leg is fine, you'll not only walk but also run again." As they heard the sound of his laughter, both the nurse and the old lady turned to look at Sagar lying in the room.
Sagar noticed them too. Blowing a flying kiss, he said, "Looking great! Shall we meet from 9 to 12, my darling?"
The nurse, enraged, responded, "Shame on you! Don't you have a mother or sister at home?"
Ignoring her words, Sagar said, "Get lost, lizard! Who's even talking to you? What legs you have, wow! What a figure… I mean waist!"
The nurse was about to retort, but the old lady intervened, "That's enough. Now even I feel embarrassed."
Sagar added, "And who's this girl? Your elder sister? But she isn't as stunning as you. You are so fatty, I mean pretty."
The nurse, now realizing that Sagar wasn't teasing her but the old lady, felt deeply embarrassed. She quickly escorted the old lady out of the room.
As they were leaving, the nurse asked, "Who was that man?"
The old lady blushed and replied, "My boyfriend."
The nurse froze for a moment, first looking at the old lady, then at Sagar.
In a star hotel room called Maasi ka Kotha,
Ranvijay was drinking with his girlfriend and friends.
Raising his bottle of liquor, Ranvijay declared, "This drink is for that fool Sagar, who made me so rich today."
His girlfriend asked, "I don't understand why he did it."
Ranvijay laughed, "That idiot thought I was his best friend. Maybe that's why he's transferring all his property to me before he dies. Anyway, let's not spoil the mood talking about that lunatic. Cheers!"
Ranvijay kept emptying glass after glass until his phone rang. Answering it, he said, "Yes, lawyer sir, what's the matter?"
Before the lawyer could respond, the loud music drowned his words. Ranvijay yelled, "And yes, I'm throwing a big party tomorrow. Don't forget to come!" Moving to a quieter spot, he continued, "Tell me now."
The lawyer snapped, "You fool, you're drowning in debt. You're about to be completely ruined. Sagar is dead, and he's left all his debts on your head. You'll have nothing left!"
Shocked, Ranvijay exclaimed, "What! What nonsense are you talking about?"
The lawyer replied, "It's no nonsense. Sagar borrowed a huge amount from loan sharks for a new business. Now, you'll have to repay it."
Ranvijay, furious, shouted, "Hello? Hello! I refuse to believe this!" The lawyer, equally frustrated, retorted, "You should tell this to the people he borrowed from. And let me warn you, they are not good people. May God help you." With that, he hung up.
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Hearing this, Ranvijay's girlfriend, Mona, made a call, "I'm sorry, Vikram. I didn't understand your feelings. Can we meet tonight? Your place or mine?"
Ranvijay hurled abuses at her, "You witch!"
Mona replied calmly, "You have nothing left now, so I'm leaving."
Ranvijay screamed, "Get lost, you witch!" If she had stayed a moment longer, he might have killed her.
After everyone left, Ranvijay held his head and muttered, "Damn you, Sagar. I won't spare you. I'm coming for you." Just as he was about to leave the room, a burly man blocked his way.
The man said, "Where are you going, Ranvijay?" Seeing him, Ranvijay broke into a cold sweat.
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Meanwhile, in the hospital, Sagar plucked a petal from a flower and said, "Next up is Mr. Ranjit Khanna."
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Ranjit Khanna, Sagar's boss, was about to cut his wedding anniversary cake with his wife when the doorbell rang. He told his wife, "Baby, just two minutes. I'll see who it is."
At the door stood a boy dressed entirely in black, his face hidden by a cap. He held a large box and a bouquet. "Hello, Mr. Khanna. This is a gift for you from Mr. Arvind Singhania," he said.
Taking the gift, Ranjit wondered what was on the mind of the old man Arvind. He hadn't sent a single gift or even a flower in years, so why this sudden generosity?
Thinking this, he placed the box near the cake and read the message on the bouquet: "Happy Bankruptcy, Mr. Khanna."
The meaning of the message puzzled him until his wife opened the box. Furious, she stared at its contents. When Ranjit looked inside, he saw personal photos of himself and his secretary taken during intimate moments.
Now, the "Full HD" message written earlier made sense.
Ranjit tried to explain to his wife, but she wouldn't listen. She kicked him hard between the legs, making him collapse in pain.
Enraged, his wife yelled, "Get out of my house and prepare for divorce!"
As he tried to argue that it was his house, she shouted for their servant, Shyam. "Throw him out of here!"
Shyam, though hesitant, complied and threw Ranjit out. Ranjit yelled at Shyam, "Let me in!" But Shyam, apologetic, replied, "I'm sorry, sir. If I do that, I'll lose my job."
Furious, Ranjit kicked the gate and stared back at the bungalow. "I won't spare Arvind for this."
As he muttered, a voice behind him said, "You're welcome to try." Turning around, Ranjit was struck hard on the head and fell unconscious.
The assailant adjusted his crying joker mask and said, "Justice will now be served," before bursting into laughter.
Hearing a dog bark nearby, he muttered, "I'm leaving, old man. Stop barking! If someone hears, it'll be trouble."