Pulled over

Raj slowed down as he approached the convoy of Scorpio SUVs blocking the road. The men standing around looked tough and rough, and Raj could sense the tension in the air. He pulled over and rolled down his window, calling out to them.

"Hey, what's going on here?" he asked, trying to keep his tone casual.

One of the men, a burly guy with a thick mustache, walked over. "Two of our vehicles broke down," he explained, pointing to the smoking engines of the Scorpios. "We've been driving from Hyderabad nonstop, and the engines couldn't take it anymore. We're just a few kilometers from our destination."

Raj glanced at the other men. They were clearly not your average travelers. Thugs, he thought, recognizing the type from his previous encounters. But causing trouble wasn't in his best interest right now.

"We need a lift for four of our guys," the man continued. "The rest have managed to squeeze into the other vehicles, but these four are left behind."

Raj considered his options. Refusing could lead to trouble, and he wasn't in the mood for a confrontation. "Alright," he said, nodding. "I'll give them a lift. But after that, I need to be on my way."

The man seemed relieved. "Thank you. You'll be doing us a big favor."

Raj nodded and gestured for the four men to get into his Scorpio. They piled in, filling the car with their presence. The atmosphere in the vehicle grew tense, but Raj tried to remain calm and focused.

raj played song ma ma mass

Finally, they reached a small village just outside Anakapalle. "This is where we're headed," the mustached man said. "You can drop us off here."

Raj pulled over and the men got out, one by one. 

As Raj continued his journey, he decided to lighten the mood by playing "Ma Ma Mass" on the car stereo. The lively beats and energetic rhythm quickly filled the vehicle, and his passengers started to hum along, their earlier tension easing. Raj found himself smiling, appreciating the momentary camaraderie.

However, his good spirits were short-lived. As they approached a small village just outside Anakapalle, Raj noticed another convoy of Scorpios blocking the road. "Just great," he muttered under his breath. "This is exactly what I wished to avoid."

The convoy had diverted the road towards a clearing where only one dhabba stood, looking like the only place to get some food or rest. Raj pulled over and got out, intending to ask what was happening. As he approached one of the men standing guard, he received a brusque response. "Mind your business," the man snapped.

The goons Raj had given a lift to came over and suggested he take a break at the dhabba. "Our work will be done shortly. Just relax and grab a tea," one of them said.

Seeing no other option, Raj nodded and walked towards the dhabba. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of spices and cooking oil. He ordered a cup of tea and found a seat by the window, where he could keep an eye on his car and the surrounding activity. As he sipped his tea, he stretched his legs, feeling the fatigue of the journey in his muscles.

He watched as the goons conversed with the men from the second convoy. They seemed to be discussing something important, their heads close together and voices low. Raj couldn't hear what they were saying, but their body language was tense and serious.

The dhabba was a typical roadside eatery, with a few wooden tables and benches, and a counter where the owner stood, wiping a glass. A couple of truck drivers were eating their meals quietly in one corner, and the clatter of utensils and murmured conversations filled the air.

Raj's mind wandered as he waited. He thought about his journey so far, the people he had met, and the unexpected turns his trip had taken. He wondered about the purpose of these convoys and the intentions of the men he had encountered. His instincts told him to stay cautious.

After about twenty minutes raj goes to restroom 

He dialed the number for DGI Prajapathi, explaining everything he had observed and urging the police to send a team to investigate the thugs' activities.

After ending the call, Raj stepped out of the restroom and saw the bus pulled over by the two groups of thugs.Raj quickly realized the gravity of the situation. Recognizing the plot from the movie "Yevadu," he knew he had to act fast to prevent the tragic events from unfolding. It hit him hard: this was the moment where Deepthi, Sathya's lover, would be brutally killed, and Charan would be betrayed and attacked. Determined to change the course of events, Raj's mind raced with a plan to save Deepthi, Sathya, and Charan.

raj start planning " those guys being formiddle only lost due to their relation .

satya only lost because deepti being a scared and halting satya in every step , otherwise he would have end this chapter in Visakhapatnam . she only care about her well being . and charan only lost because of his friend betryal and he refuse to deal with him as he keep calling him hi friend , he has address this matter if want to avoid bloodsheed of both character ."

Raj moved swiftly towards the bus, blending in with the shadows and using the chaos of the situation to his advantage. He saw the thugs surrounding the bus, weapons in hand, ready to execute their plan. Inside the bus, he could see the frightened faces of the passengers, with Deepthi and Sathya among them.

Keeping his cool, Raj approached the bus from the blind side, where the thugs were less vigilant. He climbed in through an emergency exit, unnoticed. Once inside, he quickly located Deepthi and Sathya, who were huddled together , deepthi shaking in fear.