Tere Bin~ 2.

Evening. Behind an old temple near the ghat. The sun is setting, casting an eerie orange glow. A faint sound of temple bells echoes in the distance... but here? Only silence... and screams

Unknown

Kripya karke chhod dijiye… main toh sirf ek poojari hoon! (begging) (Please let me go... I am just a worshipper)

Shaksham (ML)

Tu poojari hai… par tera beta? Usne kya soch ke mujhe dhoke dene ka socha?? ❄️ (lightning a cigar slowly)

Shaksham (ML)

(You are a worshipper... but what about your son? What did he think that made him deceive me?)

Unknown

Baccha hai sahab...usse samajh nahi thi—( shivering) (He is a child sir....he didn't have knowledge--)

Shaksham (ML)

Galti toh tab hoti hai jab maafi ka haq ho… aur tu toh mujhe sirf ghin de raha hai ❄️ (interrupts, tone cold as ice)

Shaksham (ML)

(A mistake is when you deserve forgiveness… and you? You disgust me)

He kneels beside the trembling man, tilting his head like a curious predator

Shaksham (ML)

Tere mandir ke peeche khoon gira raha hoon… dekh, bhagwan ne abhi tak kuch nahi bola❄️ (I’m spilling blood behind your temple… see, your God is still silent)

Unknown

Yeh paap hai… tujhe narak milega! (This is a sin… you’ll rot in hell!)

Shaksham (ML)

Main toh wahi se aaya hoon, Pandit❄️(grins darkly) (I came from hell, Pandit.)

Suddenly, he pulls out a dagger from his boot. No hesitation. One clean slice across the throat. The sound of blood spilling into the pond drowns the cries

Shaksham (ML)

Main maafi pe nahi, sirf badle pe jeeta hoon… aur tere beta ka hisaab, tujhmein chukaya gaya❄️ (Murmuring, almost lovingly) (I don’t live on forgiveness… only revenge. And your son’s price… paid in you.)

He stands up, wipes the blade slowly, and throws a matchstick into a pile of dry leaves nearby. Fire crackles. No fear. No guilt.

Pookies (bodyguard)

Kaam ho gaya, Boss (whispers) (work is done, boss)

Shaksham (ML)

Hamesha yaad rakh… koi bhi uss naam se na khele jiske peeche maut khadi ho—Shaksham❄️ (eyes still on the body) (Remember this always… never play with a name that has death standing behind it—Shaksham.)

As they walk away from the burning corpse… temple bells ring louder. Irony laughs

Shaksham's world—dark, dirty, merciless.

He’s not a hero. He’s pure danger...this scene make it clear why his name alone is enough to shake people.

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Inside the temple, Bhavya is lighting a diya with her eyes closed, softly praying for peace

Bhavya Singh Rathore (FL)

Bhagwan... jahaan kahin dard hai, use sukoon de do.....(whisper) (God… wherever there is pain, please send peace.)

She doesn’t know… that very pain is walking toward her fatefully

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