KING ✅

5

"Step out of the vehicle!" one of them ordered.

Rocky exhaled slowly, his jaw clenching. I could see it in his eyes-he was calculating his next move.

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Rocky's POV

I brought the car to a halt and stepped out, surveying the road ahead. Several trucks were passing by, but they all came to a standstill as a van suddenly blocked the way. Seizing the opportunity, I swiftly climbed into one of the trucks, blending into the chaos.

Author's POV

Inside the godown, Rocky carefully slipped out of the truck, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings. Workers were busy unloading crates under the watchful eyes of armed guards. Moving with calculated precision, he eliminated the guards silently before approaching the stacks of boxes. But what he saw left him stunned-these were the very same boxes meant to be shipped to the Bombay port. Confusion clouded his thoughts. How did they end up here? What was really going on?

Meanwhile, elsewhere, Andrews and Desai sat in tense anticipation, their eyes glued to the news as they awaited the outcome of their latest scheme. Their plan to lure Garuda out of KGF had failed yet again. Frustrated, Rajendra leaned forward, a sinister idea forming in his mind.

"Andrews, commission a statue of his father outside the party office and make a grand announcement. That will surely draw him out. As long as he's inside that mansion, he's untouchable."

Andrews nodded, but his expression remained serious. "Don't forget, this is our last chance. Is your Bombay shooter ready?"

Meanwhile, at an upscale nightclub, a different kind of trap was being set for Rocky. Y/N sat on a plush sofa, visibly uncomfortable. She despised clubs and alcohol, yet Reena had dragged her here against her will, ignoring her protests. From her seat, Y/N had a full view of the club's extravagant dance floor. As the music pulsed, the crowd moved in sync, lost in the rhythm.

Then, Rocky entered.

One of Reena's bodyguards discreetly informed Kamal of Rocky's arrival. Without hesitation, Kamal signaled his men and left with them, preparing to strike. As the song ended, the atmosphere shifted-Rocky was now surrounded. Dozens of guns were pointed at him, the metallic glint reflecting the dim club lights.

Kamal stepped forward, a smirk playing on his lips. "You all give him so much importance, yet he still manages to beat you all," he mocked, addressing his men before turning his attention to Rocky. "I don't know where you're from, but you should have known where the Vidhan Sabha is in Bangalore or who rules it. But before learning all that, you should have known one thing-how dangerous I am. You've made a grave mistake, and now it's too late." Kamal aimed his gun directly at Rocky's head.

Just then, Reena intervened, stepping between them. She lowered Kamal's gun and turned to Rocky with a cold smile. "Don't waste your bullet. He's not worth it. Do you know why we called you here? Not to kill you, but to put you in your place. How dare an illiterate street rat, an orphan, confess to none other than Andrews' daughter, the queen of the West Coast?"

Y/N gasped, eyes wide with shock. "Reena, how can you say such harsh things? This isn't right! And why did you involve your fiancé in this?"

Reena's expression darkened. "Stay out of this, Y/N. I know what I'm doing. I'm protecting you. You're too naive and innocent to see his true face."

She turned back to Rocky. "I'll give you a chance to prove you're a man."

"Reena, stop this," Y/N pleaded, but Reena silenced her with a glare.