Abhimanyu lay nestled in the cocoon of his blankets, a peaceful slumber taking him away from the chaos of the previous night.
The sun light filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the room, wrapping him in a warm embrace. But serenity was a fleeting luxury.
The sudden click of the door swung open, and a blinding light pierced the darkness.
Rohit Kundra, his student and friend, strode in with a mischievous grin plastered on his face.
He approached the bedside, a jar of water in hand, glancing between the water and Abhimanyu’s sleeping form.
With a deliberate motion, he tipped the jar, sending cool water splashing over Abhimanyu's face.
Abhimanyu jolted awake, disoriented, and tumbled out of bed.
"What the hell, Rohit!" he shouted, anger flaring as he blinked against the harsh light.
His heart raced, still trapped in the remnants of his dreams.
Rohit doubled over in laughter, unable to contain himself.
"Sorry, Bhai! But you weren’t waking up, and everyone’s waiting for you at the studio."
Glaring, Abhimanyu wiped his face with a towel, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.
"This is still not a way to wake someone up."
Rohit, chuckling softly, settled into a chair opposite him.
"What happened? Did you get drunk and have some fun last night?" he asked, raising an eyebrow in a teasing inquiry.
Abhimanyu's expression hardened.
"Don’t ask me! Last night was a buzz killer." He scrolled through his phone, his mood darkening further.
Rohit leaned in, intrigued.
"Buzz killer? What happened?"
Abhimanyu sighed, recalling the events that had led him to this moment.
"I got into an accident." he said.
"Accident?!" Rohit shouted, an alarm flashing across his face.
"Are you alright? Did you get hurt?"
"Sit down, Rohit! I’m fine. Nothing happened to me." Abhimanyu’s voice was a steady anchor amid the storm of concern in Rohit’s eyes.
"It was someone else who got into the accident. I had to take her to the hospital." His tone was flat, the weight of the memory pressing down on him.
Rohit’s expression shifted to one of genuine concern.
"So, nothing happened to you, but a girl got into an accident? Is she alright?"
"Yes, I admitted her to the hospital. The doctors will take care of her." Abhimanyu shrugged, but uneasy crept into his voice.
Just then, Abhimanyu’s phone rang, piercing the heavy air.
He glanced at the screen, his expression darkening. Ignoring the call, he cut it off, only to be met with Rohit’s probing gaze.
"What’s wrong? Who’s calling you?" Rohit asked, his curiosity piqued.
"Nobody," Abhimanyu muttered, irritated clawing at him. He stood up, but the phone rang again, the same number flashing ominously.
With a mix of anger and resignation, he picked up the call, ready to unleash a torrent of curses. Instead, the sight that met him froze him in place.
The screen displayed a woman bound to a chair, her mouth gagged. Panic flooded his veins.
"Shit! What the hell is going on?" His heart raced, recognizing her—the woman from the accident.
A figure loomed behind her, a man wearing a sickeningly satisfied grin.
"Love the view, Abhimanyu," the man taunted, his voice dripping with malice.
"What nonsense is this, Deshmukh?!" Abhimanyu’s voice trembled with fury, the adrenaline coursing through him.
Rohit leaned closer, the horror unfolding before him.
"Who is she?" he whispered, eyes wide with disbelief.
"Seems like it’s working," Deshmukh continued, his grin widening.
"Missing your dear wife?"
"Wife?!" Rohit echoed, bewilderment washing over him.
"When did he get married?"
"Shut up! She’s not my wife!"
Abhimanyu roared, cutting the call in a fit of rage, the tension in the room palpable.
Rohit turned to him, confusion written all over his face.
"What the hell just happened?"
"Get your Thar. We’re going to bring her back safely." Abhimanyu’s voice was resolute as he grabbed his jacket, determination igniting a fire within him.
Rohit’s brow furrowed. "What do you mean we have to save her? Who is she? Why are you doing this, Bhai?"
"She’s the woman who got into the accident last night," Abhimanyu explained, his voice low, recalling the urgency of the moment.
"I don’t know how they found her, but I won’t let them win this time."
As they sped down the empty streets, the world outside blurred into a haze of colors.
The weight of responsibility pressed heavily on Abhimanyu’s shoulders. Memories of past failures and tournaments lost because of these men flooded his mind, igniting a fierce resolve.
"Hold on," he muttered under his breath, adrenaline surging throu
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