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Favoured Frenzy
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In a rain-drenched alley, under the flicker of a dying street lamp, Dhruv stands with his gun trained on Rudra, the barrel steady, glinting with cold intent. Rudra, his face a mask of defiance, grips the tea stall owner’s throat in a vise-like hold, knuckles white with fury. Yet the tea stall ownerlaughs—a low, chilling sound that cuts through the storm. “I told you,” He sneers, “our people are everywhere.”Dhruv’s lips curl into a grim smile, his eyes locked on Rudra. “Time to take your investigation upstairs—to God,” he says, voice dripping with menace. He pulls the trigger. The gunshot cracks like thunder, and the bullet finds its mark. Rudra staggers, his grip on the tea stall ownerloosening as he collapses to the wet pavement, blood pooling beneath him.The tea stall owner, now free, steps back, unfazed, his grin widening. He turns to Dhruv. “Finish him,” he urges, his voice a venomous hiss. “Put a bullet in his head.”Dhruv’s gaze hardens, his smile fading into something darker. “Youknow how we deliver death,” he says, each word deliberates, heavy with promise. “A death as cruel as he deserves.”The tea stall owner’s laughter joins Dhruv’s, a twisted harmony in the night. Then, from the shadows, Dhruv’s men emerge—silent, purposeful.They haul Rudra’s limp form from the ground, dragging him toward a waiting car. The engine growls to life, and the vehicle vanishes into the storm, leaving only the echo of laughter and the scent of blood in the air.
Officer Dhruv and the tea stall owner are driving together in a car when the tea stall owner says to Dhruv, "I thought you were an honest man. I heard so much about you in the news, but it turns out you're just like us—dishonest, a worshiper of the devil." Dhruv replies, "In today’s world, how much can I earn from a government job? I chose the wrong path for this," and he bursts into laughter.An hour later, as they sit together in the car, the radio crackles to life with a news report: "In Mumbai, near Navdeep Chowk, an unidentified body wasfound in front of Inspector Dhruv’s police station." The reporter adds, "The face of the body is badly burned, and just like the other bodies found over the past two days, a knife marked with a 'K' and the symbol of 'Baphomet' was found near the corpse." Hearing this, the tea stall owner starts laughing, looks at Dhruv, and says, "The job’s finally done." Both of them burst into laughter.
The scene shifts to another setting. We see a room on one of the highest floors of a building. The room exudes opulence, with grand chairs and a breathtaking view of the sky and the city skyline stretching out before it. At a table, we notice two hands resting, belonging to a man seated in a chair. The news is playing on a screen in front of him. Suddenly, he brings both hands to his face, slowly parts them, and lets out a laugh, a creepy smile spreading across his face. As he lifts his hands from his face, the sleeve of his black coat slips down slightly, revealing small and large bite marks on his arm, as if someone—or something—had bitten him. On his hand, there’s a tattoo of Baphomet.In a low, heavy voice tinged with amusement, he says, “The one who created this game, our dear Minister, wants to play along with it.” Standing before him are four bodyguards, their faces concealed by masks, each holding a modern, loaded firearm. Then we notice another man seated across from him—the same man we saw earlier, talking at Durjan Singh’s farmhouse in a private meeting. There’s a strange smile on his face too.This man says to thecoat-wearing leader-like figure, “If you say so, I can have this Minister taken out and dumped in front of Dhruv’s office.” The coat-wearing leader replies, “The game’s just getting interesting, and you want to kill the player? The game won’t end with theplayers. It’ll only be over when the entire stage where this game is being played is destroyed.” As he speaks, we see the smile on the face of the man sitting across from him fade, replaced by a sheen of sweat.
At present, Dhruv and the tea stall owner are together, arriving outside Minister Durjan Singh’s house. The guards question them before opening the gate, and their car drives inside. We then see Dhruv, Durjan Singh, and the tea stall owner in a room that appears highly private, with no one else around. A maid enters, bringing water for Durjan Singh. There’s a hint of fear on her face as she glances at the tea stall owner. She places the water down and quickly leaves.Durjan Singh says, “Come, come, Dhruv.” Dhruv responds, “Minister, now tell me, whatare your plans moving forward? I’ve managed to get this tea stall owner here, away from that Rudra agent.” The tea stall owner chimes in, “Greetings, Minister. It’s been a while since we last met. The last time I saw you, I had supplied you with some goods (girls). How were they? Should I keep the quality the same?” He says this and starts laughing. In his mind, Dhruv feels disturbed hearing this.The Minister, with a probing tone, says, “Good, were they? Are you sending me cheap stuff while giving the boss the fresh ones? That’s not right, is it?” Despite their words, all three men have smiles on their faces, masking their true intentions. The tea stall owner replies, “Minister, the last batch I brought you was a couple of years ago. What you’re getting now isn’t from my zone—someone else is handling the supply.The Minister says to the tea stall owner, “Listen, we need to talk business now. There’s too much trouble—too many deaths in the news, and agents are after us. The public’s anger is growing. If thiscontinues, we’ll all get caught and end up in jail.” The tea stall owner replies, “Minister, it’s a good thing Dhruv sir is with us, even though he’s an officer. I thought he’d kill me for sure.” The Minister responds, “Seeing all this, I want you to inform Dhruv about everything you do from now on, got it?” The tea stall owner says, “Minister, I get my orders from above. No one told me to inform Dhruv sir about anything.” The Minister snaps, “Listen, you fool! We can’t bother the boss with every little problem. Do what I say!” The tea stall owner nods, “Alright, sir.”The Minister continues, “Now listen, Rudra’s been killed today—that two-bit agent. So you and Dhruv stick together, carry out the plans according to Dhruv’s lead. If anyone tries to turn you against Dhruv, don’t listen, because if you do, both you and Dhruv will end up in deep trouble.” With that, Dhruv and the tea stall owner leave the room. The Minister, now alone, takes off his vintage glasses and bites one of the temples, lost in thought.
We then see the maid, standing far away, who had overheard everything. She looks troubled. She hurries to the Minister’s room, attempting to make a call. But then we see the Minister standing behind her. He snarls, “What’s this? Living off my scraps, staying under my roof, and now betraying me?” Holding his glasses in one hand, he swings them, striking her face with a punch. The glasses cut into her face, and blood begins to flow. The Minister continues, “You thought you knew the boss you’re working for, but you don’t.” He grabs her throat, squeezing tightly, and slams her head against the wall. She collapses, unconscious, and dies.We see the Minister standing over the maid’s body, stabbing her repeatedly in the stomach with the same knife marked with the dotted Baphomet symbol, even though she’s already dead. He then calls his men and orders them, “Take this body far away and dump it at some crossroad.
”A short while later, we see a crowd of reporters gathered outside the Minister’s gate, drenched in the rain. A guard calls the Minister on the phone, urging him to come outside. To everyone’s shock, the maid’s body has been dumped right in front of the Minister’s house. Reporters swarm forward,
bombarding the Minister with questions. He tries to silence them and calls Dhruv to come immediately. The crowd is restless; everyone knows the body belongs to the Minister’s maid.
Dhruv arrives soon after, but the tea stall owner is not with him. Dhruv shouts, “Everyone, step aside!” His team begins pushing the crowd back. Instead of the Minister, Dhruv approaches the reporters and says, “The Minister had reported his maid missing earlier.” He says this to ensure no one suspects the Minister of the crime.Just then, the Minister’s phone rings. He answers, and we realizeit’s the same leader on the other end. The leader says, “Your dirty deeds don’t even deserve to be dumped at the crossroad. You don’t have the courage for this.” The voice laughs and continues, “Keep your petty, bloody antics confined to your bungalow.” The Minister is stunned. Dhruv grabs the phone, shouting, “Hello, hello!” but the call cuts off.The media and public are now in an uproar. On TV, people are chanting slogans and staging protests against the Minister. The news is everywhere: the law has failed to stop these crimes. Anger against the Minister spreads like wildfire, with some people claiming he’s behind it all.
The scene pauses, and we flash back to just after Officer Raja’s murder. The Minister had called Dhruv, summoning him to his house. He says, “You need to help me with this case. Come to my house alone, without any security—just you.”We then see, in the past, Dhruv and the Minister sitting together. The Minister explains everything to Dhruv: “There’s one person behind all this, hiding somewhere, orchestrating these murders. I’ll tell you everything, but you’ll work for me. If you go against me, it won’t take me long to have you killed.” In his mind, Dhruv thinks, “This group is massive. I can’t fight the Minister and all of them alone. I need to play this smart.” Out loud, he nods and says, “Minister, I’ll work for you, but not for free.” The Minister laughs, “These cops sell out so quickly,” and both of them chuckle.The Minister continues, “The one ordering these murders wants fear to spread everywhere. He’s reached a point now, connected to such powerful networks, that neither I nor anyone else knows much about him. He’s an extremely powerful figure. His name is ‘Kalyug.’”
The Minister says, “Listen, Dhruv, many years ago, he worked under me. He was young then, just a boy of about 20-22 years old. I don’t know much about his past, but I do know he was in and out of jail constantly. Because of that, he built strong connections with both prisoners and the police. He was a staff member, an owner of sorts, at an NGO called ‘Nayi Umeed Bal Ashram.’ Back then, he used to arrange girls for big parties and business icons—it was common practice. There were many such NGOs involved in this. That’s when I first came into contact with Kalyug, who was known as Aadi back then. We had him supply girls several times in the past.We knew he was a pimp, dealing in girls. He also knew that other NGOs were involved in trafficking girls to various places. He wanted to take over the entire operation, ensuringthat only the girls he brought in were sold and that everything happened on his terms. To achieve this, he started weaving intricate conspiracies behind the scenes. He planted his own men in other NGOs, and when those NGOs would capture or bring girls into their organizations, his men would either steal them or somehow bring them to his NGO.”The Minister continues, “That’s how he built his empire.
Whenever I needed something, he always delivered before time, completing my tasks perfectly. His mind was so sharp that he could supply girls under any circumstances. But it seems the other NGOs started realizing he was stealing their girls.
At one party, an NGO owner named Raga noticed that the girls brought in were likely from his own NGO—girls who had gone missing. Furious, he confronted me, saying, ‘Hey, Minister, where did you get my girls from? And who did you pay for them? Tell me!’ This sparked a heated argument between me and Raga.I called Aadi and said, ‘What’s this, you cheat? You’re passing off someone else’s goods to me? Now you’ll have to pay Raga!’ Raga, enraged, took his men to Aadi’s NGO. There, they exposed Aadi’s true nature to everyone, revealing that he was involved in human trafficking. They dragged him out, and because of this, he was fired from his job. In the public’s eyes, Aadi was now a criminal. He could no longer operate openly.
That night, they took him away in a car.”Raga is driving Aadi in a car with his men. He snarls, “Look, I’m going to beat you so badly, just wait and see.” Justthen, Raga gets a call from the Minister. The Minister asks, “Raga, have you found that Aadi?” Raga replies, “Minister, this scumbag is right here with me. We’ll cut him up and dump him in some jungle where no one will find him.” The Minister interrupts, “Raga, don’t you use your brain? People like him are useful. You’ve been running your business in Mumbai for so long, and now some young upstart is challenging you? We’ll use him fully, then kill him and dump him. What do you say?” Raga, laughing, says, “Minister, what should I do with this garbage?” The Minister responds, “Bring him to me unharmed.”Raga turns to Aadi and says, “The Minister wants you delivered unharmed.” With that, he orders his men to stop the car at a deserted crossroad in the middle ofthe night. Raga is furious because he’s an old hand in this business, and some younger guy is stepping on his toes. He drags Aadi out of the car and brutally beats him in the middle of the road—kicking him in the stomach, punching his face. Despite the relentless beating, Aadi’s mind is filled with rage, and no tears escape his eyes. Raga then tells his men, “Throw this bastard back in the car and dump him outside the Minister’s house.”As they get back in the car, Raga says to Aadi, “I’m leaving you alivebecause God couldn’t save you from my hands, but a devil like Durjan Singh is saving you.” With that, they throw Aadi, half-dead from the beating, outside Durjan Singh’s house.
The Minister continues, “Dhruv, I had him treated when he was half-dead. I gothim fixed up completely with the best doctors, and in a short time, he was back to normal. After he recovered, I told him to work under me. Aadi said, ‘Minister, you saved me, but I know you saved me for your own gain. We both understand that. I’m thinking, if I have to work under you, I don’t want to do petty jobs anymore. I want to handle the big ones.’ I asked, ‘What do you mean?’ Aadi replied, ‘Minister, I’ve been spilling blood and going to jail for you all along, even when I had no power or protection from the law. Now that you’re backing me, why not let me take over the business I started when I was just a staff member? I know all its roots—how much profit, how much power we can gain. You stay happy with your position, and I’ll handle my business.’Isaid, ‘That’s fine, but what if we get caught because of you?’ He responded, ‘Minister, you don’t know me yet. I’ll start that business again as a new man, in a new place.’ Then I told him, ‘Do whatever you want. I’ll support all your plans, but if my name gets dragged into this, that’ll be your last day.’
”A few days later, the Minister calls Aadi, saying, “Listen, Aadi, where are you? The deal’s set—bring the girls to the farmhouse. Let’s see if you’re still as fast as you were before your legs got broken.” Aadi knew pulling this off so quickly wouldn’t be easy. He sneaks into Raga’s NGO at night, arriving
around 10 p.m. Somehow, he manages to get inside without being noticed, carrying a sedative-soaked handkerchief. He had told his men to wait outside with the car. Aadi knew if he got caught this time, Raga would kill him. Still, he had enough connections in Raga’s NGO to slip in. He selects a few young girls, choosing those who’d be easier to transport without trouble.He didn’t need to use the sedative because some of the staff there were his friends. As he’s about to leave with two or three girls, he spots Raga approaching from outside. Another staff member quickly warns him to hide with the girls.
Raga was seen as a good man by the girls at the NGO because he often brought them food and clothes, but his real motive was to ensure they’d go quietly wherever he sent them. Aadi hides with the three girls, watching from a distance. The girls see Raga and, excited, insist on going to him. Aadi whispers, “Quiet, stay quiet!” but there’s no time to act. Raga is getting closer. Aadi tries to cover their mouths to keep them silent, but the girls bite his hand hard. One of them manages to break free and screams loudly.Raga hears the scream and rushes toward the sound. Aadi knows he’s about to get caught and killed. Thinking fast, he shoves the girls toward Raga to create a distraction and slips away. Raga, furious, sends his men after Aadi. Somehow, Aadi escapes with his men, driving off a short distance in their car.We see Aadi’s face burning with rage. Seeing Raga brings back memories of how Raga took everything from him. He orders his men to turn the car back toward the NGO.
Standing outside the NGO with his men, Aadi says, “Because of this NGO and Raga, I lost everything.” With that, he starts pouring diesel from their car, joined by two or three other vehicles.Aadi, pouring diesel, tells his men, “Wait here, I have something to do.” With that, he walks off. We see him carrying the diesel to a gas pipeline nearby. He pours the diesel over it, pulls out a lighter engraved with a Baphomet symbol, and lights a cigarette. He says, “Raga... Raga, you said a devil saved me, but you forgot how you, acting like a devil, did one good deed by letting a devil like me live.” With that, he flicks the lit lighter onto the gas pipeline.Instantly, a massive fire erupts. The NGO, located in a deserted area, descends into chaos as the flames spread.
Aadi flees, jumping into the car with his friends and driving away. From a distance, they hear the sound of an explosion, and a black-and-yellow cloud forms in the sky.We see Aadi’s hand, bitten so many times by the girls that it’s bleeding heavily. He doesn’t wipe the blood away. Deep inside, he believes this wound, this sacrifice,is what brought him such a great victory—dealing a devastating blow to Raga.
To be continued ..
In a rain-drenched alley, under the flicker of a dying street lamp, Dhruv stands with his gun trained on Rudra, the barrel steady, glinting with cold intent. Rudra, his face a mask of defiance, grips the tea stall owner’s throat in a vise-like hold, knuckles white with fury. Yet the tea stall ownerlaughs—a low, chilling sound that cuts through the storm. “I told you,” He sneers, “our people are everywhere.”Dhruv’s lips curl into a grim smile, his eyes locked on Rudra. “Time to take your investigation upstairs—to God,” he says, voice dripping with menace. He pulls the trigger. The gunshot cracks like thunder, and the bullet finds its mark. Rudra staggers, his grip on the tea stall ownerloosening as he collapses to the wet pavement, blood pooling beneath him.The tea stall owner, now free, steps back, unfazed, his grin widening. He turns to Dhruv. “Finish him,” he urges, his voice a venomous hiss. “Put a bullet in his head.”Dhruv’s gaze hardens, his smile fading into something darker. “Youknow how we deliver death,” he says, each word deliberates, heavy with promise. “A death as cruel as he deserves.”The tea stall owner’s laughter joins Dhruv’s, a twisted harmony in the night. Then, from the shadows, Dhruv’s men emerge—silent, purposeful.They haul Rudra’s limp form from the ground, dragging him toward a waiting car. The engine growls to life, and the vehicle vanishes into the storm, leaving only the echo of laughter and the scent of blood in the air.
Officer Dhruv and the tea stall owner are driving together in a car when the tea stall owner says to Dhruv, "I thought you were an honest man. I heard so much about you in the news, but it turns out you're just like us—dishonest, a worshiper of the devil." Dhruv replies, "In today’s world, how much can I earn from a government job? I chose the wrong path for this," and he bursts into laughter.An hour later, as they sit together in the car, the radio crackles to life with a news report: "In Mumbai, near Navdeep Chowk, an unidentified body wasfound in front of Inspector Dhruv’s police station." The reporter adds, "The face of the body is badly burned, and just like the other bodies found over the past two days, a knife marked with a 'K' and the symbol of 'Baphomet' was found near the corpse." Hearing this, the tea stall owner starts laughing, looks at Dhruv, and says, "The job’s finally done." Both of them burst into laughter.
The scene shifts to another setting. We see a room on one of the highest floors of a building. The room exudes opulence, with grand chairs and a breathtaking view of the sky and the city skyline stretching out before it. At a table, we notice two hands resting, belonging to a man seated in a chair. The news is playing on a screen in front of him. Suddenly, he brings both hands to his face, slowly parts them, and lets out a laugh, a creepy smile spreading across his face. As he lifts his hands from his face, the sleeve of his black coat slips down slightly, revealing small and large bite marks on his arm, as if someone—or something—had bitten him. On his hand, there’s a tattoo of Baphomet.In a low, heavy voice tinged with amusement, he says, “The one who created this game, our dear Minister, wants to play along with it.” Standing before him are four bodyguards, their faces concealed by masks, each holding a modern, loaded firearm. Then we notice another man seated across from him—the same man we saw earlier, talking at Durjan Singh’s farmhouse in a private meeting. There’s a strange smile on his face too.This man says to thecoat-wearing leader-like figure, “If you say so, I can have this Minister taken out and dumped in front of Dhruv’s office.” The coat-wearing leader replies, “The game’s just getting interesting, and you want to kill the player? The game won’t end with theplayers. It’ll only be over when the entire stage where this game is being played is destroyed.” As he speaks, we see the smile on the face of the man sitting across from him fade, replaced by a sheen of sweat.
At present, Dhruv and the tea stall owner are together, arriving outside Minister Durjan Singh’s house. The guards question them before opening the gate, and their car drives inside. We then see Dhruv, Durjan Singh, and the tea stall owner in a room that appears highly private, with no one else around. A maid enters, bringing water for Durjan Singh. There’s a hint of fear on her face as she glances at the tea stall owner. She places the water down and quickly leaves.Durjan Singh says, “Come, come, Dhruv.” Dhruv responds, “Minister, now tell me, whatare your plans moving forward? I’ve managed to get this tea stall owner here, away from that Rudra agent.” The tea stall owner chimes in, “Greetings, Minister. It’s been a while since we last met. The last time I saw you, I had supplied you with some goods (girls). How were they? Should I keep the quality the same?” He says this and starts laughing. In his mind, Dhruv feels disturbed hearing this.The Minister, with a probing tone, says, “Good, were they? Are you sending me cheap stuff while giving the boss the fresh ones? That’s not right, is it?” Despite their words, all three men have smiles on their faces, masking their true intentions. The tea stall owner replies, “Minister, the last batch I brought you was a couple of years ago. What you’re getting now isn’t from my zone—someone else is handling the supply.The Minister says to the tea stall owner, “Listen, we need to talk business now. There’s too much trouble—too many deaths in the news, and agents are after us. The public’s anger is growing. If thiscontinues, we’ll all get caught and end up in jail.” The tea stall owner replies, “Minister, it’s a good thing Dhruv sir is with us, even though he’s an officer. I thought he’d kill me for sure.” The Minister responds, “Seeing all this, I want you to inform Dhruv about everything you do from now on, got it?” The tea stall owner says, “Minister, I get my orders from above. No one told me to inform Dhruv sir about anything.” The Minister snaps, “Listen, you fool! We can’t bother the boss with every little problem. Do what I say!” The tea stall owner nods, “Alright, sir.”The Minister continues, “Now listen, Rudra’s been killed today—that two-bit agent. So you and Dhruv stick together, carry out the plans according to Dhruv’s lead. If anyone tries to turn you against Dhruv, don’t listen, because if you do, both you and Dhruv will end up in deep trouble.” With that, Dhruv and the tea stall owner leave the room. The Minister, now alone, takes off his vintage glasses and bites one of the temples, lost in thought.
We then see the maid, standing far away, who had overheard everything. She looks troubled. She hurries to the Minister’s room, attempting to make a call. But then we see the Minister standing behind her. He snarls, “What’s this? Living off my scraps, staying under my roof, and now betraying me?” Holding his glasses in one hand, he swings them, striking her face with a punch. The glasses cut into her face, and blood begins to flow. The Minister continues, “You thought you knew the boss you’re working for, but you don’t.” He grabs her throat, squeezing tightly, and slams her head against the wall. She collapses, unconscious, and dies.We see the Minister standing over the maid’s body, stabbing her repeatedly in the stomach with the same knife marked with the dotted Baphomet symbol, even though she’s already dead. He then calls his men and orders them, “Take this body far away and dump it at some crossroad.
”A short while later, we see a crowd of reporters gathered outside the Minister’s gate, drenched in the rain. A guard calls the Minister on the phone, urging him to come outside. To everyone’s shock, the maid’s body has been dumped right in front of the Minister’s house. Reporters swarm forward,
bombarding the Minister with questions. He tries to silence them and calls Dhruv to come immediately. The crowd is restless; everyone knows the body belongs to the Minister’s maid.
Dhruv arrives soon after, but the tea stall owner is not with him. Dhruv shouts, “Everyone, step aside!” His team begins pushing the crowd back. Instead of the Minister, Dhruv approaches the reporters and says, “The Minister had reported his maid missing earlier.” He says this to ensure no one suspects the Minister of the crime.Just then, the Minister’s phone rings. He answers, and we realizeit’s the same leader on the other end. The leader says, “Your dirty deeds don’t even deserve to be dumped at the crossroad. You don’t have the courage for this.” The voice laughs and continues, “Keep your petty, bloody antics confined to your bungalow.” The Minister is stunned. Dhruv grabs the phone, shouting, “Hello, hello!” but the call cuts off.The media and public are now in an uproar. On TV, people are chanting slogans and staging protests against the Minister. The news is everywhere: the law has failed to stop these crimes. Anger against the Minister spreads like wildfire, with some people claiming he’s behind it all.
The scene pauses, and we flash back to just after Officer Raja’s murder. The Minister had called Dhruv, summoning him to his house. He says, “You need to help me with this case. Come to my house alone, without any security—just you.”We then see, in the past, Dhruv and the Minister sitting together. The Minister explains everything to Dhruv: “There’s one person behind all this, hiding somewhere, orchestrating these murders. I’ll tell you everything, but you’ll work for me. If you go against me, it won’t take me long to have you killed.” In his mind, Dhruv thinks, “This group is massive. I can’t fight the Minister and all of them alone. I need to play this smart.” Out loud, he nods and says, “Minister, I’ll work for you, but not for free.” The Minister laughs, “These cops sell out so quickly,” and both of them chuckle.The Minister continues, “The one ordering these murders wants fear to spread everywhere. He’s reached a point now, connected to such powerful networks, that neither I nor anyone else knows much about him. He’s an extremely powerful figure. His name is ‘Kalyug.’”
The Minister says, “Listen, Dhruv, many years ago, he worked under me. He was young then, just a boy of about 20-22 years old. I don’t know much about his past, but I do know he was in and out of jail constantly. Because of that, he built strong connections with both prisoners and the police. He was a staff member, an owner of sorts, at an NGO called ‘Nayi Umeed Bal Ashram.’ Back then, he used to arrange girls for big parties and business icons—it was common practice. There were many such NGOs involved in this. That’s when I first came into contact with Kalyug, who was known as Aadi back then. We had him supply girls several times in the past.We knew he was a pimp, dealing in girls. He also knew that other NGOs were involved in trafficking girls to various places. He wanted to take over the entire operation, ensuringthat only the girls he brought in were sold and that everything happened on his terms. To achieve this, he started weaving intricate conspiracies behind the scenes. He planted his own men in other NGOs, and when those NGOs would capture or bring girls into their organizations, his men would either steal them or somehow bring them to his NGO.”The Minister continues, “That’s how he built his empire.
Whenever I needed something, he always delivered before time, completing my tasks perfectly. His mind was so sharp that he could supply girls under any circumstances. But it seems the other NGOs started realizing he was stealing their girls.
At one party, an NGO owner named Raga noticed that the girls brought in were likely from his own NGO—girls who had gone missing. Furious, he confronted me, saying, ‘Hey, Minister, where did you get my girls from? And who did you pay for them? Tell me!’ This sparked a heated argument between me and Raga.I called Aadi and said, ‘What’s this, you cheat? You’re passing off someone else’s goods to me? Now you’ll have to pay Raga!’ Raga, enraged, took his men to Aadi’s NGO. There, they exposed Aadi’s true nature to everyone, revealing that he was involved in human trafficking. They dragged him out, and because of this, he was fired from his job. In the public’s eyes, Aadi was now a criminal. He could no longer operate openly.
That night, they took him away in a car.”Raga is driving Aadi in a car with his men. He snarls, “Look, I’m going to beat you so badly, just wait and see.” Justthen, Raga gets a call from the Minister. The Minister asks, “Raga, have you found that Aadi?” Raga replies, “Minister, this scumbag is right here with me. We’ll cut him up and dump him in some jungle where no one will find him.” The Minister interrupts, “Raga, don’t you use your brain? People like him are useful. You’ve been running your business in Mumbai for so long, and now some young upstart is challenging you? We’ll use him fully, then kill him and dump him. What do you say?” Raga, laughing, says, “Minister, what should I do with this garbage?” The Minister responds, “Bring him to me unharmed.”Raga turns to Aadi and says, “The Minister wants you delivered unharmed.” With that, he orders his men to stop the car at a deserted crossroad in the middle ofthe night. Raga is furious because he’s an old hand in this business, and some younger guy is stepping on his toes. He drags Aadi out of the car and brutally beats him in the middle of the road—kicking him in the stomach, punching his face. Despite the relentless beating, Aadi’s mind is filled with rage, and no tears escape his eyes. Raga then tells his men, “Throw this bastard back in the car and dump him outside the Minister’s house.”As they get back in the car, Raga says to Aadi, “I’m leaving you alivebecause God couldn’t save you from my hands, but a devil like Durjan Singh is saving you.” With that, they throw Aadi, half-dead from the beating, outside Durjan Singh’s house.
The Minister continues, “Dhruv, I had him treated when he was half-dead. I gothim fixed up completely with the best doctors, and in a short time, he was back to normal. After he recovered, I told him to work under me. Aadi said, ‘Minister, you saved me, but I know you saved me for your own gain. We both understand that. I’m thinking, if I have to work under you, I don’t want to do petty jobs anymore. I want to handle the big ones.’ I asked, ‘What do you mean?’ Aadi replied, ‘Minister, I’ve been spilling blood and going to jail for you all along, even when I had no power or protection from the law. Now that you’re backing me, why not let me take over the business I started when I was just a staff member? I know all its roots—how much profit, how much power we can gain. You stay happy with your position, and I’ll handle my business.’Isaid, ‘That’s fine, but what if we get caught because of you?’ He responded, ‘Minister, you don’t know me yet. I’ll start that business again as a new man, in a new place.’ Then I told him, ‘Do whatever you want. I’ll support all your plans, but if my name gets dragged into this, that’ll be your last day.’
”A few days later, the Minister calls Aadi, saying, “Listen, Aadi, where are you? The deal’s set—bring the girls to the farmhouse. Let’s see if you’re still as fast as you were before your legs got broken.” Aadi knew pulling this off so quickly wouldn’t be easy. He sneaks into Raga’s NGO at night, arriving
around 10 p.m. Somehow, he manages to get inside without being noticed, carrying a sedative-soaked handkerchief. He had told his men to wait outside with the car. Aadi knew if he got caught this time, Raga would kill him. Still, he had enough connections in Raga’s NGO to slip in. He selects a few young girls, choosing those who’d be easier to transport without trouble.He didn’t need to use the sedative because some of the staff there were his friends. As he’s about to leave with two or three girls, he spots Raga approaching from outside. Another staff member quickly warns him to hide with the girls.
Raga was seen as a good man by the girls at the NGO because he often brought them food and clothes, but his real motive was to ensure they’d go quietly wherever he sent them. Aadi hides with the three girls, watching from a distance. The girls see Raga and, excited, insist on going to him. Aadi whispers, “Quiet, stay quiet!” but there’s no time to act. Raga is getting closer. Aadi tries to cover their mouths to keep them silent, but the girls bite his hand hard. One of them manages to break free and screams loudly.Raga hears the scream and rushes toward the sound. Aadi knows he’s about to get caught and killed. Thinking fast, he shoves the girls toward Raga to create a distraction and slips away. Raga, furious, sends his men after Aadi. Somehow, Aadi escapes with his men, driving off a short distance in their car.We see Aadi’s face burning with rage. Seeing Raga brings back memories of how Raga took everything from him. He orders his men to turn the car back toward the NGO.
Standing outside the NGO with his men, Aadi says, “Because of this NGO and Raga, I lost everything.” With that, he starts pouring diesel from their car, joined by two or three other vehicles.Aadi, pouring diesel, tells his men, “Wait here, I have something to do.” With that, he walks off. We see him carrying the diesel to a gas pipeline nearby. He pours the diesel over it, pulls out a lighter engraved with a Baphomet symbol, and lights a cigarette. He says, “Raga... Raga, you said a devil saved me, but you forgot how you, acting like a devil, did one good deed by letting a devil like me live.” With that, he flicks the lit lighter onto the gas pipeline.Instantly, a massive fire erupts. The NGO, located in a deserted area, descends into chaos as the flames spread.
Aadi flees, jumping into the car with his friends and driving away. From a distance, they hear the sound of an explosion, and a black-and-yellow cloud forms in the sky.We see Aadi’s hand, bitten so many times by the girls that it’s bleeding heavily. He doesn’t wipe the blood away. Deep inside, he believes this wound, this sacrifice,is what brought him such a great victory—dealing a devastating blow to Raga.
To be continued ..