"Yes everything is going according to the plan. Don't worry." Veer whispered into his phone as he stood in the corner of the room, spying on Rocky, who just got inside the bathroom.
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"Ya, ya. I know. I will take care of it. You don't worry. Ok. I'm cutting the call. The prey is all set to get hunt by the lion. Bye." He cut the call and kept his phone back in his pocket.
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Like a brilliant spy, he closed the door behind him without making any noise. He covered his face using a handkerchief and took the rod kept on the corner of the door.
Taking the rod in his hands, he went and stood beside the door, leaning against the white painted wall. Holding the rod tightly in his hands, he waited for Rocky to come out of the washroom so that he could implant his perfect plan.
"You can do this, Veer. You have to do this, for Mahir, for Bela." He chanted to himself silently as he waited.
Sweat drops formed on his forehead as he heard the sound of the door open. He didn't dare to move a little to wipe the sweat drops fears that a single unnescessay move from his part could spoil their plan. And what happened after that was so fast that even Veer, himself didn't get the time to register what actually happened.
And all it took was one hard blow on head to make Rocky lose his consciousness. He fell on the cold floor with a thud. With the rod still raised in his hands, Veer checked the breathing of the guy, who he had just smacked on head, hard.
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