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KABIR POV:
"What the actual fuck is going on here"
I walk into our private warehouse, where we usually meet, but the scene before me looks like something Zaryaaansh would typically do. I watch as he kneels over a man, punching him repeatedly. The man lies brutally beaten, broken, and battered on the ground, appearing lifeless.
Everyone in the room sits on couches, unfazed, not bothering to stop him because they all know - including me - that there's no way to stop him when he's in this mode. My eyes squint for a moment, and a smirk spreads across my face as I recognize the man: he's one of Malik's men. Damn.
"Dude, he's already dead, calm the fuck down" I step in but he doesn't stop as if he didn't hear me, he continues to slam his fist on the disfigured bloodied face of that man, the sound of his fist smashing his face over and over again, the sound of each blow reverberating through the room
The sound of crushing someone's bones suddenly stops as he stands and looks at me in the eye, blood dripping from his hand, I hadn't realized he'd become this much crazy for her. But now I see I was wrong - he's taking it too far.
But who I'm to question all this when I'm also on the same phase
He passes by me, and I glance around at the others. Neha seems enthralled by the scene, Ishaan looks mortified, while Aliya, aka Cherie, sits emotionless, stroking her black cat, which is onto her lap.
We used to meet here for secret projects, but not anymore, since Zaryansh has ended the Umbra Group. I assume he wants distance from all this stuff now. Yet, we still gather whenever he calls. He's an insane bastard, but little did he know whom to value or not to
He returns and begins dousing the man's body with kerosene. Pouring all of it on him, My smirk widens, anticipating what's next. He discards the empty bottle to the ground, and pulls out his lighter, instantly setting the man on fire, The flames erupt like a bonfire, engulfing him swiftly.
The fire reflects in his lifeless eyes as I step beside him. I pull out two cigarettes, using the flames to light one and offer it to him. He looks at me, scoffs, and takes it. We both drag on our cigarettes, exhaling thick smoke into the air
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