Chapter 2 (The Unveiling of the Beast)

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In the hospital room

Guru is holding the hands of Ayush, his eyes are red, and he is looking at the wounded body of Ayush, with tears of sorrow, anger, and revenge visible in his eyes. The doctors explained that it is almost impossible for Ayush to survive. Glass shards had penetrated his neck and entire body, and he had deep wounds on his back. Additionally, he has suffered numerous injuries to his head.

As the rain continued its melancholic serenade, a car pulled up outside the hospital. Aditya Rathore emerged, casting an aura of impending gravity upon the room. He stood at a respectful distance, acknowledging the gravity of the situation.

Aditya Rathore: "Who is in charge of this area?"

Policeman: "I am, Inspector Waghle."

Aditya Rathore: "Aditya Rathore, CBI."

Policeman: "But why is the CBI showing such interest in an ordinary man?"

Aditya Rathore: "I'm not interested in the man himself, but rather in the love he holds."

Policeman: "I don't quite follow."

Aditya Rathore: "We must swiftly apprehend Ayush's assailant. If Guru takes matters into his own hands... then the government will have to find new burial grounds. Guru will kill so many... that there won't be enough place to cremate the bodies.

'Devil. Monster. Demon. Beast.' 'Who says that only God has several names?'

'Demons are found in hell.' 'But I met one such demon in the so-called paradise in Goa.' 'But demons possess a special quality.' 'It's his habit to be present at his own funeral.'

'Hatred is his weapon.' 'Anger is his explosive.' 'He doesn't know what sympathy means.' 'No one loves him.'

'Every love story has a hero...' '...his love...' '...and a villain.' 'But this love story is of a villain.'"

Two years earlier, amidst the vibrant celebration of Dasara in Goa:

The day drew to a close, and the air was charged with the festive spirit of Dasara. Amid the jubilant crowd, a man concealed in a black hoodie confronted another, sending shivers down his spine. The second man, Rohan's younger brother, recoiled in fear upon recognizing the approaching figure as Guru. Panic washed over him as Rohan too laid eyes on the ominous presence.

Rohan started to flee in fear, but Guru began to chase him. People in the crowd were moving forward, and the man whom Guru was chasing bumped into some others who tried to save him. However, Guru fought them off as if he was an animal, not a human. The man, who was running for his life, begged Guru for mercy, but Guru started pouring petrol on him.

Rohan: "Please forgive me, Guru. I made a mistake, Guru. What are you doing? Guru, please forgive me. I beg of you, Guru! Please spare me. I beg of you. Don't! For God's sake, spare my life."

Guru: "Are you praying?"

Rohan: "Guru, please, I beg for your forgiveness."

Guru: "Do you truly believe that God will descend to save you? Very well, pray."

Rohan: "No, Guru."

Guru: "You have time until this matchstick burns out. Commune with your God."

Rohan: "Save me, O God! Help!"

Guru: "Allow me to offer a suggestion. Pray not to God, but to the wind. For when the breeze stirs, your time will have come."

Amid this chilling exchange, a gunshot rang out, scattering the celebratory crowd. Rohan's younger brother had taken aim at Guru but missed. Rohan's mother restrained him from firing again, and by the time the shot resounded, the matchstick had flickered and extinguished. Something within Guru snapped and he start dragging Rohan.

Rohan: "No, no! Guru, please... I made a mistake. What are you doing, Guru? Please, don't! I beg you! No, Guru! Guru... Guru! Spare me, Guru! No, Guru! Spare me, Guru. Spare me. Guru. Let go of me! Let go of me. Guru, no. Please, release me!"

Desperate attempts were made to halt Guru's relentless pursuit, but he remained unyielding. Rohan's mother and his younger brother attempted to intervene, but it was all useless.

Guru: "Very well, I shall release you!"

With a forceful kick, Guru sent Rohan stumbling backward, into the burning effigy of Ravan.

Rohan's Brother: "No! No!"

Rohan's Mom: "No!"

Rohan's mother's anguished cries filled the air, while Rohan's brother sought refuge under a table for safety. As Guru approached the trembling boy and lifted the tablecloth, he locked eyes with the terrified child.

In that moment, something seemed to stir within Guru, perhaps a flicker of a memory from his own childhood. But before he could act on it, the police arrived, bringing a grim halt to the unfolding chaos. Guru was placed under arrest, but a profound darkness had already been awakened.

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