When Chahat looked in that direction, her eyes widened with fear. That black car had knocked down an innocent cyclist, and the man on the bicycle was now writhing in pain on the road.

But Chahat saw that the car did not stop there after hitting the man. Instead, it kept going straight. A crowd of people began to gather around the man. Chahat felt very angry. How could the driver in that car be so careless that he injured a person walking on the road like this and drove away without even looking back to help him?

Chahat knew all the shortcuts around there. She started her scooter, quickly took a shortcut, and went to the other side. The black car had just taken the first turn when it suddenly braked with a jerk and stopped. Because right in front stood Chahat on her scooter. She had taken the shortcut and reached there before the car.

Chahat gets off her vehicle, angrily approaches the black car, and slaps her hand on its bonnet, saying… “Hey, driver! Get out!”

For the first two minutes, the car door does not open. But then Chahat slaps the bonnet again harder and says… “Can't you hear? I'm telling you to get out.”

Just then, the car door opens, and a man steps out. Chahat looks at him, and her eyes widen. Six feet tall, muscular body, and a personality that looks absolutely deadly and toxic—that man steps out of his car.

His light hair waving in the wind. A light beard on his face and a mole below his lip. This man seems like he would take your life. His lips were slightly dark, as if they had darkened because of smoking, and his squinty eyes. At this moment, he was looking right at Chahat with those eyes.

The man who just stepped out of the car, looking at Chahat, grinds his teeth in anger and says… “If you have a death wish, go die somewhere else.”

Chahat, who until then had been lost in his personality, thinking of it as if Cupid himself had appeared, snaps back to her senses when he says that. Then she remembers what this man has done. Anger also appeared on Chahat's face, and she said…

“You own such an expensive car, but your character isn't worth two cents. Is this road your father's property? You weren't driving on it, you were flying. And not just flying the car—you flew away a person walking on the road. But at least show some humanity. You could have gone and helped him.”

The man with squinty eyes said… “What nonsense are you talking? Have you escaped from a mental asylum? Get out of my way, or my car will run right over you.”

Hearing that, Chahat's mouth fell open in shock. But she angrily looks at the squinty-eyed man. And the next moment, she grabs that squinty-eyed man's hand. As soon as that happens, the man looks at Chahat in surprise. But Chahat, without any fear, starts dragging the man onto the road, and the man, simply watching Chahat with astonished eyes, keeps following behind her.

Chahat brings the man to the accident spot where the injured man was writhing in pain. Chahat brings the squinty-eyed man near him and says… “Because of you, this man had an accident. Your car knocked him down. Now it's your duty to take him to the hospital and get him treated.”

The squinty-eyed man first looked sharply at the man writhing from the accident, then looked at Chahat and said… “So what you mean is that this man's accident was caused by my car? And you want me to pick him up, put him in my car, and take him to the hospital?”

Chahat nods her head in a big yes.

The squinty-eyed man said with great confidence…

“And if I don't?”

Chahat said with equal confidence… “Then I will file a complaint against you with the police. You broke traffic rules and tried to kill a man.”

The squinty-eyed man's gaze sharpened, and he started looking Chahat up and down with his sharp eyes. All the people there were watching this scene in surprise.

Then, in an instant, everything turned upside down, and no one understood anything. That squinty-eyed man pulled a gun from behind his waist and shot the injured man lying on the road right in the chest.

Chahat put her hand over her mouth, and a loud scream escaped her. Chahat's face was filled with fear, and her eyes widened in shock.

The squinty-eyed man took a wad of notes from his pocket and threw it onto the injured man—who was now dead. He comes near Chahat, leans close to her ear, and exhales his warm breath into her ear as he says…

“Now, if you want, you can perform his last rites with pleasure. Or if you want, you can go to the police station and file a complaint against me. You can tell them that I killed someone on the road.”

Chahat, trembling with fear, keeps looking at that squinty-eyed man. Seeing the sweat on Chahat's face, a devilish smile appears on the man's face, and he wipes the sweat from her forehead with his gun, saying… “Tapish Randhawa. When you go to file a complaint, you'll need a name. Be sure to tell them my name.”