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Chapter 20: The Final Twist

As Amar and the rest of the audience began shuffling out of the theater, still buzzing with excitement and discussing the film's intense ending, the screen flickered once more. Conversations hushed, and everyone turned back toward the screen, caught off guard by the unexpected scene.

The visuals faded in, dimly illuminating an abandoned factory cloaked in shadow and menace. Shafts of pale light sliced through broken windows, casting eerie patterns across the room. In the center of the dilapidated space sat a bruised mob leader, his eyes wild with terror as he struggled against the ropes binding him to a worn-out chair. He was drenched in sweat, his face a mask of dread.

The unmistakable sound of slow, measured footsteps echoed through the factory. A figure emerged from the shadows, clad in a perfectly tailored black suit, his posture exuding a cold confidence. His face was hidden in shadow, but as he stepped into the thin line of light, the audience gasped.

It was Kamal Singh, one of Bharat's finest actors, stepping into a role no one could have anticipated. His sharp eyes gleamed with a chilling intensity, and a cruel smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. On his forearm, a black tattoo of a snake coiling around a dagger was visible, adding a sinister flair to his presence.

With a calm, almost surgical precision, Kamal reached out, gripping the mob leader's hand. The leader's panicked breathing filled the silence as Kamal calmly took out a small, gleaming blade. He toyed with it, letting the light glint menacingly off its edge. Without a word, he pressed the knife to the mob leader's finger.

"First one for failing to complete your job," Kamal said in a low, icy tone as he sliced off a finger.

The mob leader screamed, but Kamal merely tilted his head, amused, as if he were listening to a fine piece of music. With every question he asked, every time he was met with stammering or lies, he would take another finger, moving with the precision of a surgeon, his hands unwavering.

"For sending incompetent fools after a single child," Kamal taunted, slicing off another finger as the mob leader's screams echoed through the factory.

The tension in the theater was palpable; everyone's eyes were glued to the screen, entranced by Kamal Singh's masterful portrayal of this cold, calculated villain. Each movement was chillingly precise, each line delivered with an unnerving calm that sent shivers down every spine in the room. Kamal's performance was magnetic, his character chillingly ruthless, a terrifying contrast to Arjun's valor and honor.

Finally, he leaned closer to the mob leader, his voice dropping to a near-whisper as he delivered a chilling monologue. "You think your suffering matters? You think any of this matters? The boy is everything, and you are nothing. Failed plans and weak men like you don't stand a chance in the path of my vision."

Kamal glanced directly at the camera, his smile morphing into something twisted, as if he were staring right at the audience. His cold eyes locked with each person watching, breaking the fourth wall with an unsettling laugh that echoed through the theater and the minds of everyone present.

As the haunting background music reached a crescendo, the screen abruptly faded to black, leaving the theater cloaked in silence. It felt as though Kamal Singh's laughter lingered in the air, refusing to fade.

The silence was electric. Then, as if on cue, one person in the audience began to clap, soon joined by others until the theater erupted with thunderous applause. People were buzzing, some laughing in amazement, others murmuring in disbelief at what they had just witnessed.

"Did you see Kamal Singh in that role?" one man whispered to his friend. "I've never seen him like that!"

"The movie was good, but that post-climax scene? Out of this world," another chimed in, shaking his head with a look of awe.

Amar was speechless, his thoughts racing. He hadn't expected anything like this. Kamal's character—a mysterious villain with a terrifying aura—had elevated Bloody Commando to an entirely new level. It wasn't just an action movie; it was a bold statement, a promise of something more.

As he and Swathi made their way out of the theater, they overheard others enthusiastically speculating about the film's next chapter.

"They've got to make a sequel, right?" someone called out. "You can't just end it like that!"

"Kamal Singh! That's going to be talked about for weeks!" another fan exclaimed.

Amar turned to Swathi, a smile finally breaking his usual indifference. "Alright, I admit it—that was insane. This wasn't just some action movie. That ending... that villain..."

Swathi's eyes sparkled with excitement. "See, I told you! Bloody Commando was so much more than a typical army movie."

As they reached the exit, Amar glanced back at the screen, almost expecting Kamal's character to reappear. That twisted, menacing smile had left an indelible impression on him. He had never been so eager to see what would come next.

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