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In a dimly lit, isolated warehouse, the air was thick with the scent of sweat and blood. 

The only sounds that filled the room were the heavy, labored breaths of a man, the muffled groans of pain, and the occasional sharp crack of a fist meeting flesh.

Two men, tied to chairs with ropes cutting into their wrists and ankles, were slumped forward. 

Their faces were battered and bruised, eyes barely open, wincing with every movement. 

Blood trickled down from fresh cuts, mixing with sweat and dirt. 

The source of their torment stood before them, his chest heaving, his muscled body glistening with sweat and spattered with their blood.

Bhairav Ranade, stood tall and imposing, his bare chest revealing every chiseled muscle, each one tense and taut with the exertion of his violent actions. 

His fists were clenched, knuckles raw and bloodied from the relentless beating he had inflicted.

Bhairav's dark eyes burned with an intensity that was both terrifying and resolute. 

As he took a step back to catch his breath, his gaze never wavered from the men before him. 

The room's sparse lighting cast shadows across his defined biceps and shoulders, emphasizing the power and control he held over his prisoners.

"You think you can mess with Garv Shinde and get away with it?" Bhairav growled, his voice a low rumble that echoed through the empty space. "You thought wrong."

Garv Shinde, the Chief Minister of Maharashtra, was not just a political figure to Bhairav; he was family. 

Bhairav had grown up alongside Garv, their bond forged in the fires of loyalty and mutual respect. 

As Garv's personal assistant and most trusted confidant, Bhairav would do anything to protect him and his family. 

And right now, that meant ensuring these men understood the consequences of their actions.

One of the men coughed, spitting out blood before attempting to speak. "Please...we didn't mean—"

"Shut up!" Bhairav's voice cut through the man's plea like a knife. "You don't get to explain. You don't get to make excuses." 

He took a deep breath, trying to steady the rage coursing through his veins. "You only get to suffer."

He approached the man who had spoken, his fists raised again. 

Each step was deliberate, each movement measured. 

The man's eyes widened in fear, but he couldn't move, couldn't escape the punishment that was coming.

Bhairav's fist connected with the man's jaw, a sickening crack echoing in the warehouse. 

The man's head snapped back, and he let out a guttural moan, his body slumping further in the chair.

Bhairav paused, breathing heavily, the exertion and the emotional toll evident in his eyes. 

He glanced over at the second man, who was trembling, tears mingling with the blood on his face.

"Tell everyone," Bhairav said, his voice eerily calm now. "Tell them what happens when they betray Garv Shinde. Let this be a message to all."

With that, he stepped back, surveying the damage. 

His body was slick with sweat, his muscles aching from the relentless onslaught.