Vivan's Last Wish:
Rocky had made a new plan.
And this time-
Vivan stepped forward.
Holding his guitar-
he walked straight
toward Fakir Khan.
"I'm the one..."
Vivan said calmly,
"The one who's been killing your men."
Fakir Khan's eyes burned with rage.
"Oh... so it's you?"
"Then you won't survive."
"Shoot him!"
But Vivan didn't move.
Not even an inch.
Fearless-
he spoke again.
"Fakir sir..."
"If you kill me-
how will you find the Chief Minister?"
"I'm the only one
who knows where he is."
A pause.
"And if you really want to kill me..."
"Then at least grant
a dying man's last wish."
"Let me sing...
one last song."
For a moment-
silence.
Then-
Fakir Khan laughed.
"Death is standing right in front of you..."
"And you want to sing?"
He smirked.
"Fine."
"Sing your last song."
"Anyway...
the mood here is too tense."
"Maybe it'll entertain everyone."
Vivan closed his eyes-
and began to sing.
His fingers moved
across the guitar-
softly...
perfectly.
The melody spread
through the hall.
Slowly-
people started swaying.
Students...
even some terrorists.
The tension-
began to melt.
Even Fakir Khan-
started enjoying it.
But he was still alert.
Suddenly-
in excitement-
he fired a shot in the air.
The bullet-
flew upward...
And-
grazed the Chief Minister's shoulder.
He was hidden
on the chandelier above.
Luckily-
the injury wasn't serious.
But danger-
was closer than ever.
The Secret Tunnel:
Everything-
was going exactly
according to plan.
R.V. and the others-
were hiding
inside an old storeroom.
Because beneath it-
was a forgotten sewage tunnel.
A hidden path-
leading directly
to the hall.
Mohit had told them about it.
He had studied here before-
and knew
these secret routes.
In the center of the hall-
there was a large metal cover.
Once-
it belonged to that tunnel.
And now-
R.V. was right beneath it.
Waiting.
Watching.
The moment came-
when everyone was distracted.
Dancing.
Lost in the music.
Slowly-
R.V. pushed the cover open.
A goon stood above it.
Before he could react-
R.V. pulled him down.
And finished him.
Silently.
Quickly-
R.V. wore his clothes.
And the next moment-
he was among them.
Blending in.
Dancing.
Like one of them.
The Strategy:
Fakir Khan turned
to his two trusted men-
Akram and Sajid.
Arms dealers.
"Come on..." he laughed,
"Dance!"
"Just a little time more-
and our brothers will be here."
"After that..."
"Not just Goa-
the entire country
will bow before us."
Meanwhile-
R.V. saw his chance.
He walked up to them-
calmly.
"Sir..."
"I've found the singer's friends."
"They're hiding in the washroom."
"They're not alone..."
"10-12 people are with them."
Fakir Khan's expression changed.
"Go."
"Bring them here."
"I'll make them suffer-
so much..."
"that even their souls
will tremble."
R.V. nodded.
And led Akram and Sajid
toward the washroom.
Step by step.
Closer.
To the trap.
Inside the washroom-
R.V. spoke quietly-
"They're hiding in here..."
"I'll lock the door..."
"So they can't escape."
And then-
he moved toward the door.
Slowly.
Carefully.
The next move-
could change everything.
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