4yöu
Favoured Frenzy
Next, we see Kalyug standing with his men, restless and confused. He couldn’t understand how things were falling apart—but deep inside, he knew there was a traitor among them. Quietly, he crafts a fake plan, a decoy only he knows about.
Suddenly, he announces to his men,
"The minister is dead. And the country now sees me as the enemy. My power, my hideouts, my position—everything is in danger. I want you all to spread this message: that Raga and I are in this together. Let the government believe that it’s not just me—Raga too is a traitor, a monster. And now that Joseph has joined their side, it won’t be difficult to frame us all for the minister’s death and every dark deed. Go.”
Among the group is Raj, pretending to be loyal to Kalyug. As soon as he gets a chance, Raj slips away to a quiet corner and calls Jassi.
On the other side, Jassi is with Raga, Joseph, and their men.
Jassi steps aside to answer: “Any news?”
Raj tells him,
Kalyug has made a new plan. He’s going to stage evidence so that the law sees all of us as a threat to the nation. This way, no one can rule Mumbai alone. And he plans to do it through Joseph—the same Joseph who’s now with you.
Jassi hangs up, unsettled. This wasn’t something he or Dhruv had anticipated. He decides to tell Joseph and Raga so they can work together to ruin Kalyug’s game. Joseph, once Kalyug’s man, had now joined Raga.
After listening, Joseph says,
"Before anything else, do what I say. I still know many of Kalyug’s running hideouts. Go there and collect all the proof. We’ll trap him in his own net before he traps us. Kalyug doesn’t have much against us."
Raga silently smiles, sensing the beginning of Kalyug’s downfall.
Jassi gathers his men and, following Joseph’s directions, heads to one of Kalyug’s hideouts. He also informs Raj so he can come if help is needed.
What they find there shakes them—
Girls held captive, in what once was an NGO but had now become a prison. Seeing their condition, Jassi feels a deep ache. How cruel can someone be?
He discreetly messages Raj:
"We have to rescue these girls. First, I’ll get them out using Raga’s men. While we’re moving them, Dhruv will help us take them all to safety."
Raj loves the idea. Soon after, Raga’s men and Jassi storm the place, attacking Kalyug’s men. Mid-battle, Joseph calls Jassi,
"Go underground. That’s where they’ve hidden bodies of other girls. You’ll find all the evidence you need against Kalyug."
Following his lead, Jassi and his men descend.
The underground is pitch dark—some switch on phone flashlights, others flick lighters.
Then—
Gunfire erupts out of nowhere.
In the flashes of light, an ambush rains down. Panic spreads. They try to escape, but more men appear, blocking every path. Advanced guns blaze, and Raga’s men fall one by one.
Suddenly, the lights come on.
Blood and bodies everywhere. The air reeks of death and gunpowder.
And there stands Joseph.
Beside him, an empty chair.
Joseph claps slowly,
"Welcome, Jassi."
In that instant, the truth hits—Joseph has betrayed them. He was always Kalyug’s man.
Kalyug’s soldiers surround the survivors at gunpoint. Jassi feels crushed.
"So this was your game? You think you’re the only one who can outsmart us?"
Heavy footsteps approach. The men part.
Kalyug walks in, a cigarette in his hand, his face carved in fury.
Jassi’s phone is snatched away. Joseph and Kalyug stand face-to-face with him. Then, Kalyug’s men drag Raj in—badly beaten, blood dripping from his mouth, bruised and broken.
Raj and Jassi exchange a glance. Both know—they’ve lost.
Kalyug grabs Raj by the throat, pressing him against the wall, smoke curling from his lips. Then, with brutal force, he slams him into the wall. Raj collapses, bleeding.
Jassi shouts,
"If you have guts, fight me one on one, coward!"
Kalyug signals his men to release Jassi. Jassi lunges forward, fists flying, managing to pin Kalyug down and land a few punches. Blood spills from Kalyug’s mouth. He grips Jassi by the throat, throws him off, and climbs on top, punching harder and harder.
When Jassi rises to strike again, Kalyug lands a blow right between his jaw and throat. Jassi goes numb. Kalyug kicks his stomach, forcing him to his knees, then rolls up his sleeve and smashes his elbow into Jassi’s face again and again.
Jassi coughs blood.
Kalyug pulls a knife from his waistband, drags Jassi by the hair, and plunges the blade deep into his neck. Blow after blow, until Jassi’s head nearly comes apart.
"Take him," Kalyug orders coldly, "Throw his body at Raga’s feet. And tell them… as long as Kalyug lives, there will be no other king."
None of them know yet—Joseph’s betrayal is still hidden from Raga.
Next, we saw Raga sitting at his base. Somehow Joseph had also come there so that no suspicion would fall on him.
An hour later, cars suddenly started arriving—three or four of them. On the front of one car, Jassi’s dead body was tied and hanging, so that fear of Kalyug would return among Raga and his men. They threw Jassi’s body at Raga’s feet and said coldly that this would be the fate of everyone. Then they got into their cars and drove away.
They could not attack Raga there; that place was Raga’s stronghold. Before Raga could react, they were already gone.
Raga covered his face with both hands. Tears filled his eyes because Jassi had been close to him. He removed his glasses, kept them aside, and stared at the body. For the first time, he was not angry—only silent.
The scene shifted to the underground, the place where Joseph and Kalyug had killed Jassi. As they came out, from a distance, hidden behind a tree, Aadil had seen everything.
He had recorded it all: how they carried Jassi’s body away, how Joseph walked away from that place. And he had sent everything to Raga.
Aadil’s eyes were wet, and he was troubled, but he knew he had to stay alive. He also wanted all of this to end.
Raga stood with his men and read every message from Aadil. He was burning with anger, but Aadil told him not to act yet. They would plan something else—through Joseph, they would kill Kalyug. Until then, Raga had to pretend that he still knew nothing about Joseph.
Here we see Raga, tormented by Jassi’s death. The rage inside him simmers quietly, though he already knows one thing for sure—Joseph is a man of Kalyug, only pretending to stand with him.
In front of Raga lies Jassi’s lifeless body, and beside him, the grinding whir of deadly machines fills the air as his men sharpen knives and swords. One circular blade spins so fast that the metal hums like a predator, inches away from Raga and Joseph.
Joseph breaks the silence, “So… what’s next, Raga? Tell me… how are we going to end Kalyug?”
Raga’s eyes burn with fury, but he says nothing. He already has a plan carved into his mind.
At that moment, one of Raga’s men walks in and says mockingly, loud enough for everyone to hear,
“Raga… why don’t we just say it? Joseph and Kalyug—both are the same. They killed Jassi together. Let’s just prove it.”
The sarcasm hits Joseph like a blade itself. Joseph snaps, “What nonsense are you talking? Raga, talk some sense into your dog!”
But Raga doesn’t talk.
In a flash, he grabs Joseph by the neck and slams his face into the spinning blade. The steel tears through flesh like paper. The blade chews Joseph’s face apart, splattering blood in hot, crimson streaks across Raga’s face.
As Joseph screams, Raga presses his head harder into the spinning steel, whispering coldly,
“This… this is my plan. And after this, I’ll scatter your remains across your own hideouts.”
Moments later, Raga storms into Kalyug’s largest hideout—the very place where Jassi was murdered. Adil’s sources had led him here. He isn’t here to hide anymore. He’s here for war.
In his hand, he carries Joseph’s severed head like a trophy, a declaration that fear no longer lives in him.
Raga has come with 30-40 men, all armed to the teeth. They burst inside, guns blazing, mowing down Kalyug’s men in a rain of bullets. Chaos erupts—blood splatters walls, screams fill the hall.
Adil watches from a distance as the hideout turns into a slaughterhouse.
Inside, the hideout itself is like a nightmare—a four-floor structure with a hollow circular center, lined with cages where 10-12 terrified girls are packed into each cell like animals. And in one of those cages, beaten and broken, is Raj—Dhruv’s man.
This was Kalyug’s darkest secret.
Joseph’s plan had been to lure Raga here so they could kill him. Instead, Joseph’s own death has opened the gates of hell.
Gunfire roars through the compound until Raga’s men completely take over. In the central circle, Raga sits on a chair his men bring, as they drag out the local boss who ran this place for Kalyug.
They throw the trembling man at Raga’s feet. Raga calmly places his boot on the man’s head and grinds it into the floor.
The man screams for mercy, “Spare me, Raga! Please! I’ll do whatever you say!”
Raga leans down, his voice like ice, “Call Kalyug. Show him what I’ve done to his kingdom.”
All around, Kalyug’s men are being dragged, butchered, and tossed like garbage into the center circle. Gunfire, screams, the sobbing of girls—it’s a symphony of terror.
A trembling hand dials Kalyug’s number on video call.
Kalyug answers.
Raga snatches the phone.
For the first time, Raga and Kalyug come face to face.
Kalyug’s face is a mask of fury. Raga, on the other hand, is unnervingly calm.
Raga speaks first.
“How are you, Aadi?”
Kalyug snarls, “How dare you walk into my world, Raga?”
Raga smirks. “Dare? You talk to me about daring? Did you forget how I beat you once before?”
Kalyug laughs darkly. “And you forget, Raga, how I stripped you of your power, made you crawl through filth like a dog? You and your family—how I crushed you!”
Raga’s grin only grows.
“Oh, I remember… I remember everything. And now, look around. Your empire—burned. Your men—dead. Your deals—gone. I’ve dragged you down from your throne back into the dirt. I’ve made you a common thug again.”
He pauses, then says with venom,
“And now, I’m thinking of burning this entire place to ash—your human trafficking empire, your secrets, everything.”
Kalyug roars, “Raga! Don’t you dare!”
“Calm yourself, Aadi,” Raga whispers. “If you want to save it, come here. Face me.”
Kalyug snarls, “Wait for me. I’m coming!”
The call ends.
Raga turns to his men. “Tonight, I’ll
kill Kalyug in front of all of you. And when I’m done, I’ll burn his kingdom to the ground.”
An hour later, a convoy of cars storms into the compound. Kalyug’s men spill out, guns blazing.
Adil calls Dhruv, “It’s happening. Today, one of them will die. Be ready!”
Dhruv, with Kavya beside him, coldly replies, “Jassi’s revenge will be written in their blood.”
A fierce gun battle erupts. Grenades explode. Smoke and dirt cloud the air.
Then, a car comes speeding in—Kalyug leaps out mid-motion, sending the vehicle crashing into Raga’s men.
BOOM!
The car explodes like a fireball, sending bodies flying. Using the chaos, Kalyug’s men gain the upper hand. More cars come crashing in, rigged with explosives, turning the battlefield into a storm of fire and death.
And in the middle of it all, Kalyug walks forward, every step promising that tonight, one of them will fall.
Outside the compound, Kalyug had taken full control. His men had forced Raga’s troops back, sealing off the entire perimeter.
Kalyug, eyes blazing, divided his forces.
“You, get upstairs. Attack them from above.
You—come with me.
The rest—stay outside and block every way out.”
Then, like a storm, he marched inside.
Inside, Raga sat calmly on a chair, smiling coldly as Kalyug entered. A thick ring of men surrounded him like predators circling prey.
The first attack came from above. Grenades rained down into the circle, exploding with deafening blasts. Flames and smoke swallowed the room, hurling Raga’s men to the ground.
Kalyug’s men descended like wolves—guns blazing, cutting down anyone who stood before them.
Blood smeared the walls and the iron bars.
Screams of terrified girls filled the air, mixed with the roar of gunfire. They hid in corners, covering their ears, tears streaming down their faces.
In the chaos, Raga seized a grenade from a fallen enemy, ripped the pin out, and hurled it back toward Kalyug’s side. The explosion shredded men on both sides.
“Take their grenades!” Raga roared.
Hand-to-hand combat erupted, steel against steel, men clawing at each other for weapons.
Kalyug carved a path through the chaos, slaughtering Raga’s men one by one with gunfire, knives, even bare hands.
Blood drenched the floor.
The air became thick with screams, sobs, and the metallic stench of death.
Then Kalyug unleashed every grenade he had left. The simultaneous blasts ripped the hall apart—his men fell, Raga’s men were shredded, and the circle became a furnace of destruction.
The blast threw Raga off his feet. His gun flew from his hands, and he collapsed, injured and dazed.
Kalyug strode towards him, pressing a gun to Raga’s head.
“STOP!” Kalyug shouted.
“Your leader is at my feet! You have one choice—join me or watch him die. Protecting him will cost you your lives!”
One by one, Raga’s surviving men threw down their weapons. Betrayal. They joined Kalyug’s side.
Now the circle was sealed.
In the center: Kalyug and Raga.
“No one interfere,” Kalyug ordered. “From here, it’s just you and me.”
Raga staggered to his feet, a faint, bloody smile on his face. His shirt was torn, soaked with blood, and his face was streaked with crimson.
Kalyug stood opposite him, muscles tense, blood stains on his shirt.
The two predators lunged.
Kalyug leapt in with a brutal kick aimed at Raga’s face—but Raga twisted, caught his leg midair, and slammed him to the ground.
Kalyug rose, shocked, brushing his long hair from his face.
He charged again. Raga dodged, grabbed him by the throat, spun him, and threw him down.
“Without your army, you’re nothing,” Raga snarled.
Kalyug smirked as he stood again.
Raga surged forward and drove his knee deep into Kalyug’s stomach. Blood spewed from Kalyug’s mouth as he crashed to the floor.
Raga clapped his hands clean, then yanked Kalyug up by his hair—
—only for Kalyug to whip a hidden punch upward into Raga’s jaw.
Raga reeled back.
Kalyug struck fast: a flying knee to the head, then spun into a tornado kick that sent Raga flying.
Both men were bleeding now. Raga lay gasping.
But as Kalyug approached, Raga kicked his leg out from under him, tripping him.
In one fluid motion, Raga leapt up, tackled Kalyug, and rained down fists, pounding his skull mercilessly.
Kalyug, half-blinded, flipped Raga over, smashing an elbow into Raga’s nose. Blood exploded across the floor.
Then Kalyug unleashed a storm of punches, each one splitting skin and bone, until Raga’s face was barely recognizable.
He dragged Raga up by the collar and slammed his head into the iron bars. Blood streaked down the steel.
Another spinning kick—Raga’s nose shattered completely.
Kalyug’s men laughed as Raga fell, broken and bleeding.
Breathing hard, Kalyug snarled:
“Last time, you escaped because of your men. I destroyed your empire single-handed. And today, no one will save you.”
He ripped his blood-soaked shirt from his chest, muscles flexing, his body scarred from battle.
Then he drove his fists into Raga’s grenade wounds, over and over, until blood gushed from fresh tears in his flesh.
The ground became a pool of red.
Kalyug ripped Raga’s shirt apart, dragged his battered body across the floor, and stomped on his skull.
Raga tried to rise—once. Twice.
The third time, Kalyug’s boot smashed his head to the ground, knocking him out cold.
Knife in hand, Kalyug knelt.
He sliced deep into Raga’s open wounds.
Blood sprayed across his face.
He spat on Raga’s mangled face. Then, laughing, he pulled a grenade, yanked the pin, shoved it into Raga’s mouth, and jumped back.
BOOM.
The explosion tore Raga’s head apart, spraying the circle with gore.
Kalyug stood, dripping with Raga’s blood, lifted his shattered corpse, and roared:
“This is what happens to anyone who defies me!”
He laughed like a madman, his voice echoing across the silent hall.
“Now… who’s left?”
One of his men whispered: “Only Dhruv.”
Kalyug’s grin widened.
“Then Dhruv’s end has come.”
Outside, Adil, seeing the massacre, called Dhruv immediately.
Suddenly, he announces to his men,
"The minister is dead. And the country now sees me as the enemy. My power, my hideouts, my position—everything is in danger. I want you all to spread this message: that Raga and I are in this together. Let the government believe that it’s not just me—Raga too is a traitor, a monster. And now that Joseph has joined their side, it won’t be difficult to frame us all for the minister’s death and every dark deed. Go.”
Among the group is Raj, pretending to be loyal to Kalyug. As soon as he gets a chance, Raj slips away to a quiet corner and calls Jassi.
On the other side, Jassi is with Raga, Joseph, and their men.
Jassi steps aside to answer: “Any news?”
Raj tells him,
Kalyug has made a new plan. He’s going to stage evidence so that the law sees all of us as a threat to the nation. This way, no one can rule Mumbai alone. And he plans to do it through Joseph—the same Joseph who’s now with you.
Jassi hangs up, unsettled. This wasn’t something he or Dhruv had anticipated. He decides to tell Joseph and Raga so they can work together to ruin Kalyug’s game. Joseph, once Kalyug’s man, had now joined Raga.
After listening, Joseph says,
"Before anything else, do what I say. I still know many of Kalyug’s running hideouts. Go there and collect all the proof. We’ll trap him in his own net before he traps us. Kalyug doesn’t have much against us."
Raga silently smiles, sensing the beginning of Kalyug’s downfall.
Jassi gathers his men and, following Joseph’s directions, heads to one of Kalyug’s hideouts. He also informs Raj so he can come if help is needed.
What they find there shakes them—
Girls held captive, in what once was an NGO but had now become a prison. Seeing their condition, Jassi feels a deep ache. How cruel can someone be?
He discreetly messages Raj:
"We have to rescue these girls. First, I’ll get them out using Raga’s men. While we’re moving them, Dhruv will help us take them all to safety."
Raj loves the idea. Soon after, Raga’s men and Jassi storm the place, attacking Kalyug’s men. Mid-battle, Joseph calls Jassi,
"Go underground. That’s where they’ve hidden bodies of other girls. You’ll find all the evidence you need against Kalyug."
Following his lead, Jassi and his men descend.
The underground is pitch dark—some switch on phone flashlights, others flick lighters.
Then—
Gunfire erupts out of nowhere.
In the flashes of light, an ambush rains down. Panic spreads. They try to escape, but more men appear, blocking every path. Advanced guns blaze, and Raga’s men fall one by one.
Suddenly, the lights come on.
Blood and bodies everywhere. The air reeks of death and gunpowder.
And there stands Joseph.
Beside him, an empty chair.
Joseph claps slowly,
"Welcome, Jassi."
In that instant, the truth hits—Joseph has betrayed them. He was always Kalyug’s man.
Kalyug’s soldiers surround the survivors at gunpoint. Jassi feels crushed.
"So this was your game? You think you’re the only one who can outsmart us?"
Heavy footsteps approach. The men part.
Kalyug walks in, a cigarette in his hand, his face carved in fury.
Jassi’s phone is snatched away. Joseph and Kalyug stand face-to-face with him. Then, Kalyug’s men drag Raj in—badly beaten, blood dripping from his mouth, bruised and broken.
Raj and Jassi exchange a glance. Both know—they’ve lost.
Kalyug grabs Raj by the throat, pressing him against the wall, smoke curling from his lips. Then, with brutal force, he slams him into the wall. Raj collapses, bleeding.
Jassi shouts,
"If you have guts, fight me one on one, coward!"
Kalyug signals his men to release Jassi. Jassi lunges forward, fists flying, managing to pin Kalyug down and land a few punches. Blood spills from Kalyug’s mouth. He grips Jassi by the throat, throws him off, and climbs on top, punching harder and harder.
When Jassi rises to strike again, Kalyug lands a blow right between his jaw and throat. Jassi goes numb. Kalyug kicks his stomach, forcing him to his knees, then rolls up his sleeve and smashes his elbow into Jassi’s face again and again.
Jassi coughs blood.
Kalyug pulls a knife from his waistband, drags Jassi by the hair, and plunges the blade deep into his neck. Blow after blow, until Jassi’s head nearly comes apart.
"Take him," Kalyug orders coldly, "Throw his body at Raga’s feet. And tell them… as long as Kalyug lives, there will be no other king."
None of them know yet—Joseph’s betrayal is still hidden from Raga.
Next, we saw Raga sitting at his base. Somehow Joseph had also come there so that no suspicion would fall on him.
An hour later, cars suddenly started arriving—three or four of them. On the front of one car, Jassi’s dead body was tied and hanging, so that fear of Kalyug would return among Raga and his men. They threw Jassi’s body at Raga’s feet and said coldly that this would be the fate of everyone. Then they got into their cars and drove away.
They could not attack Raga there; that place was Raga’s stronghold. Before Raga could react, they were already gone.
Raga covered his face with both hands. Tears filled his eyes because Jassi had been close to him. He removed his glasses, kept them aside, and stared at the body. For the first time, he was not angry—only silent.
The scene shifted to the underground, the place where Joseph and Kalyug had killed Jassi. As they came out, from a distance, hidden behind a tree, Aadil had seen everything.
He had recorded it all: how they carried Jassi’s body away, how Joseph walked away from that place. And he had sent everything to Raga.
Aadil’s eyes were wet, and he was troubled, but he knew he had to stay alive. He also wanted all of this to end.
Raga stood with his men and read every message from Aadil. He was burning with anger, but Aadil told him not to act yet. They would plan something else—through Joseph, they would kill Kalyug. Until then, Raga had to pretend that he still knew nothing about Joseph.
Here we see Raga, tormented by Jassi’s death. The rage inside him simmers quietly, though he already knows one thing for sure—Joseph is a man of Kalyug, only pretending to stand with him.
In front of Raga lies Jassi’s lifeless body, and beside him, the grinding whir of deadly machines fills the air as his men sharpen knives and swords. One circular blade spins so fast that the metal hums like a predator, inches away from Raga and Joseph.
Joseph breaks the silence, “So… what’s next, Raga? Tell me… how are we going to end Kalyug?”
Raga’s eyes burn with fury, but he says nothing. He already has a plan carved into his mind.
At that moment, one of Raga’s men walks in and says mockingly, loud enough for everyone to hear,
“Raga… why don’t we just say it? Joseph and Kalyug—both are the same. They killed Jassi together. Let’s just prove it.”
The sarcasm hits Joseph like a blade itself. Joseph snaps, “What nonsense are you talking? Raga, talk some sense into your dog!”
But Raga doesn’t talk.
In a flash, he grabs Joseph by the neck and slams his face into the spinning blade. The steel tears through flesh like paper. The blade chews Joseph’s face apart, splattering blood in hot, crimson streaks across Raga’s face.
As Joseph screams, Raga presses his head harder into the spinning steel, whispering coldly,
“This… this is my plan. And after this, I’ll scatter your remains across your own hideouts.”
Moments later, Raga storms into Kalyug’s largest hideout—the very place where Jassi was murdered. Adil’s sources had led him here. He isn’t here to hide anymore. He’s here for war.
In his hand, he carries Joseph’s severed head like a trophy, a declaration that fear no longer lives in him.
Raga has come with 30-40 men, all armed to the teeth. They burst inside, guns blazing, mowing down Kalyug’s men in a rain of bullets. Chaos erupts—blood splatters walls, screams fill the hall.
Adil watches from a distance as the hideout turns into a slaughterhouse.
Inside, the hideout itself is like a nightmare—a four-floor structure with a hollow circular center, lined with cages where 10-12 terrified girls are packed into each cell like animals. And in one of those cages, beaten and broken, is Raj—Dhruv’s man.
This was Kalyug’s darkest secret.
Joseph’s plan had been to lure Raga here so they could kill him. Instead, Joseph’s own death has opened the gates of hell.
Gunfire roars through the compound until Raga’s men completely take over. In the central circle, Raga sits on a chair his men bring, as they drag out the local boss who ran this place for Kalyug.
They throw the trembling man at Raga’s feet. Raga calmly places his boot on the man’s head and grinds it into the floor.
The man screams for mercy, “Spare me, Raga! Please! I’ll do whatever you say!”
Raga leans down, his voice like ice, “Call Kalyug. Show him what I’ve done to his kingdom.”
All around, Kalyug’s men are being dragged, butchered, and tossed like garbage into the center circle. Gunfire, screams, the sobbing of girls—it’s a symphony of terror.
A trembling hand dials Kalyug’s number on video call.
Kalyug answers.
Raga snatches the phone.
For the first time, Raga and Kalyug come face to face.
Kalyug’s face is a mask of fury. Raga, on the other hand, is unnervingly calm.
Raga speaks first.
“How are you, Aadi?”
Kalyug snarls, “How dare you walk into my world, Raga?”
Raga smirks. “Dare? You talk to me about daring? Did you forget how I beat you once before?”
Kalyug laughs darkly. “And you forget, Raga, how I stripped you of your power, made you crawl through filth like a dog? You and your family—how I crushed you!”
Raga’s grin only grows.
“Oh, I remember… I remember everything. And now, look around. Your empire—burned. Your men—dead. Your deals—gone. I’ve dragged you down from your throne back into the dirt. I’ve made you a common thug again.”
He pauses, then says with venom,
“And now, I’m thinking of burning this entire place to ash—your human trafficking empire, your secrets, everything.”
Kalyug roars, “Raga! Don’t you dare!”
“Calm yourself, Aadi,” Raga whispers. “If you want to save it, come here. Face me.”
Kalyug snarls, “Wait for me. I’m coming!”
The call ends.
Raga turns to his men. “Tonight, I’ll
kill Kalyug in front of all of you. And when I’m done, I’ll burn his kingdom to the ground.”
An hour later, a convoy of cars storms into the compound. Kalyug’s men spill out, guns blazing.
Adil calls Dhruv, “It’s happening. Today, one of them will die. Be ready!”
Dhruv, with Kavya beside him, coldly replies, “Jassi’s revenge will be written in their blood.”
A fierce gun battle erupts. Grenades explode. Smoke and dirt cloud the air.
Then, a car comes speeding in—Kalyug leaps out mid-motion, sending the vehicle crashing into Raga’s men.
BOOM!
The car explodes like a fireball, sending bodies flying. Using the chaos, Kalyug’s men gain the upper hand. More cars come crashing in, rigged with explosives, turning the battlefield into a storm of fire and death.
And in the middle of it all, Kalyug walks forward, every step promising that tonight, one of them will fall.
Outside the compound, Kalyug had taken full control. His men had forced Raga’s troops back, sealing off the entire perimeter.
Kalyug, eyes blazing, divided his forces.
“You, get upstairs. Attack them from above.
You—come with me.
The rest—stay outside and block every way out.”
Then, like a storm, he marched inside.
Inside, Raga sat calmly on a chair, smiling coldly as Kalyug entered. A thick ring of men surrounded him like predators circling prey.
The first attack came from above. Grenades rained down into the circle, exploding with deafening blasts. Flames and smoke swallowed the room, hurling Raga’s men to the ground.
Kalyug’s men descended like wolves—guns blazing, cutting down anyone who stood before them.
Blood smeared the walls and the iron bars.
Screams of terrified girls filled the air, mixed with the roar of gunfire. They hid in corners, covering their ears, tears streaming down their faces.
In the chaos, Raga seized a grenade from a fallen enemy, ripped the pin out, and hurled it back toward Kalyug’s side. The explosion shredded men on both sides.
“Take their grenades!” Raga roared.
Hand-to-hand combat erupted, steel against steel, men clawing at each other for weapons.
Kalyug carved a path through the chaos, slaughtering Raga’s men one by one with gunfire, knives, even bare hands.
Blood drenched the floor.
The air became thick with screams, sobs, and the metallic stench of death.
Then Kalyug unleashed every grenade he had left. The simultaneous blasts ripped the hall apart—his men fell, Raga’s men were shredded, and the circle became a furnace of destruction.
The blast threw Raga off his feet. His gun flew from his hands, and he collapsed, injured and dazed.
Kalyug strode towards him, pressing a gun to Raga’s head.
“STOP!” Kalyug shouted.
“Your leader is at my feet! You have one choice—join me or watch him die. Protecting him will cost you your lives!”
One by one, Raga’s surviving men threw down their weapons. Betrayal. They joined Kalyug’s side.
Now the circle was sealed.
In the center: Kalyug and Raga.
“No one interfere,” Kalyug ordered. “From here, it’s just you and me.”
Raga staggered to his feet, a faint, bloody smile on his face. His shirt was torn, soaked with blood, and his face was streaked with crimson.
Kalyug stood opposite him, muscles tense, blood stains on his shirt.
The two predators lunged.
Kalyug leapt in with a brutal kick aimed at Raga’s face—but Raga twisted, caught his leg midair, and slammed him to the ground.
Kalyug rose, shocked, brushing his long hair from his face.
He charged again. Raga dodged, grabbed him by the throat, spun him, and threw him down.
“Without your army, you’re nothing,” Raga snarled.
Kalyug smirked as he stood again.
Raga surged forward and drove his knee deep into Kalyug’s stomach. Blood spewed from Kalyug’s mouth as he crashed to the floor.
Raga clapped his hands clean, then yanked Kalyug up by his hair—
—only for Kalyug to whip a hidden punch upward into Raga’s jaw.
Raga reeled back.
Kalyug struck fast: a flying knee to the head, then spun into a tornado kick that sent Raga flying.
Both men were bleeding now. Raga lay gasping.
But as Kalyug approached, Raga kicked his leg out from under him, tripping him.
In one fluid motion, Raga leapt up, tackled Kalyug, and rained down fists, pounding his skull mercilessly.
Kalyug, half-blinded, flipped Raga over, smashing an elbow into Raga’s nose. Blood exploded across the floor.
Then Kalyug unleashed a storm of punches, each one splitting skin and bone, until Raga’s face was barely recognizable.
He dragged Raga up by the collar and slammed his head into the iron bars. Blood streaked down the steel.
Another spinning kick—Raga’s nose shattered completely.
Kalyug’s men laughed as Raga fell, broken and bleeding.
Breathing hard, Kalyug snarled:
“Last time, you escaped because of your men. I destroyed your empire single-handed. And today, no one will save you.”
He ripped his blood-soaked shirt from his chest, muscles flexing, his body scarred from battle.
Then he drove his fists into Raga’s grenade wounds, over and over, until blood gushed from fresh tears in his flesh.
The ground became a pool of red.
Kalyug ripped Raga’s shirt apart, dragged his battered body across the floor, and stomped on his skull.
Raga tried to rise—once. Twice.
The third time, Kalyug’s boot smashed his head to the ground, knocking him out cold.
Knife in hand, Kalyug knelt.
He sliced deep into Raga’s open wounds.
Blood sprayed across his face.
He spat on Raga’s mangled face. Then, laughing, he pulled a grenade, yanked the pin, shoved it into Raga’s mouth, and jumped back.
BOOM.
The explosion tore Raga’s head apart, spraying the circle with gore.
Kalyug stood, dripping with Raga’s blood, lifted his shattered corpse, and roared:
“This is what happens to anyone who defies me!”
He laughed like a madman, his voice echoing across the silent hall.
“Now… who’s left?”
One of his men whispered: “Only Dhruv.”
Kalyug’s grin widened.
“Then Dhruv’s end has come.”
Outside, Adil, seeing the massacre, called Dhruv immediately.