Shoot out

"Took you kayaars ( TL:- means cowards) long enough to come"

It was a dark and musty room with its only source of light being the opened and burning lighter placed on the wooden table at the centre

Aryan and Osho entered the room and froze upon seeing the scene.

The gangsters from their gang were lying all over the room. Many of them were bleeding from bullets wounds and some were even lying on the floor and biting down on a towel while treating their wounds.

The one who spoke was leader of the group.

His name was Malik Ahmed.

He himself had a bullet wound on shoulder and wrapped it up with a cloth.

He did n't even bother to look at them and said

"You guys won't get any shares in our loot of the Mudiliar gangs den. It's your punishment"

Osho wanted to protest

"But!.."

But Aryan stopped and said while smiling

"We understand sir"

Malik raised his eyebrows when he heard Aryan talk

"You changed your accent? You sound like one of those posh Gujarati businessmen kids"

Aryan was stumped he didn't expect anyone to recognise his accent

Malik laughed out loud

"A drunk debtor copying a rich kids accent! Your hoping that makes you rich by a miracle huh. What a bunch of 'murks'(TL:- Fools)"

Osho was very angry

"My boss is not a fool!"

Malik suddenly raised his voice

"You ******* are you calling boss huh, you got ***** for brains?Get **** out of here you losers"

Osho had already though up of a number of colourful cuss words to reply back to Malik but Aryan placed a hand on his shoulder and shook his head.

Osho calmed and signed

Aryan looked at the gang and said

"We are sorry for what happened we will leave now then"

Malik simply said

"Just get lost"

Aryan and Osho began to walk away

However suddenly while walking the old stairs of bungalow Aryan began to feel his heart beating wildly.

'Something is going to happen?!'

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Booombb! Bang!"

Suddenly the house was bombarded with a spray do bullets.

Aryan immediately pulled Osho down and covered his head. He closed his eyes a wooden chips were dislodged from the ceiling while bullets hit it.

There were some groans and cusses from the room they left

"Ahhhhhhh! ********* sala"

"No ***** get away****"

However the shower of bullets never stopped and soon even those cusses and groans stopped.

After a while the shower of bullets stopped and the bungalow descended into silence.

Aryan tried to take a peek at the room and his eyes shook from what he saw

Most the gang members were all lying on the floor with bullets riddled all over their body.

The group leader who earlier insulted them was also lying on the floor with his eyes open and q bullet hole in his head.

Aryan was still reeling from the shock when he suddenly heard the sounds of footsteps coming from below.

He quickly pulled Osho who seemed a little limp, got up and hid behind a door to an adjacent room.

Soon a young man emerged from the stairs.

He was wearing white shirt and a dhoti

Aryan who was peaking from the stairs thought

'It's must be him who shot them dead'

The young man passed his door without noticing him and Osho and walked into the other room where the gangsters were previously residing when they were alive.

The young man suddenly kicked the body of Malik and said

"What a bunch of 'muttals' ( TL- idiots) it was so easy for me to track you down here."

He bent down and started sifting through the loot for awhile before he seemed to have found what he was looking for

"You guys were useful to me. Now that my bastard father is dead and out of the way, and you got this for me you no longer useful. But well I must say 'roomba nanri'( TL- Thank you so much ) hahahah"

Aryan who was listening to the young man speak recognised the language he was speaking as 'Tamil'.

He thought

'Is he from the Mudiliar gang?'

As if to confirm his thoughts the young man spoke

"And me the illegitimate son of Varadarajan, Vijay Mudaliar will finally become head of the syndicate!"

The young man began to walk out and while passing the room where Aryan was watching suddenly stopped.

He began to look around suspiciously

Aryan felt his head being squeezed however soon the young man simply shrugged his shoulders and walked away.

Aryan waited silently until the creaking of the staircase ceased and her was sure Vijay Mudaliar had left.

He turned to Osho

"Come on Osho let's find a way out of here quickly!!!…."

But Aryan became silent with shook.

I front of him slumped against Aryan's shoulder Osho was breathing heavily.

Aryan tried to support Osho and soon felt his hands getting 'wet'.

He looked at his palms only to see it smeared with crimson blood.

Aryan quickly took a closer look and found out that he had been shot just below his shoulder on the back.

He was bleeding profusely and seemed to be extremely dizzy

Aryan had thought in his mind now

'Oh my god, what do I do now?'