"You sl*t...I'll show you your place" Ibrahim said and started manhandling her. 

Virat stopped in his tracks after listening to that. It was clear Lala's man was trying to molest that girl. Jagtap noticed this but he urged Virat to keep moving. 

"Ye hamari ladai nahi hai Viru. Bekar mein isme padne ki jarurat nahi hai." Jagtap advised. Virat nodded and continued to walk away.

"Leave me you pig. I am a free bird. Main kisi ki ghulam nahi hoon." Pakhi said and tried to fight Ibrahim.

Virat stopped in his way as her words reached him. Those words...same words again reminded him of her...his Sai...she was his everything. His love, obsession, passion...everything. He closed his eyes to control the emotional flood which threatened to cross all the boundaries and engulfed him completely. Jagtap saw him and understood what was he thinking. 

He immediately came close to him, "Control yourself. We got a good deal. No need to ruin it for random girl. For God sake! She is not Sai." Jagtap whispered. 

Hearing her name after so many days broke Virat's self imposed restraints and he let his impulsive, reckless side to takeover. Virat turned around and moved back to the lounge. 

"Leave this girl." Virat said in warning tone. 
"Why? You changed your mind now? Sorry but this item belongs to me now. I will enjoy with her tonight then if you want you can have her after that." Ibrahim smirked. 

But before anyone could have stop him, Virat had freed Pakhi and punched Ibrahim. Pakhi looked at him in admiration. She knew no good men come in a place like this. So she wasn't expecting any help from him either but yet he came to save her from a difficult situation.

"Mother f**ker! What the hell?" Ibrahim groaned in pain as he cleaned some blood from the corner of his mouth and tried to stand up again. 

"Hey! Why over reacting for this girl. You want her...take her with you." Lala said. 

"I don't want her. Cant you see she doesn't want to go with your man and he is manhandling her." Virat replied with gritted teeth. 

"Viru calm down please. We don't even have our guns with us." Jagtap whispered in his ears. 

Ibrahim somehow stood up from the ground and held Virat's collar. "I'll teach you a lesson." Ibrahim said and made a fist of his palm and tried to punch him. 

Virat was very quick for him as he stopped his hand and turned him around. He took out his favorite small silver knife from his hidden pocket of jacket and slit Ibrahim's throat in a flash.

Everyone was shocked for few moments as they kept looking at Ibrahim who was now lying on floor in a pool of blood writhing in pain as more and more blood was coming out of his jugular veins. 

Lala's men pointed their guns at Virat and Jagtap. Jagtap also pull out his hidden small pistol from his socks and pointed at them. 

"He was my best assassin." Lala said angrily. 

"He was a filthy mother f**ker. Thank me that you get rid of him." Virat replied equally angry. 

"You know my man can kill you this instant." Lala threatened him. 

His threat fueled Virat's anger more and before Lala could understand he was in Virat's grip and he had his knife on Lala's throat. 

"Virat Chavan doesn't need guns to kill his enemy." Virat said in Lala's ear sending a chill down his spine. 

Jagtap took the opportunity and asked all Lala's men to surrender their guns to him. 

"Ae ladki...zinda rehna chahti hai toh nikal le yaha se." Jagtap warned Pakhi and she quickly ran away horrified by the scene happening before her eyes.

"What were you saying Lala? Say it again now." Virat hissed and put more pressure on Lala's neck. The tip of knife pierced his skin and he inhaled sharply because of pain. 

"Sorry, I was just joking. We have just finalized a deal. We are business partners....will you kill your business partner?" Lala pleaded. 

Virat released him and pushed him away. "I am sorry too... partner. I was just showing you my capabilities so that you don't regret later that you have selected wrong person for your deal." Virat replied and gave a sarcastic smile.

"The deal is on from my side. Will contact you soon." Virat said and sat down near the dead body of Ibrahim. He wiped his knife from Ibrahim's shirt and stood up again. 

"I'll take your leave now....partner." Virat said stressing the last word and turned around to leave. 

Lala kept looking at his way and Ibrahim's dead body. "Ae, khade khade muh kya dekh rahe ho...koi iski laash thikane lagao." He ordered his men and wiped off the sweat from his face with handkerchief nervously. 

"He is mad" Lala remembered Ibrahim's words about Virat and he couldn't help but think whether he did right in making this deal with him?

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to be continued....