4yöu
Favoured Frenzy
The two trucks packed with girls thunder down the highway toward Delhi, and on the other side we see Raga—his entire plan set, waiting to hijack. The trucks keep moving forward until suddenly, blocking the road ahead, two more trucks stand crisscrossed like a barricade. Around them, ten to fifteen men stand with weapons in their hands, blades and guns gleaming under the harsh light. The moment the convoy reaches close, the men raise their guns and open fire straight at the glass and the tires. Bullets shatter the windshield, puncture the wheels, and the heavy vehicles are forced to slow down.
Without a second of hesitation, the attackers swarm in. They smash open the back doors and begin dragging the terrified girls out, throwing them into their own trucks. Screams, tears, bodies pulled by their hair, some beaten into submission as they are shoved inside. Even Kavya is grabbed roughly, dragged by her hair, and hurled into the other truck.
In moments the attackers slam the doors shut, load the trucks, and roar away from the ambush, heading straight toward Bangladesh. At the border, men sent by the minister are already waiting—men whom Raga believes are Yunan’s, ready to help him complete the delivery. There the girls are transferred once again into a fresh truck and sent off on their way to Bangladesh. The news is reported to Raga over the phone, and as he listens, a cruel satisfaction spreads across his face. In his mind, the day isn’t far when his reign will rise again—not just over Mumbai, but over the whole country.
Meanwhile Dhruv calls Yunan.
The line connects and Yunan says, “Hello, Dhruv sahib. Tell me, what’s the word?”
Dhruv’s voice is cold: “Kavya has told you everything, hasn’t she?”
Yunan replies firmly: “Yes, I know it all, and I know exactly what needs to be done next.”
Dhruv says: “This time, if our plan goes through the way we want, we’ll be one step closer to the top of the ladder.”
The scene shifts.
In a sealed private room, the minister sits surrounded by his closest men. No one else is allowed near this meeting. Reclining in his chair with a glass in his hand, he says in a cold, deliberate voice,
“Kalyug’s time is almost over. And once he’s out of the way, power will come back to me. I want all of you ready to do whatever it takes to make that happen.”
One of the men, nervous, speaks up:
“But Mantriji… you know how dangerous it is to cross Kalyug. Going against him could cost all of us our lives.”
The minister smirks, a greedy gleam in his eyes, and replies,
“That risk is worth taking. His downfall is close now.”
At that, the tension starts to break. They pour themselves more drinks, trying to drown their fear, and one of them says,
“We’re all tired of Kalyug. His anger spares no one.”
The minister leans forward, his voice turning sharp.
“When the time comes, I’ll make sure he’s wiped out—not for justice, but because he’s in my way. This city belongs to me, and I will take it back piece by piece.”
Then he fixes his gaze on the room, voice low and threatening:
“And understand this… if anyone here betrays me, don’t think I’m alone. Kalyug has made too many enemies. If I don’t reach you, someone else will.”
With Yunan’s help, Kavya and the girls are quietly moved into a safer truck, and now, with the assistance of the minister and Dhruv, Yunan has arranged for that truck to return safely toward India. The truck pulls away from the border, speeding down a remote route far away from Mumbai, taking these girls somewhere hidden where no harm can reach them.
Inside, for the first time in hours, there is a faint smile on Kavya’s face. Today she has saved so many lives at once. The girls cling to her tightly, hugging her, tears in their eyes. The truck rolls on, through the night, through silence.
But then, its speed begins to slow. Frowning, Kavya grabs her phone and calls the driver—her own trusted man.
“What happened?” she asks.
The driver answers in a tense voice,
“Madam… there’s something ahead. Someone is blocking the road.”
He slides open the small glass window to the back and Kavya sees faint lights outside—headlights, the outlines of cars, and figures standing on the road. She doesn’t know who these people are.
And then it happens: gunfire erupts from ahead, a heavy burst that rattles both trucks. Bullets slam into the windshields and the drivers, killing them instantly; blood sprays across the glass as the vehicles shudder to a stop.
Before anyone inside can react, men rush forward from the darkness. The doors of the trucks are thrown open, ready to drag the girls out—but the moment they open Kavya’s truck, she fires back without hesitation, bullets flashing in the night.
And then she sees him. Through the drifting mist and smoke, a silhouette crosses the road. Surrounded by men, he comes forward slowly, calm as ever, and signals with a hand for his people to hold back. He takes out a cigarette, lights it, and stands there watching.
Kavya jumps down from the truck, gun aimed straight at him. Her voice is fierce and sharp:
“No one moves! One step closer and I’ll shoot!”
The haze clears, and her heart sinks. The man in front of her is none other than Raven.
Clapping slowly, Raven smirks.
“Come on, Kavya… come on,” he says, as if he’s been waiting for this moment.
A wave of dread washes over her. How did Raven know? How did he find her here? In that instant, she realizes: they are no longer safe. Neither she, nor these girls. But she still refuses to step back.
“Raven!” she shouts. “Take one step forward and I swear you’ll die here.”
Raven exhales a curl of smoke, eyes locked on hers.
“If I die,” he says coldly, “this truck isn’t going anywhere. It will burn here with me. You and these girls you think you’ve saved will die screaming inside it.”
And then he laughs softly, enjoying her anger.
Kavya’s voice trembles with fury:
“How did you know?!” She presses the barrel of the gun toward him.
And then, betrayal strikes.
The door of a car parked across the highway opens. Two men step out. Kavya’s eyes widen in shock—they are Steve and Aadil, Dhruv’s own men.
For a moment she cannot even breathe. She understands everything in an instant. She has been sold out. These men she trusted… they’ve betrayed her.
“Aakhir kya milega tumhein ye sab karke?” she yells at them. “We trusted you. I trusted you!”
Aadil just shrugs, a cruel smirk on his face.
“Kavya ji… there’s a thing called money. Trust doesn’t pay the bills.”
Steve steps forward with a mocking grin.
“I could have ended your game a long time ago. But watching your little plans collapse one by one… and ending you at the very end… that will be far more satisfying.”
Raven looks amused, turning away as he says,
“Kavya ji, from here on, you and your precious girls are in the hands of Aadil and Steve. And Aadil,” he adds as he starts walking to his car,
“make sure you make a deal for her too, but don’t kill her. She’s shown so much courage—death would be too easy. She deserves to stay alive and suffer. Let her be sold, let her get new bodies to share her bed with. That will be her punishment.”
Aadil grabs Kavya brutally by the hair and throws her into the back of the truck.
Steve jumps into another truck, and with one last mocking bow to Raven, the two of them drive away, back toward Bangladesh, leaving the girls screaming inside.
Raven takes one final drag from his cigarette, a smile curling on his lips, then gets into his car and disappears into the night.
We see Raven at his house, standing shirtless before a tall mirror, staring at his own reflection, the dim light drawing out every scar across his chest.
His phone rings.
“Hello?” he answers.
“Raven?” a voice says.
“Speak, Suleman bhai,” Raven replies without looking away from the mirror.
Suleman’s voice comes sharp and urgent:
“Raven, do you even know what’s going on?”
Raven frowns.
“What happened?”
“You said you sent those trucks back to Bangladesh,” Suleman says.
“Yeah, so?” Raven snaps.
“Then where are they? Your trucks, your men—none of them reached. My people are waiting at the border to receive them. Nothing. Empty road.”
For a moment Raven just freezes, trying to process it. He had personally sent Adil and Steve with those trucks. Where the hell did they go? Where did everything vanish?
As Suleman’s words echo in his ears, his calm collapses. His face twists with rage and he smashes his fist straight into the mirror.
Glass explodes, blood streams down his knuckles as the shattered pieces rain around his feet.
Breathing hard, he stares at his fractured reflection and growls to himself,
“The price for this betrayal will be terrifying.”
---
The scene shifts.
Adil is behind the wheel of the truck, driving fast into the darkness.
After a while he slows the vehicle and slides open the small side window that connects the cabin to the back, just enough to check inside.
The rescued girls sit silently, worn out and frightened, and in the corner, Kavya sits with tears hanging in her eyes.
Adil looks at her through the narrow opening and quietly says,
“Sorry, Kavya.”
She raises her head and looks at him, confusion mixing with pain.
“This,” Adil explains, his voice low so only she can hear,
“was Dhruv’s second plan. The only way to get you all out alive, to escape Raven’s hands. Even Raven had to believe we betrayed you.”
Slowly the meaning reaches her and a faint smile begins to form.
Relief breaks through her tears; she wipes her face with both hands, trying to steady herself, and finally takes a deep breath.
Meanwhile, in the second truck, Steve is telling the frightened girls,
“Don’t be afraid,” he says calmly, “you’re all safe now. Kavya is with us. We are friends, every one of us.”
The trucks pick up speed again.
Adil keeps his eyes on the road and says,
“If Kalyug had the slightest clue where you were, he would have had everyone killed—girls, drivers, everyone. That’s why we had to fool Raven, get close to him, and make him believe we were on his side.”
Kavya wipes away the last of her tears and lets out a shaky laugh.
“Dhruv will never stop with these crazy plans of his, will he?”
Adil chuckles.
For the first time in hours the tension inside both trucks begins to fade.
They drive on into the night, heading toward a secret safe place far away, carrying the girls away from Raven and Kalyug.
For now, they are safe.
Without a second of hesitation, the attackers swarm in. They smash open the back doors and begin dragging the terrified girls out, throwing them into their own trucks. Screams, tears, bodies pulled by their hair, some beaten into submission as they are shoved inside. Even Kavya is grabbed roughly, dragged by her hair, and hurled into the other truck.
In moments the attackers slam the doors shut, load the trucks, and roar away from the ambush, heading straight toward Bangladesh. At the border, men sent by the minister are already waiting—men whom Raga believes are Yunan’s, ready to help him complete the delivery. There the girls are transferred once again into a fresh truck and sent off on their way to Bangladesh. The news is reported to Raga over the phone, and as he listens, a cruel satisfaction spreads across his face. In his mind, the day isn’t far when his reign will rise again—not just over Mumbai, but over the whole country.
Meanwhile Dhruv calls Yunan.
The line connects and Yunan says, “Hello, Dhruv sahib. Tell me, what’s the word?”
Dhruv’s voice is cold: “Kavya has told you everything, hasn’t she?”
Yunan replies firmly: “Yes, I know it all, and I know exactly what needs to be done next.”
Dhruv says: “This time, if our plan goes through the way we want, we’ll be one step closer to the top of the ladder.”
The scene shifts.
In a sealed private room, the minister sits surrounded by his closest men. No one else is allowed near this meeting. Reclining in his chair with a glass in his hand, he says in a cold, deliberate voice,
“Kalyug’s time is almost over. And once he’s out of the way, power will come back to me. I want all of you ready to do whatever it takes to make that happen.”
One of the men, nervous, speaks up:
“But Mantriji… you know how dangerous it is to cross Kalyug. Going against him could cost all of us our lives.”
The minister smirks, a greedy gleam in his eyes, and replies,
“That risk is worth taking. His downfall is close now.”
At that, the tension starts to break. They pour themselves more drinks, trying to drown their fear, and one of them says,
“We’re all tired of Kalyug. His anger spares no one.”
The minister leans forward, his voice turning sharp.
“When the time comes, I’ll make sure he’s wiped out—not for justice, but because he’s in my way. This city belongs to me, and I will take it back piece by piece.”
Then he fixes his gaze on the room, voice low and threatening:
“And understand this… if anyone here betrays me, don’t think I’m alone. Kalyug has made too many enemies. If I don’t reach you, someone else will.”
With Yunan’s help, Kavya and the girls are quietly moved into a safer truck, and now, with the assistance of the minister and Dhruv, Yunan has arranged for that truck to return safely toward India. The truck pulls away from the border, speeding down a remote route far away from Mumbai, taking these girls somewhere hidden where no harm can reach them.
Inside, for the first time in hours, there is a faint smile on Kavya’s face. Today she has saved so many lives at once. The girls cling to her tightly, hugging her, tears in their eyes. The truck rolls on, through the night, through silence.
But then, its speed begins to slow. Frowning, Kavya grabs her phone and calls the driver—her own trusted man.
“What happened?” she asks.
The driver answers in a tense voice,
“Madam… there’s something ahead. Someone is blocking the road.”
He slides open the small glass window to the back and Kavya sees faint lights outside—headlights, the outlines of cars, and figures standing on the road. She doesn’t know who these people are.
And then it happens: gunfire erupts from ahead, a heavy burst that rattles both trucks. Bullets slam into the windshields and the drivers, killing them instantly; blood sprays across the glass as the vehicles shudder to a stop.
Before anyone inside can react, men rush forward from the darkness. The doors of the trucks are thrown open, ready to drag the girls out—but the moment they open Kavya’s truck, she fires back without hesitation, bullets flashing in the night.
And then she sees him. Through the drifting mist and smoke, a silhouette crosses the road. Surrounded by men, he comes forward slowly, calm as ever, and signals with a hand for his people to hold back. He takes out a cigarette, lights it, and stands there watching.
Kavya jumps down from the truck, gun aimed straight at him. Her voice is fierce and sharp:
“No one moves! One step closer and I’ll shoot!”
The haze clears, and her heart sinks. The man in front of her is none other than Raven.
Clapping slowly, Raven smirks.
“Come on, Kavya… come on,” he says, as if he’s been waiting for this moment.
A wave of dread washes over her. How did Raven know? How did he find her here? In that instant, she realizes: they are no longer safe. Neither she, nor these girls. But she still refuses to step back.
“Raven!” she shouts. “Take one step forward and I swear you’ll die here.”
Raven exhales a curl of smoke, eyes locked on hers.
“If I die,” he says coldly, “this truck isn’t going anywhere. It will burn here with me. You and these girls you think you’ve saved will die screaming inside it.”
And then he laughs softly, enjoying her anger.
Kavya’s voice trembles with fury:
“How did you know?!” She presses the barrel of the gun toward him.
And then, betrayal strikes.
The door of a car parked across the highway opens. Two men step out. Kavya’s eyes widen in shock—they are Steve and Aadil, Dhruv’s own men.
For a moment she cannot even breathe. She understands everything in an instant. She has been sold out. These men she trusted… they’ve betrayed her.
“Aakhir kya milega tumhein ye sab karke?” she yells at them. “We trusted you. I trusted you!”
Aadil just shrugs, a cruel smirk on his face.
“Kavya ji… there’s a thing called money. Trust doesn’t pay the bills.”
Steve steps forward with a mocking grin.
“I could have ended your game a long time ago. But watching your little plans collapse one by one… and ending you at the very end… that will be far more satisfying.”
Raven looks amused, turning away as he says,
“Kavya ji, from here on, you and your precious girls are in the hands of Aadil and Steve. And Aadil,” he adds as he starts walking to his car,
“make sure you make a deal for her too, but don’t kill her. She’s shown so much courage—death would be too easy. She deserves to stay alive and suffer. Let her be sold, let her get new bodies to share her bed with. That will be her punishment.”
Aadil grabs Kavya brutally by the hair and throws her into the back of the truck.
Steve jumps into another truck, and with one last mocking bow to Raven, the two of them drive away, back toward Bangladesh, leaving the girls screaming inside.
Raven takes one final drag from his cigarette, a smile curling on his lips, then gets into his car and disappears into the night.
We see Raven at his house, standing shirtless before a tall mirror, staring at his own reflection, the dim light drawing out every scar across his chest.
His phone rings.
“Hello?” he answers.
“Raven?” a voice says.
“Speak, Suleman bhai,” Raven replies without looking away from the mirror.
Suleman’s voice comes sharp and urgent:
“Raven, do you even know what’s going on?”
Raven frowns.
“What happened?”
“You said you sent those trucks back to Bangladesh,” Suleman says.
“Yeah, so?” Raven snaps.
“Then where are they? Your trucks, your men—none of them reached. My people are waiting at the border to receive them. Nothing. Empty road.”
For a moment Raven just freezes, trying to process it. He had personally sent Adil and Steve with those trucks. Where the hell did they go? Where did everything vanish?
As Suleman’s words echo in his ears, his calm collapses. His face twists with rage and he smashes his fist straight into the mirror.
Glass explodes, blood streams down his knuckles as the shattered pieces rain around his feet.
Breathing hard, he stares at his fractured reflection and growls to himself,
“The price for this betrayal will be terrifying.”
---
The scene shifts.
Adil is behind the wheel of the truck, driving fast into the darkness.
After a while he slows the vehicle and slides open the small side window that connects the cabin to the back, just enough to check inside.
The rescued girls sit silently, worn out and frightened, and in the corner, Kavya sits with tears hanging in her eyes.
Adil looks at her through the narrow opening and quietly says,
“Sorry, Kavya.”
She raises her head and looks at him, confusion mixing with pain.
“This,” Adil explains, his voice low so only she can hear,
“was Dhruv’s second plan. The only way to get you all out alive, to escape Raven’s hands. Even Raven had to believe we betrayed you.”
Slowly the meaning reaches her and a faint smile begins to form.
Relief breaks through her tears; she wipes her face with both hands, trying to steady herself, and finally takes a deep breath.
Meanwhile, in the second truck, Steve is telling the frightened girls,
“Don’t be afraid,” he says calmly, “you’re all safe now. Kavya is with us. We are friends, every one of us.”
The trucks pick up speed again.
Adil keeps his eyes on the road and says,
“If Kalyug had the slightest clue where you were, he would have had everyone killed—girls, drivers, everyone. That’s why we had to fool Raven, get close to him, and make him believe we were on his side.”
Kavya wipes away the last of her tears and lets out a shaky laugh.
“Dhruv will never stop with these crazy plans of his, will he?”
Adil chuckles.
For the first time in hours the tension inside both trucks begins to fade.
They drive on into the night, heading toward a secret safe place far away, carrying the girls away from Raven and Kalyug.
For now, they are safe.