As soon as they saw it, Rokda froze, and the other gang members stood in stunned silence. They couldn't understand what was happening — the blade had soared through the air, slicing through all the cranes, and now hovered in the sky. That once beautiful sky now seemed to return to normal.
"What… the hell is going on? Shoot him!"
Rokda shouted in panic, pointing towards Anna. Trembling, everyone raised their weapons and aimed at him. Sweat soaked through their clothes as they prepared to pull the trigger.
Just then, the first blade dropped, hitting the ground with such force that a massive crack split the earth. If someone dropped their phone into that fissure, it wouldn't be heard from for minutes.
A few gang members were standing near the crack — and in the blink of an eye, two of them were cleanly sliced apart.
"Run! There's a demon here!"
one of them screamed before fleeing in terror.
The rest were left whispering among themselves, unsure of what to do.
Seeing them hesitate, Rokda's rage erupted.
"They're not even listening to me anymore!"
"Anyone who puts a bullet through Anna's skull—I'll drop a million in their pocket!"
Rokda roared.
The gang lit up with excitement.
"Watch how I take the perfect shot!"
"Move! My AK-47 will do the job before yours does!"
"Shut up, dickheads! His head is mine!"
They all laughed like maniacs.
But then, a calm, eerie voice echoed—
"No… you're wrong.
Your head is mine."
It was Fisherman Anna.
Suddenly, from the sky, a stream of pure neon-blue light began to rain down, like holographic fish falling with the rhythm of a gentle storm. Everyone paused, silently watching this strange phenomenon.
One guy reached out and grabbed a fish — it began to swell like a pufferfish.
"What the hell is going on today? Feels like the drugs hit too hard…"
He pressed the fish, and it burst like a balloon — but instead of air, waves of blue light shot out.
Each glowing slash emerged from the burst, and with a whisper-like hum, they tore through everything around — containers, gang members, machinery.
One by one, the fish kept bursting. Each time, deadly blue slashes carved through the surroundings.
Rokda watched it all — frozen.
Screams filled the air as his men scattered in panic, running for their lives.
And yet… not a single slash touched the spot where rokda stood, suspended above.
But what rokda saw in front of him… was something else entirely.
Multiple slashes. All at once. Moving so fast it felt like he was staring into a grinding machine of pure death.
Within minutes, every container, every gang member, even nearby cars — were sliced into fragments.
Even the street beneath them was split open with deep glowing cracks.
One of the slashes cuts through the chains that had bound Anna's hands. He falls from above, crashing to the ground — already brutally beaten by Rokda. Anna can't stand anymore. He just lies there, motionless.
Seeing this, Rokda, shaken, pulls out his gun.
"C-Come on… Come on…" he stammers.
But his weapon isn't loaded. His trembling hands fumble — the gun and bullets fall to the ground. He scrambles to gather them, quickly loads the gun, and points it at Anna.
"You did all this... You caused this..." Rokda cries out, tears running down his face. "Let me go! Please let me go!"
He turns and starts running in fear.
Behind him, he sees the horrifying remains of his gang — some severed hands lying on containers, legs scattered across the ground, and a few men barely alive, groaning in agony, wishing for death.
Rokda hides behind a container, placing his hand over his mouth, trying to silence his panicked breathing.
"If I had known this would happen… If I had known, I would've never messed with Fisherman Anna. Dammit!"
"Today i successfully made my big deal with the gang... I was about to take control of all of Maharashtra."
"And now… I might die even before I get to use that power?"
"All that political reach, the backing of the underworld's armed forces — . … I will die before using it ."
"No… no way. I want to live. Dammit, I want to live!"
Thud...Thud...Thud.
Rokda's eyes widened. He froze.
Anna, holding a blade in his hand, slowly limped forward — following the trail of bloodied footprints left by Rokda.
Anna (softly, bitterly smiling):
"You and I… we've been here at these docks since we were kids. Back then, anyone who showed up — we'd kill them. My first murder… I committed it with you."
He kept walking, voice low, face marked with a cold, bitter smile.
"But then you joined hands with the enemy gang. You got greedy for power."
"No matter how many times we tried to kill each other… we never touched each other's families. Remember? When that guy on the street harassed your wife… who killed him?"
Anna's voice trembled.
"I did."
He began crying.
Anna:
"But in your hunger for power… you killed my children.
You didn't even let me see their bodies.
You sold their body parts to the enemy gang like they were trash."
Anna now stood behind the container where Rokda was hiding. He gripped the blade tighter… "Unforgivable… WRRGHHHHHHH!"and in one clean, horizontal slash, he cut through it.
A wave of neon-blue light exploded through the air.
The container split in two — and along with it, Rokda, who was hiding behind it, was also sliced cleanly and thrown aside.
Inside the container…
There were girls — likely a "gift" meant for Rokda from the gang.
They too… were killed in the same wave.
Vikram stood motionless, stunned by everything he had just heard, and swallowed hard.
After the chaotic night, the police station buzzed with activity the next morning. Everyone was busy with their respective duties. The lockup was filled to capacity — some were being interrogated, while others were undergoing third-degree treatment. A few lady officers were seen questioning the wives, mothers, and sisters of captured gangsters.
Ansh opened the door to his cabin and walked in. Inside, Samradh sat with his head in his hands, staring at the floor. He looked up as Ansh entered, and Ansh saluted him.
"Any updates?" Samradh asked.
"Sorry, sir. Nothing substantial yet," Ansh replied. "But I've compiled a list of gangs that would benefit if the Rokda and Fisherman gangs were wiped out. I'm planning to interrogate Fisherman Anna myself."
Hearing that, Samradh slammed his hand on the table and snapped at Ansh, "What?! Are you an idiot? What if they attack you? And after what happened in Amrut Nagar, you should be on high alert! I didn't want to say this, but… there might be something supernatural going on."
Ansh raised an eyebrow. "What are you, a kid?"
"Exactly the kind of reaction I'd get if I said this publicly," Samradh muttered. "I'll explain it to you later. Just… take care of yourself. You're allowed to use your gun if the situation worsens. Meanwhile, I'll dig into Anna's past."
Ansh drove away in his car. A black suitcase lay on the back seat. Samradh sat quietly, reading through several files.
Fisherman Anna's real name was Kalgoda Ramyaswami, born in 1980.
He committed his first murder alongside Rokda when he was just 16. After serving time in jail, the two of them started their own gang.
Years later, when Anna was 27, rokda formed an alliance with an enemy gang that controlled the docks. This betrayal sparked a brutal gang war between Rokda and Anna, resulting in the deaths of 25 gang members.
After Rokda joined that enemy gang, he killed its leader. He then kept the gang leader's 14-year-old daughter as a sex slave , and took the gang leader's wife as his second wife.
Samradh placed the file down with a sigh.
"There's still no detailed intel about Anna. He's the only known survivor of that incident. i hope ansh will get some information after he meet anna ."
He rested his hand on his gun and took a deep breath.
"No… not at all."
Ansh was walking through the fish market.
But today, it was empty.
A few kids spotted him and ran away in fear.
Ansh paused, puzzled.
"This place is usually packed... The noise is so loud, even teachers use it as an example—'Your class is louder than a fish market.'
But today... silence? That's strange..."
The usual strong smell of fresh fish hung in the air—so strong, it made Ansh nauseous.
His footsteps echoed as he walked across puddles on the ground:
Splash... splash... splash...
Suddenly, the sound stopped.
Two towering, muscular men stepped in front of him—both wearing lungis and sporting thick black beards. One of them raised a hand to stop him.
"Stop. You can't go any further. Leave the way you came, or you'll end up as fish food," the man growled.
The second one shoved Ansh slightly and said, "Go. Go away."
Ansh stayed calm.
He slowly slipped his hand into his pocket.
"Alright, alright… I'll leave.
But just so you know… I've got Anna's invitation card with me."
The two men looked at each other, then stared back at him.
"Invitation card? What invitation card?"
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Meanwhile, at the police station...
Inside the evidence room, Samradh stood beside a table, both hands resting on his belt.
Behind him, the room's guard watched silently.
Samradh muttered, "Don't tell me... Ansh took that suitcase with him?"
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Back at the fish market, Ansh pulled out a small remote from his pocket.
He pressed a button.
With a quiet click, the suitcase beside him popped open.
Inside—it was clear. The two men took a few steps back, alarmed.
"Don't tell me... that's—"
Ansh cut him off coldly.
"This is the invitation card.
If I lift my finger off this button… there's going to be a blast.
So… shall we confirm the meeting?"