V And Maulana In Custody

As Radha continued the chase, Mr. V glanced back and muttered, "Oops, I think I might have to do something I won't want to..." He threw a jelly-like substance the size of his hand towards Radha, which engulfed her car. Radha landed on one knee, pistol still in hand, and fired with precise calculation. The bullets hit a tire, sending the car flipping upside down. Mr. V struggled to get out.

When Mr. V came to, he found himself in a dark room with bright lights shining in his face. He blinked, trying to clear his vision, and saw Maulana and Radha. "Mom... is that you? You've aged a lot... Mom," Mr. V said, his voice groggy.

Radha pointed at an officer, who threw water at Mr. V's face. As his vision cleared, Mr. V saw Radha sitting with her legs crossed. "Oh, Radha! I swear I was just... I mean, you still look young..." Radha pointed again, and water was thrown into Mr. V's face once more.

Maulana, his hands tied tightly, looked at Mr. V. "Molana, tell her what we were talking about, that she's gorgeous, right?" Mr. V tried to deflect, but Maulana gave him a death stare. "Hey, don't look at me like that. I tried my best. Sorry for the car, by the way. I'm out of cars now, to be honest."

Radha stood up, her expression stern. "You both have taken some good innocent lives." Maulana replied, "They were not innocent! Were they?" Radha's gaze turned to Mr. V. "How the f*ck would I know!" Mr. V shot back.

Radha's expression didn't change. "You both are going to help me in a case..." Mr. V quipped, "Oh, I know about this... from childhood... This always happens in movies..."

Radha's response was swift. She stood up, taking a long tool, and sat back down with her legs crossed. "One more word, and you'll experience the shock... 200 volts." Mr. V's tone changed to fearful. "Now that's scary..."

Radha hit his leg with the tool, and Mr. V screamed in pain. "OOO! AAA! My God! Radha... please Radha... it must have messed my hair... Can you please... please..."

Radha's response was to shock him again. Mr. V's screams were muffled as Maulana suggested, "Shove something into his mouth, it may help." Radha stood up, took a yellow hand glove from the desk, and shoved it into Mr. V's mouth. She threw her chair at the door, holding the tool in her hand as she paced back and forth.