Just A Wakening

60 days ago, in the scorching desert, the sun was setting over the dunes. Maulana walked alone, tripping over his own feet. "50 dollars cash..." he muttered, holding a glass bottle of red drink.

A man with a cowboy hat and a traditional Arabic Jubba shirt looked at him with amusement. "Huh? You wanna pay me 50 bucks for water? With that Sharbat in your hand?" Maulana coughed, "F*ck is that it? Is that yours? Yes, it's mine... I didn't steal it... I earned it... It's hot, give me water."

The man chuckled, "Damn dumb, aren't ya kid? You have that drink and you wanna pay me for water?" Maulana 's expression turned confused, "What?! You have that Sharbat and you wanna pay me... it's wrong? I am wrong."

The man's tone turned serious, "That's it... Game is wrong... but it's never... yeah, it is... Time is never wrong... you did wrong... Now you're at the point and place where you can do right..." With that, he snatched the Sharbat from Maulana and jumped onto his camel.

"Hey! Wait!" Maulana shouted, picking up a bottle of transparent water. The man looked back, "Another wrong choice, kid! Ha! Ha! HOOO! I'm happy with my life... you nah!"

The scene shifted to the present, with Maulana on a stretcher and Mr. V standing by the wall, smoking a maroon-colored cigar. "His heartbeat is raising..." a nurse said, looking at the monitors. Mr. V replied, "Give him a strong shock... He dies... He dead... lives... Huh! Lives... I'm dying anyways."

The medical staff looked nervous but followed Mr. V's orders. After the shock, Maulana survived, and Mr. V walked out of the lab, through the glass doors. As he lit his cigar, he mumbled on the phone, "I'll talk to you later, Tetra..."

Mr. V's fingers slid over the car in front of him, and his hand grew large enough to deliver a crushing punch, shattering the front mirror. The girls inside screamed, "I'm calling the cops!" Mr. V's expression turned deadly.

The person on the phone said, "Hello 911, this guy named... Mr. V... causing trouble... He destroyed our vehicle, boss... Please send a van..." But before they could finish, the voice on the other end interrupted, "Sorry... Let him handle that for you instead... Just be respectful, and he may listen... Thanks for calling..."

The caller hung up, and an old man tried to punch Mr. V. However, Mr. V held the man's hand, making him kneel in pain. The girls screamed, "Let go!" Just then, Mrs. V, Radha Vivekananda, appeared, "V!! Let go! Leave him, I say... V..."

Mr. V finally released the man, who begged for forgiveness. Radha's presence seemed to calm Mr. V, and he stood still, his expression unreadable.