Shake Ur Spine

Taking down the one holding Veer and Sarkar captive first, followed by all the other commandos in a single wave by hurling his blade-heavy throwing knives straight into their c.h.e.s.ts, Rangeela hopped onto against Raghav on his hoverboard from the back, knocking his gun off of his hands and landed right in front of him, pointing his favorite Glock 17 semi-automatic pistol at his face, in his anger spiced Ranook, sharp enough to kill with.

"My man here can alone take out 1500 of your tatthoos, so five wouldn't stand a chance. You are here for your girl, right! Beat him, and she is all yours." walking down the steps of the balcony and tugging Rashmi to his side away from Raghav, Veer said, keeping his hand on Rangeela's shoulder.

Pulling back his gun, Rangeela dropped it on the floor, giving a swaggered strut look while Veer took Rashmi away, leaving them alone to fight when Raghav reeled Rangeela under his well-aimed punch, throwing him onto a casino table, breaking through the pub wall.

Grabbing Rangeela by his collar, Raghav punched him on his stomach and then on his face, flinging him onto the beer bottles on the counter.

Thinking he deserves some pain and punishment for leaving Veer and Sarkar vulnerable, Rangeela continued to take even Raghav's worst punches, showing the same swag, giving his strut smile.

But when Veer signaled to stop playing around and finish him off, Rangeela, placing his feet about shoulder-width apart and planting them firmly on the ground, bent his elbows, keeping them locked, putting his fists up guarding his face, and landed a powerful hardcore kick on Raghav's face just below the jaw by swinging his right leg upward, knocking him unconscious.

"Commando, ah? Beard would always be under the Moustache, no matter how larger and longer it grows. People call me Rangeela for sailing No land ship, glitching Powerline switch, showing you arrogant little brats your place. Let's go then." grabbing his military jacket collar, Rangeela dragged Raghav all through the way down to Sarkar.

"Sarkar! This slave of yours brought your enemy onto your feet. Command."

When Veer let go of Rashmi, she ran to her Raghav, seeing him unconscious and beaten to death. "Raghav...! Raghav? Please, I beg you, leave him alive! Please! Don't kill him!"

"You pissed me off for this commando, right, now see its consequence!" Veer shouted at Rashmi's face, hauling her up by wildly grabbing her hair, and pushed her onto the ground to his feet.

"Please! Please, sir! Kill me instead cause it's my mistake but leave him alive! I am cadging you all, please! I did this big blender, please, forgive me! I am ready to do whatever you say, just let him go alive, please!" Rashmi joined her hands in front of Sarkar, weeping for her Raghav's life.

"Only on one condition, we will spare his life, that's when you cheerfully get dress up in your wedding attire for your marriage!" Sarkar offered her a death reliever for Raghav.

"Veera! Sometimes, you should try to listen to your woman's plead! Let him go! We want our bride, and she wants her fiance's life! Granted! Your commando will step outside and you inside!" Veer, controlling his anger, held back his gun listening to Sarkar's order while Rangeela was standing unaffected, folding his hands in front of Sarkar with Rashmi, shedding tears.

At 10:00 in the night, Veer, closing his eyes, resting, lying in his royal bathtub, remembered the disastrous shoot out in his mahal and what he did to Raghav later.

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"I haven't seen a fool like you for a long time now. Secretly entering my Berahampur, attacking my mahal, killing my people, without informing local police or your force, playing Abhimanyu in Mahabharata. Look where it got you finally. Abhimanyu died when he entered the Chakravyuh, just like you will in a few minutes, serving as the dinner for the crocodiles in our pond. Before sunrise, you, your name, and your identity will vanish into thin air." completing his speech, Veer killed Raghav, shooting in his head.

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Getting up from his bathtub, and wearing his robe, Veer shouted Rangeela's name furiously. Rangeela, who was standing outside the room rushed inside, closed the door with a terrified look on his face and started walking slowly towards Veer.

Veer ordered Rangeela to lift the water pot on the stand, empty it on himself and to throw it down when done and he followed those orders instantly, getting soaked up completely.

"That commander entered my mahal without my permission. He had to die. But instead, he took 400 men of our own in death along with him. All that happened is on you, only you." Veer said angrily.

"Maalik? Because of me? I ..." Rangeela got interrupted by Veer, saying "You, what? What did you do? I trusted you and handed over Berahampur's protection to you, didn't I? Then how did that commander entered our city with four of his men? Tell me, how?" Veer slapped Rangeela, asking and shouting at him.

Sitting on one edge of his bathtub, Veer took a rope made of cloth, chained Rangeela around his neck with it and pulled it making him bent to the ground on his knees.

"I committed a huge mistake, Maalik. I did a big mistake. I didn't see it coming." Rangeela said, downing his head.

"I never did anything wrong to you. You are the only Ghulaam whom I treated like my brother. I let you live freely. Didn't I?" Veer asked.

"Yes, Maalik. I am free, and my every breathe is for you. I don't know who my dad is. But, you are more than my dad to me. My food, my clothes, my guns, my talent, everything is yours. I don't know how such a big mistake was happened by me, why I couldn't be here on time." Rangeela replied with a sad and feared voice.

"Oh, sorry I forgot, you were busy, devoting yourself to the god, Lord Shiva, how could you be on time? How could you hear those commanders gunshots? So, I have decided, from now on, you have to decide who you will devote yourself completely to, me or your god. Decide!" Veer asked Rangeela, shouting at him.

An immense silence flood the room.

"You, my lord!" he replied with tears curling in his eyes. Veer him on his head and offered his half-eaten chocolate to him, which he took with a gratifying smile.