Behind the Camera (Complete✅)

Chapter 13 - "Bloody climax..."

"Enough of your lovey-dovey talks. Hey,...ring the bell. My palms are twitching to break the bones of this kitten."

Liger rubs his right wrist with his left one and winks at Nandini with a sleazy scoff. Nandini turns her face with disgust. Manik keeps his arctic eyes on his opponent and utters in a piercing tone,

"Hold your horse, hulk. Fight, don't predict. After all, you also have bones and I love listening to the crackling sound."

Liger's eyes flicker with fume. He spits in pique. Only then, the bell rings, indicating the start of the first round. Like a prowling beast, Liger pounces on Manik but surprisingly he twists his body as an agile serpentine and Liger stumbles on the floor, totally unaware of this move. Manik snickers and retorts,

"Get up, Man. Show your strength. Luck can leave us anytime."

The crowd around the ring who has baited on Liger hoots with disappointment. Liger immediately springs up from the ground.

"Kitten, tonight strength and luck both are with me. You just pray for your life."

Liger hisses and again gets ready to swoop upon his opponent but this time he doesn't initiate. Manik approaches him with an alert pace while keeps on watching Liger's vigilant eyes. As he comes enough near to him, Liger tries to smack Manik's jaw with his iron fist. Manik was enough watchful as he bends backwards. As a result, Liger's punch can only touch his jawline, failing any strong impact. Again, Liger loses his balance for a moment and Manik takes the opportunity. Suddenly, his whole body takes a 360degree round and in the next moment, his right foot contacts Liger's jaw like a snake bite. A clear thud sound is hard. The heated crowd bursts into excitement. As they predicted, the fight won't be one-sided at all. On the other hand, Liger plummets on the ground after this powerful and unexpected kick. He looks at Manik with surprised eyes. They have latent fear too. His opponent is a trained Karateka. This kick is an example. Concurrently, Nandini parts his lips in shock. How could she forget? Manik is a blackbelt Karateka. Liger crawls back and gets up. Manik smirks at him.

"Now, who is crawling like a kitten?"

The crowd laughs at the remark. Liger growls in frustration and suddenly, storms at Manik like a bull. Before Manik can keep aside he grapples him by his waist and pushes him backwards and keeps pushing him until Manik's back bangs with one of the four pillars of the fight ring. The impact is strong and Manik feels a strong pain in his lower back. This time Liger doesn't give any chance to his rival and starts hitting Manik's stomach relentlessly. He deliberately attacks Manik's diaphragm which gives extreme spasms to him. Manik feels hard to breathe and he tries to move to elude Liger's one after another smack. Till now, he has understood that Liger is much stronger than him. If he has to win the battle then he has to use his tricks. Manik forms his hands as if he is gripping imaginary tennis balls and launches himself at him. He digs his fingers into the bicep of Liger's swinging arm and rips at the muscle, while striking the forearm on the same side, straight in with the heel of his palm. It is a thousand-year-old battle protocol, first, attack the arm that attacks you. Liger makes a painful wail and tries to distance himself from his enemy. However, Manik is not ready to give him any forbearance to take the lead again. He rips into his face with the middle and forefingers of his left hand, raking along with his nose and mouth. With the other hand, he strikes his neck and digs his fingers in, grabbing the windpipe. Liger's face blanches in extreme agony. He gasps for air. In this technic Manik can pull his fingers out right now, lacerating Liger's throat and killing him, but he is not a killer nor is it a death fight. Manik withdraws his hand follows by a sharp kick on his chest. Liger's body jerks backwards and he falls on the ground with a loud thud. The crowd again cheers,

"Bravooo..."

Right now, they have forgotten upon whom they baited their money. The primary strategy of Karate is to strike an aggressor in different directions so that the opponent can't muster his composure sufficiently to counter-attack. Manik is on the same track. Blood is splattering from Liger's nose and mouth. His eyes are dropping and he makes a gurgling sound, flailing his arms impotently as he bends backwards to breathe properly. For the final and last strike, Manik takes another step forward and chambers both his hands, forwards the palms and bends the elbows, the left one at shoulder level and the right, at his hip. Only then, Nandini's deafening scream hits his ears.

"MANIIII.....KKKKK"

Before he turns at her, something heavy smashes the backside of his head. Manik grabs his neck and staggers to turn at the reason. His blur vision locates a man standing in front of him holding a folding chair. Needless to say, he only hit him with this iron chair. But who is he? Manik's question gets answered by another blow. The person launches another bolt on Manik's biceps followed by repeated strikes on his upper torso. There are no wind-ups, no wasted motion; each hit is designed to roll naturally into the next. Simultaneously, he keeps on uttering,

"Come on, Man! Show me your power. Today is your death day, Fucker"

The throng bursts in excitement.

"Mike...Mike....smash this moron...kill him..."

Their insane shout makes Manik recall something. Mike...Liger's elder brother. Owner of this fight club. He has come to save his brother and of course the reputation of this club. Nandini again yells,

"It's out of the rule. Two people can't fight against one. Stop this. Securityyyy.."

Amidst this serious situation, her kiddishness brings a grin to Manik's lips.

"Security! Really? Dumbo..."

He admonishes her inwardly. Mike again gets ready to thrash Manik's chest with the iron chair. But this time Manik steps back and it misses the target. However, not fully as the leg of the chair scratches exactly the place where he has the bandage. It pulls out the protection of the bandage and the stitch gets open. Manik yells in pain,

"Ahhhh....Fuck...!"

He presses the place with his right palm. Blood starts spurting out. Mike's eyes flicker with a diabolic smile. Now, he has got the weak point of his enemy. In a blink of an eye, he throws his right leg and strikes Manik's wound. Manik bends, grimacing in pain. Blood is dripping from his wound, making a trail on the ground. The mob screams insanely,

"Yeahhhh....kill him...kill...him..."

On the other hand, Liger rises from the ground and desperately pounces on Manik, hitting his chest repeatedly with his potent fist. Manik staggers backwards and falls on the ground trying to protect his chest and belly area. Mike again lifts the chair and hurls towards him, intending for the last hit on his head. Only then, Manik startles to feel a soft body on his chest, shielding him from the major hit.

"No....Stop...Leave him...I am ready to surrender."

Nandini screams in desperation lying on Manik's chest. She is trying to protect Manik's body with her tiny frame at any cost. The thought again forces Manik to admonish her.

"Crazy stupid."

He mumbles. Liger scoots forward, trying to grab Nandini's hand to pull her apart from Manik. Only then, another voice halts everyone,

"Don't move....or we will shoot."

Manik closes his eyes in peace.

Author's note: I Hope I was up to the mark to describe the fight scene because it was really hard. 🥺🥺Stay tuned for more drama and twists. ❤❤