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Before we get started I just want to point out a few things.
This chap is long.
It has way more unnecessary scenes than I anticipated. (Eg. Tushar Indrani)
I wanted a lot of things to make sense here so. For eg, Why Punit all of a sudden came?
What is there between Tushar and Dutta?
Who was Peehu?In case of confusion or missing word or para comments or dm are open.
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He is dead...I guess' a voice informed from the corner of the room. Chills ran through Chintan's body and his eyes widened looking at his sidekick lying lifeless in front of him. He kept on staring at Varun's face as if trying to see a ray of hope. He stared so deeply that he didn't even care to look up towards the man, who had walked out of the darkness revealing himself to be Punit.
Punit smirked as he walked closer to Chintan with his hands in his pocket. He had that irritating smug look on his face, it didn't even bother him a bit, that a man laid down on the floor of the same room covered in blood. He walked closer to Chintan and bumped his shoulder with his, bringing Chintan out of his stupor.
Chintan looked at him with his widened shocked eyes. He could not believe what kind of man he was, he didn't even flinch a bit killing the 21-year-old kid. 'How could you...huh...what the fuck is wrong with you...' Chintan screamed panting angrily. He tightened his fist to control his anger so as not to kill him.
But the tolerance was broken when he saw Punit grinning without a pinch of guilt. Chintan roared loudly and without even wasting a single moment he pounced over him. Punit fell down on his back, moaning while laughing like a maniac.
Chintan started to punch him on his face without caring a bit and the only thing that kept on replaying in his mind was 'You lost everything Chintan...just because of this guy. He is the reason your Pankhuri hates herself...and pushed you away' Chintan kept on punching him blue and black. His laughs evoked him more and more he sounded like a crazy psychopath.
'Haha...C-Chintan Singhal...uuhh...ahhh...' Punit who continued laughing in order to poke fun at Chintan received another hard punch on his face. But rather than stopping, he continued 'Oh come on ma-uhhgh...man...' And with that Chintan gifted him with another big punch, leaving him as injured as Chintan was in the police station.
Chintan shrieked in anger. He took deep long breaths in order to calm himself down. Knowing no one was here to stop him, he might end up killing Punit. Chintan held Punit's collar in anger as he got up, he pushed Punit against the floor angrily in order to hurt him.
As soon as Chintan left Punit he coughed out the blood from his mouth. Chintan angrily looked at him for one last time before turning towards Varun. He could still hear Punit laughing in the background teasing him to lose control. But Chintan knowing what that Punit wanted to do, he ignored it.
Rolling his eyes he moved closer to Varun, who laid on the floor lifeless or that's what it looked like. With his racing heart, he went closer and sat on his knees next to him. With his shivering hands and throbbing heart, he held his palm in his hand. Keeping his fingers on the thumb side of his wrist he tried feeling his pulse.
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