Rocky, a young man, seeks power and wealth in order to fulfil a promise to his dying mother. His quest takes him to Bumbai, where he gets involved with the notorious gold mafia. will he be able to survive in Narachi Limestone Mines Or as it's to be...
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Rocky was so much driven by the promise he made to his mother that it was almost as if it was his only purpose of living. He even went to the lengths of attacking a police officer just to grab the attention of Shetty. Soon enough 'Rocky Bhai' became a well known and feared name in Bombay. Everyone knew that messing with Shetty meant messing with Rocky, so Shetty's rule flourished in Bombay indirectly at the mercy of Rocky. But this was not enough for him. His hunger of power couldn't be satiated by Shetty's Bombay. He didn't want Bombay nor did want the West Coast. Rocky was after the world.
So when Andrews' offer comes and knocks on his door, Rocky doesn't hesitate to take it up. He was promised Bombay, he took it, albeit his dreams were bigger than that. If he could gain control over Bombay, it could become the stepping stone and foundation of Rocky's rule. Rocky was sure of one thing- he wanted the world and he would win it, by hook or by crook. He didn't care that rivers of blood be flowed. Nor did he care that innumerable lives would be taken. He would get what he wanted no matter the cost he would pay for it.
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"You have to get into one of the trucks to get to the place" Andrews instructed Rocky over the black walkie talkie as he attentively listening."But before, you'll be attacked by a group of goons, you have to make it past them" Andrews stated again as Rocky just walked forward with a black scarf covering his face, making it hard to recognize him.
He saw people dressed in all black, looking like thugs. He walked forwards as one of the goons spotted him. All of them ran towards him with heavy weapons as Rocky just proceeded to walk with a pocket knife.
He slashed the goon coming towards as the others came forward to potentially fight him. But he walked forward, hurting all the goons, leaving them wailing on the dusty ground.
On the other side people started to panic as trucks came in and chaos struck. All the people were pulled into the truck forcefully.
People sat hugging their knees while sobbing and wailing. The doors opened once again as Rocky walked in making everyone shiver thinking it's someone who'll harm them. But he was just going to be a "part" of them.
The doors of the rusty truck closed causing darkness to prevail. Loud sobs and wails of grief and pain could be heard all inside the dark vehicle.
All the people inside had bent down and were wailing over their fate while Rocky just stood and looked out the small gap from where a little sunlight was falling in.
He had no idea where he was going, or what he was getting into. Sure he had killed many people but the place he was going to was probably where the most cruelty took place.
The vehicle came to an abrupt stop as everyone shuddered. The door opened making dust rush in as guards who looked like goons stood in front of the doors with smirks on their faces as Rocky just observed all his surroundings. The guards pulled all the people out in a harsh way making them scream and wail in pain.
They made the people, including Rocky stand in front of a large and tall black gate. It slowly started to rise up as the people started to fear again. It rose completely revealing the head, you could say, Vanaram, standing with his hands behind his back and his head high.
One of the guards went to him and started giving him information about something, probably about the new batch.
"101 men, 15 women, 116 in total" the guard dressed in black reported making Vanaram nod his head and speak.
"Batch 41 of this year...Put them to work"
The guard smirked in response as they started to pull all the people harshly as they sobbed and cried for them to be set free. But little did they know, nobody cared around here and there wasn't anything called "humanity" that existed in that very place.
They were all in a group as they stood in a line. The guards pulled each one harshly and pressed them against a rock before placing a hot iron with their batch no.
carved on top of their skins with their skin as the people yelled in misery, not able to bare this gruesome torture. not even women and children were left alone, they spared no one around there.
it was rocky's turn, he was pushed harshly to a rock as they pressed the extremely hot iron on his back, making the male just hiss in the slight pain he felt. he was just starting to get used to this.
as soon as all of them were done the head guard called up the "oldest" not by age but the person who had been in that hell kind of a place, the longest.
"they're the new batch, put them to work" the guard said as the shivering male fixed his specks and nodded.
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