True Monster

Parm picked up the phone, and Karan's voice broke the silence, "Hey, Uncle Parm, it's me." Confusion clouded Parm's mind as he questioned, "What happened, Karan? You're calling from the hospital, and you sound distressed." Karan's reply sent shivers down Parm's spine, "I'm not in the hospital anymore, Uncle. I've done something terrible. I killed a hospital nurse, and now I'm on the run."

Parm's heart raced as he urged, "Where are you now? Tell me the address." Karan hesitated for a moment before disclosing, "I'm at a hotel named Dhillon Restaurant." Determination filled Parm's voice as he instructed, "Stay put, Karan. I'll get you out of there. But what if they track this phone?" Karan's reassurance gave Parm a glimmer of hope, "It will take time. I trust you, Uncle."

As Karan fled the scene, the guy whose phone karan stole emerged his eyes fixed on his target. With a predator's grace, he pursued Karan through the labyrinthine alleys, relentless in his pursuit. Karan's injured leg slowed his escape, but his determination fueled his flight.

Cornered and desperate, Karan's hands trembled as he reached for a nearby brick. With a swift motion, he struck his assailant, buying precious seconds to disappear into the night.

Back at home, Parm wasted no time. He retrieved his pistol and ammunition from the locker, then revealed a hidden compartment containing his AK-47., Parm's son stood in awe as he watched his father prepare for what lay ahead. "Dad," he whispered, his voice tinged with admiration, "Are you like John Wick?" Parm paused for a moment, meeting his son's gaze with a solemn nod. "In a way, son," he replied, his tone grave yet resolute. "Sometimes, we have to become something we never thought we could be, to protect the ones we love."

His wife, standing nearby, interjected softly, "Please, Parm, let the law handle this. It's gone too far." Parm's expression softened briefly as he turned to her, a flicker of regret in his eyes. "I wish it were that simple, my dear," he murmured, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "But sometimes, the law isn't enough. I have to do what needs to be done." And you know what you have to do in these kind of situation

With a final glance at his family, Parm strode out into the night, his resolve unwavering. As he revved the engine of his bike, the echoes of his son's words lingered in his mind.After the man whose phone Karan stole called the police station and recounted the incident, Officer Kamal took charge, offering to trace the phone. Soon after, Kamal received another call from someone monitoring Parm, who informed him that Parm was headed somewhere urgently. Before the caller could finish, Parm intercepted him, revealing he was aware of the surveillance and fatally shot him, leaving Kamal bewildered on the other end.

Following the officer's demise, Parm guided Karan to a bunker 2.5 kilometers from the hotel. Surprised, Karan questioned Parm's knowledge, to which Parm assured him answers would come later, urging him to prepare for impending trouble. With a terse goodbye, Parm dashed to the bunker.

Simultaneously, Parm received Karan's location from the phone tracer, confirming he was 2.5 kilometers south of the hotel. Kamal, too, hurried to the spot, dispatching an officer to assess the condition of his fallen comrade.Under the cloak of darkness, Kamal and his reinforcements, comprising 15 men, stealthily advanced towards the designated location. Despite the obscurity of the hour, their resolve burned bright as they pressed forward. Kamal's instincts led the way, guiding them towards their elusive target—a concealed bunker lurking amidst the dense foliage.

As they scoured the area, their efforts were hindered by the impenetrable darkness. Realizing the need for illumination, Kamal ordered the lights to be switched on, casting a revealing glow upon their surroundings. With unwavering conviction, Kamal affirmed the accuracy of their location, urging his men to intensify their search.

Sensing the possibility of clues nearby, Kamal directed his team to scour the vicinity for any signs of Karan's discarded phone, a potential lead to his whereabouts. Time ticked on, and the night remained unforgivingly still until a shadow emerged, shattering the eerie silence.

Parm materialized before a lone policeman, armed to the teeth with an AK-47 and a silenced pistol. With lethal precision, he dispatched the unsuspecting officer, his actions swift and deadly. Despite the hushed discharge, another sentinel was alerted by the faint noise, hastening towards the scene with cautious vigilance.

Before the officer could react, Parm launched into action, incapacitating him with a deft blow that shattered bone and silenced any potential outcry. With grim efficiency, he silenced the threat with a single, fatal shot. His deadly dance continued as he dispatched another officer, each movement a deadly ballet of precision and brutality.

Now faced with two adversaries, Parm's resolve remained unshaken. With lightning reflexes, he dodged the incoming fire, retaliating with a ferocious strike that incapacitated one and ended the other's life with a single, decisive shot. Amidst the chaos, Parm's lethal prowess shone, each movement a testament to his relentless determination and unmatched skill.As the gunfire echoed through the night, Kamal and the remaining officers raced towards the source but kamal was running little bit behind so he didn't reached there in time , their hearts pounding with adrenaline-fueled urgency. However, they arrived to a scene of utter chaos and devastation, with Parm standing amidst the fallen officers, his presence a chilling harbinger of impending doom.

Caught off guard by the sudden onslaught, the officers stood frozen in disbelief, their minds struggling to comprehend the sheer brutality unfolding before them. Parm, shrouded in darkness, seized the moment, unleashing a barrage of bullets from his AK-47, each shot a grim symphony of death.

In the eerie silence that followed, the officers' shock gave way to a grim realization—they were facing an adversary unlike any they had encountered before. Trained for peacekeeping in tranquil surroundings, they were ill-prepared for the savagery of Parm's onslaught.

With grim determination, Parm continued his relentless assault, his pistol spitting death as he cut down any who dared to oppose him. The officers, paralyzed by fear and disbelief, offered feeble resistance, but their efforts were futile against Parm's ruthless efficiency.

As the dust settled, only three officers remained, their resolve waning in the face of Parm's unwavering onslaught. Sensing their desperation, Parm, with a taunting smirk, discarded his weapons, inviting them to engage him in hand-to-hand combat.

With a futile attempt to retrieve their fallen weapons, the officers found themselves ensnared in Parm's merciless grip, his fists raining down upon them with bone-crushing force. In a desperate struggle for survival, they fought valiantly, but it was a futile endeavor against Parm's superior skill and strength.

In the end, Parm stood victorious, a solitary figure amidst the carnage he had wrought. The once tranquil night now bore witness to the grim aftermath of his rampage, a stark reminder of the darkness that lurked within the hearts of men. As the dust settled from their brutal hand-to-hand confrontation, Parm was confronted by a haunting voice echoing in his ears—a voice of condemnation, accusing him of the senseless slaughter of innocent men. It was Kamal, his long-time acquaintance and, as it turned out, his adversary in this deadly game.

"I knew you worked for them too,kamal you're ordered not to kill me parm said, kamal replied but I'll make sure you pay for what you've done," Kamal declared, his voice laced with determination.

Parm, undeterred, accepted Kamal's challenge for a barehanded brawl. "I can kill you, but like in the movies, I'll give you respect and fight you without weapons," Parm retorted, his eyes gleaming with defiance.

With a sudden rush, they collided, each seeking to assert their dominance. Parm aimed a blow at Kamal, but the latter swiftly dodged and retaliated with a devastating strike to Parm's stomach. Dazed, Parm received another blow to the face, blood spilling from his mouth.

"You're past, Parm. I'm present. You're old, and I'm young. That's the difference," Kamal asserted as he continued to rain blows upon Parm.

In a moment of desperation, Parm managed to land a solid punch on Kamal's chest, momentarily staggering him. However, Kamal quickly regained his composure, dodging Parm's next attack with ease.

With a swift motion, Kamal seized Parm by the neck and hurled him towards a nearby tree. The impact left Parm reeling, vulnerable to Kamal's relentless assault.

Grabbing a sturdy branch, Kamal unleashed a torrent of strikes upon Parm, each blow fueled by righteous anger and determination. With grim resolve, he battered Parm mercilessly, demanding answers about the whereabouts of Parm's nephew.

"I cannot kill you, but I can hurt you," Kamal declared as he raised his gun, aiming it at Parm's leg. The gunshot pierced the night air, and Parm screamed in agony, finally relenting and divulging the location of the bunker where Karan was hiding.

With newfound urgency, Kamal rushed towards the bunker, determined to rescue Karan from the clutches of his nefarious uncle. However, as he opened the bunker, he was met with a sudden onslaught from Karan, who lashed out in fear and confusion.

"Your uncle is the real monster, not you," Kamal proclaimed, seeking to reassure the frightened youth. But before he could offer further solace, a bullet ended his life abruptly, leaving Karan in shock.

Standing before him was Parm, his form drenched in blood, his face a mask of resolve. "It's time for us to disappear, like me and your father did," Parm stated cryptically, signaling the beginning of a new chapter in their tumultuous journey.