29-05-2025, 09:16 PM
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rupa said to damodar that she need to talk to gajendra first and damodar be better wait for her outside.
Gajendra's office was a dingy affair, the walls adorned with peeling posters of half-forgotten Bollywood films and the floor sticky with the residue of countless spilled drinks. Rupa sat in the chair opposite him, her heart hammering in her chest. She had rehearsed the conversation in her mind a hundred times, but now that the moment was here, she found it difficult to speak. Gajendra leaned back in his chair, his gut spilling over the waistband of his stained pants, and fixed her with a look that was both predatory and curious.
"What is it, Rupa?" he asked, his voice a lazy drawl that belied the danger that lurked beneath the surface.
Rupa took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "woh Damodar," she said, her voice calm and measured. "main usse chup chup ke baat karte suni hai...uske pass ek phone hai lal colour ki..jo woh kabhi kisi ke samne nahin nikalti....Gajendra saab."
Gajendra's eyes narrowed, the cogs in his mind turning. "kya keheri ho?" he growled.
Rupa leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper. "apko kya lagta hai..woh do do bar maal kaise pakra gaya humare." She paused, allowing the gravity of her words to sink in. "yeh baat toh sirf aap, kaloo ,mere aur damodar ko chor ke kisi ko pata nahin thae. kaloo toh kabhi apse gaddari karega nahin...fir bacha kaun....."
SUMMARY^1: Rupa enters Gajendra's office and hints at the presence of a lal-colored phone that could incriminate Damodar, who is waiting outside. She reveals that the phone holds damaging information, suggesting that it's known only to the three of them, and subtly warns Gajendra of potential betrayal from Damodar, playing on his fears.
Gajendra's eyes narrowed to slits, his face reddening with fury. He picked up the phone on his desk and barked an order to one of his goons. "Damodar ko yahan bulao!" Rupa's heart raced as she watched him, the room's air thick with the anticipation of violence.
Damodar walked in, his smile slipping slightly at the sight of Rupa sitting across from his boss. "Gajju bhai," he began, but Gajendra cut him off with a snarl. "chup behenchod..chutiya samjha hai kya?" He slammed his hand down on the desk, making the cheap lamp jump.
"kya bol rahae hai aap?" Damodar's eyes darted between Rupa and Gajendra, his heart racing.
Gajendra didn't respond immediately. Instead, he nodded to Kaloo, the hulking mass of muscle and menace who was always at his side. "Check kar is madarchod ko," he said, his voice icy.
Kaloo stepped forward, his movements surprisingly graceful for such a large man. He frisked Damodar with the practiced ease of a street thug, his hands patting down his pockets and belt. Rupa watched with a sinking feeling in her stomach as Kaloo pulled out a phone - the very phone damodar used to give her to call bhuvan.
Gajendra took the phone from Kaloo's meaty hand, his eyes boring into Damodar's. "yek kya hai behen ki lodi?" he asked, his voice deceptively calm.
Damodar swallowed hard, his mind racing. "ha, woh emeregency ke liye rakha hai," he replied, trying to sound casual. "off e reheta hai, sirf ghar pae e phone kar lete hai."
SUMMARY^1: Rupa's accusation leads to Gajendra suspecting Damodar, resulting in Damodar being called into the office. Gajendra's henchman, Kaloo, finds the phone Rupa mentioned, which Damodar had used to communicate with Bhuvan. Gajendra confronts Damodar about the phone, and Damodar nervously explains it's for emergencies and to call home.
Gajendra took the phone, his expression unreadable. He turned it on and scrolled through the call history. Rupa's heart skipped a beat as she watched him find the unknown number - the number she had called couple of times informing security officer of the Trucks carrying drugs. Gajendra's eyes narrowed as he dialed the number. The line connected, and after a moment, a gruff voice answered, "security officer station, may I help you?"
Damodar's face paled as the realization dawned on him. His eyes met Rupa's, and she could see the flicker of fear in his gaze. He had been outsmarted by a woman he thought was just a pretty face, a mere pawn in his game of deceit. Gajendra's hand tightened around the phone, his knuckles white with rage. "sala haramkhor," he bellowed without taking his eyes off Damodar, "toh tu hai worh madarchod jo mere dhanda ki mar rahae thae!"
Rupa's heart was racing as she watched the scene unfold. She had planted the seed of doubt, and now it had grown into a towering tree of suspicion that threatened to crush Damodar. The smugness had drained from his face, leaving only the desperate expression of a cornered animal. He stuttered and stumbled over his words, trying to explain the unexplainable.
SUMMARY^1: Gajendra checks the phone's history, discovers the calls to the security officer, and realizes Damodar's treachery. Damodar, caught off guard, is unable to provide a convincing explanation, revealing his fear and the depth of his deception.
In a flashback, Damodar remembered the countless times he had handed Rupa the phone to call her husband, Bhuvan. The trust he had placed in her, thinking she was nothing but a pawn in his grand scheme. But she had been playing a game of her own, a game of survival and revenge. Every time she had used the phone to reach Bhuvan, she had also deleted any trace of their communication. And in those moments of privacy, she had made another call, one that could bring their entire world crashing down.she was the one who informed security officer.
Back in the present, Damodar's eyes bulged with shock and rage as he stared at Rupa, the betrayal clear in her smile. He lunged at her, his hands clawing for her throat. But Gajendra, his own fury a living, breathing entity in the room, was quicker. He pounced on Damodar, his strong arms wrapping around his relative's neck.
The room was a whirlwind of chaos and rage as the two men grappled with each other. Rupa watched, her heart racing, as Damodar's fingers dug into Gajendra's flesh, desperately trying to break free. But Gajendra was not a man to be trifled with; his grip was like iron, and his rage was a force of nature.
SUMMARY^1: The narrative reveals Rupa's secret use of the phone to inform the security officer, setting the stage for her and Bhuvan's escape. Damodar, realizing the depth of her betrayal, attacks her, but Gajendra intervenes, overpowering Damodar and exposing his treachery.
With a swift, brutal movement, Gajendra pulled out a knife from his waistband. The blade glinted in the dingy light, a silent promise of pain. He brought it to Damodar's throat, the cold steel pressing against his skin, and with one swift motion, he sliced through the flesh and cartilage. Damodar's eyes bulged as blood spurted from the gaping wound, painting the room with a crimson arc. He choked, his hands grasping at his throat, trying to stem the flow of life that was gushing out of him.
Rupa watched the scene unfold, her heart pounding in her chest. The room was a blur of motion and sound, but she felt eerily calm. She had never wanted to see someone die before, but the sight of Damodar writhing on the floor brought her no remorse, only a fierce, burning satisfaction. He had used her, humiliated her, and now he was getting a taste of his own medicine.
As Damodar's life seeped out of him, his eyes found hers. They were filled with shock, with betrayal, with a sudden understanding that she had been the architect of his downfall. In those final moments, Rupa allowed herself a small, cruel smile. The fear in his gaze was the sweetest revenge she could ever have hoped for.
Gajendra's office was a dingy affair, the walls adorned with peeling posters of half-forgotten Bollywood films and the floor sticky with the residue of countless spilled drinks. Rupa sat in the chair opposite him, her heart hammering in her chest. She had rehearsed the conversation in her mind a hundred times, but now that the moment was here, she found it difficult to speak. Gajendra leaned back in his chair, his gut spilling over the waistband of his stained pants, and fixed her with a look that was both predatory and curious.
"What is it, Rupa?" he asked, his voice a lazy drawl that belied the danger that lurked beneath the surface.
Rupa took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "woh Damodar," she said, her voice calm and measured. "main usse chup chup ke baat karte suni hai...uske pass ek phone hai lal colour ki..jo woh kabhi kisi ke samne nahin nikalti....Gajendra saab."
Gajendra's eyes narrowed, the cogs in his mind turning. "kya keheri ho?" he growled.
Rupa leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper. "apko kya lagta hai..woh do do bar maal kaise pakra gaya humare." She paused, allowing the gravity of her words to sink in. "yeh baat toh sirf aap, kaloo ,mere aur damodar ko chor ke kisi ko pata nahin thae. kaloo toh kabhi apse gaddari karega nahin...fir bacha kaun....."
SUMMARY^1: Rupa enters Gajendra's office and hints at the presence of a lal-colored phone that could incriminate Damodar, who is waiting outside. She reveals that the phone holds damaging information, suggesting that it's known only to the three of them, and subtly warns Gajendra of potential betrayal from Damodar, playing on his fears.
Gajendra's eyes narrowed to slits, his face reddening with fury. He picked up the phone on his desk and barked an order to one of his goons. "Damodar ko yahan bulao!" Rupa's heart raced as she watched him, the room's air thick with the anticipation of violence.
Damodar walked in, his smile slipping slightly at the sight of Rupa sitting across from his boss. "Gajju bhai," he began, but Gajendra cut him off with a snarl. "chup behenchod..chutiya samjha hai kya?" He slammed his hand down on the desk, making the cheap lamp jump.
"kya bol rahae hai aap?" Damodar's eyes darted between Rupa and Gajendra, his heart racing.
Gajendra didn't respond immediately. Instead, he nodded to Kaloo, the hulking mass of muscle and menace who was always at his side. "Check kar is madarchod ko," he said, his voice icy.
Kaloo stepped forward, his movements surprisingly graceful for such a large man. He frisked Damodar with the practiced ease of a street thug, his hands patting down his pockets and belt. Rupa watched with a sinking feeling in her stomach as Kaloo pulled out a phone - the very phone damodar used to give her to call bhuvan.
Gajendra took the phone from Kaloo's meaty hand, his eyes boring into Damodar's. "yek kya hai behen ki lodi?" he asked, his voice deceptively calm.
Damodar swallowed hard, his mind racing. "ha, woh emeregency ke liye rakha hai," he replied, trying to sound casual. "off e reheta hai, sirf ghar pae e phone kar lete hai."
SUMMARY^1: Rupa's accusation leads to Gajendra suspecting Damodar, resulting in Damodar being called into the office. Gajendra's henchman, Kaloo, finds the phone Rupa mentioned, which Damodar had used to communicate with Bhuvan. Gajendra confronts Damodar about the phone, and Damodar nervously explains it's for emergencies and to call home.
Gajendra took the phone, his expression unreadable. He turned it on and scrolled through the call history. Rupa's heart skipped a beat as she watched him find the unknown number - the number she had called couple of times informing security officer of the Trucks carrying drugs. Gajendra's eyes narrowed as he dialed the number. The line connected, and after a moment, a gruff voice answered, "security officer station, may I help you?"
Damodar's face paled as the realization dawned on him. His eyes met Rupa's, and she could see the flicker of fear in his gaze. He had been outsmarted by a woman he thought was just a pretty face, a mere pawn in his game of deceit. Gajendra's hand tightened around the phone, his knuckles white with rage. "sala haramkhor," he bellowed without taking his eyes off Damodar, "toh tu hai worh madarchod jo mere dhanda ki mar rahae thae!"
Rupa's heart was racing as she watched the scene unfold. She had planted the seed of doubt, and now it had grown into a towering tree of suspicion that threatened to crush Damodar. The smugness had drained from his face, leaving only the desperate expression of a cornered animal. He stuttered and stumbled over his words, trying to explain the unexplainable.
SUMMARY^1: Gajendra checks the phone's history, discovers the calls to the security officer, and realizes Damodar's treachery. Damodar, caught off guard, is unable to provide a convincing explanation, revealing his fear and the depth of his deception.
In a flashback, Damodar remembered the countless times he had handed Rupa the phone to call her husband, Bhuvan. The trust he had placed in her, thinking she was nothing but a pawn in his grand scheme. But she had been playing a game of her own, a game of survival and revenge. Every time she had used the phone to reach Bhuvan, she had also deleted any trace of their communication. And in those moments of privacy, she had made another call, one that could bring their entire world crashing down.she was the one who informed security officer.
Back in the present, Damodar's eyes bulged with shock and rage as he stared at Rupa, the betrayal clear in her smile. He lunged at her, his hands clawing for her throat. But Gajendra, his own fury a living, breathing entity in the room, was quicker. He pounced on Damodar, his strong arms wrapping around his relative's neck.
The room was a whirlwind of chaos and rage as the two men grappled with each other. Rupa watched, her heart racing, as Damodar's fingers dug into Gajendra's flesh, desperately trying to break free. But Gajendra was not a man to be trifled with; his grip was like iron, and his rage was a force of nature.
SUMMARY^1: The narrative reveals Rupa's secret use of the phone to inform the security officer, setting the stage for her and Bhuvan's escape. Damodar, realizing the depth of her betrayal, attacks her, but Gajendra intervenes, overpowering Damodar and exposing his treachery.
With a swift, brutal movement, Gajendra pulled out a knife from his waistband. The blade glinted in the dingy light, a silent promise of pain. He brought it to Damodar's throat, the cold steel pressing against his skin, and with one swift motion, he sliced through the flesh and cartilage. Damodar's eyes bulged as blood spurted from the gaping wound, painting the room with a crimson arc. He choked, his hands grasping at his throat, trying to stem the flow of life that was gushing out of him.
Rupa watched the scene unfold, her heart pounding in her chest. The room was a blur of motion and sound, but she felt eerily calm. She had never wanted to see someone die before, but the sight of Damodar writhing on the floor brought her no remorse, only a fierce, burning satisfaction. He had used her, humiliated her, and now he was getting a taste of his own medicine.
As Damodar's life seeped out of him, his eyes found hers. They were filled with shock, with betrayal, with a sudden understanding that she had been the architect of his downfall. In those final moments, Rupa allowed herself a small, cruel smile. The fear in his gaze was the sweetest revenge she could ever have hoped for.
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