♡ VIRAJ THAKUR ♡
" Fucking keep an eye on him, I'm on my way "
The black Thar roared along the road with gentle bends, its engine growling with raw power as the evening sun dipped below the horizon.
The vehicle’s headlights cut through the twilight, casting long shadows across the asphalt.
At the wheel, the notorious mafia boss, known for his ruthless efficiency and sharp charisma, drove with a grim determination.
His sharp features were set in a mask of fury, eyes flashing as he navigated the straight road. His grip on the steering wheel was tight, knuckles white from the strain.
In the passenger seat, his most trusted man ' Shubham ' braced himself, gripping the door handle tightly. Shubham's face was a mixture of concern and unease, feeling the storm of rage emanating from his boss. The air in the vehicle was thick with tension.
“Boss, slow down!” Shubham shouted over the deafening roar of the engine. But the mafia boss’s only response was a steely, determined expression as he pressed harder on the gas pedal, pushing the Thar to its limits.
The vehicle’s tires screeched on the asphalt as it surged forward, the setting sun casting an orange glow that contrasted sharply with the driver’s dark mood. The interior was suffused with the heat of the engine and the intensity of the mafia boss’s anger.
“You think this will change anything?” Shubham asked, trying to cut through his boss's focus.
The mafia boss’s gaze remained locked on the road, his jaw set in a firm line. The only answer was the relentless thrum of the engine and the blur of the landscape outside, as if the road itself was a battlefield for his unbridled fury.
The Thar roared down the road, its engine screaming in protest as the mafia boss remained lost in his fury. The enforcer beside him gripped the door handle, desperately trying to keep calm.
Suddenly, the roar of the engine was interrupted by a jarring screech. The Thar grazed the arm of a young woman standing too close to the road.
The impact was minor, just a slight scratch on her hand, but it was enough to send her stumbling back in shock.
The mafia boss barely noticed, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, consumed by his anger. It wasn’t until the enforcer shouted, “Boss, look back!” that he glanced at the rearview mirror.
In that fleeting moment, as the Thar continued to barrel forward, he caught sight of the girl. Her face, though partially obscured by the speed and the evening shadows, struck him with an unexpected force.
There was something captivating about her—an innocence or a beauty that pulled at him despite his rage.
He couldn’t tear his gaze away, mesmerized by the fragment of her face. But the distraction proved costly. His focus was shattered, and he failed to notice the slowing traffic ahead.
In an instant, the Thar veered off course and collided with another vehicle, the jarring impact jolting everyone inside. The engine’s roar was replaced by a cacophony of crunching metal and shattered glass.
As the dust settled and the muffled cries of alarm filled the air, the mafia boss sat in stunned silence, his anger momentarily forgotten as he stared back at the scene, a mix of regret and intrigue swirling in his mind.
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As the chaos of the crash subsided, the mafia boss and his enforcer stumbled out of the mangled Thar. The girl, still shaken, approached cautiously, her face a picture of concern.
The mafia boss, messy and bloodied from the crash, glanced up to see her standing there. Her brown eyes, wide and filled with genuine worry, seemed to pierce through his hardened exterior.
Her short stature and the cascade of black hair framed an innocent face that captivated him completely.
He was dressed in a white, fitted shirt now drenched in blood, a stark contrast to the purity of her gaze. The sight of her, so unassuming and pure in between the wreckage, left him momentarily off guard.
The distant wail of an ambulance siren pierced the air, bringing him back to reality. He blinked, trying to process the scene before him, but the effort was too much. The world around him began to blur and spin.
His vision dimmed, and as the sirens grew louder, he felt a sudden wave of darkness engulf him.
With one final, dazed glance at the girl’s concerned face, he collapsed, the last thing he saw being the gentle curve of her face framed by the encroaching shadows of unconsciousness.
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