It's Action Time

"Three, two, and one," Jake finishes his countdown.

"Hey, wait a minute... I have something to say!" A voice calls out from the crowd.

Jake looks around, searching for the person who spoke. "Who said that? Step forward!"

A boy steps forward from the group, causing everyone to gasp in surprise. The boy is none other than Om. Seeing him step forward, Sharda, visibly nervous, calls out to him.

"Om, stay where you are! These people are dangerous, can't you see the weapons in their hands? Come back here quickly, son!" Sharda pleads.

Om looks at his aunt and smiles reassuringly. "It's okay, Aunt. I just want to ask them something, that's all."

Jake grabs Om's face, turning it toward him. "What do you want to ask, huh? Hurry up, death doesn't like to wait. Or are you trying to play hero?"

Om smiles and responds, "I just want to ask if you've got insurance. You did, right?"

Jake, taken aback, asks, "What do you mean?"

Om replies with a smirk, "I mean, if you haven't got insurance, what are you going to do when your bones get broken? At least you'd get some help with the hospital bills."

Jake laughs, "Seems like you've watched too many South Indian movies. Can't you see the guys standing with me? Or have you gone crazy seeing so many people?"

"Mr. Jake, please forgive him, he's just a naive boy," Vijay says, trying to calm Jake down. He then turns to Om, "Om, do you want to get us all killed? Keep your mouth shut and come stand over here quietly."

Ignoring Vijay's warning, Om yells, "Not that it matters, this chick isn't going to perform any aarti for you all. You're all as good as dead."

Hearing this, Riya lets out a gasp of fear. Jake notices her and walks up to her, laughing.

"Are you scared, little girl? Don't worry, uncle won't hurt you too much. No need to be afraid."

Vijay rushes forward, pleading, "Sir, please leave her alone!"

Jake, now furious, points his gun at Vijay, "Stay where you are, or the bullet will go straight through your head, got it? What do you think this is, a garden stroll? Now, let me take care of the little girl first."

Om, still standing firm, says sternly, "If you have the guts, go ahead and touch her."

Jake, slightly surprised, looks at Om, "Oh, so you've got some nerve, huh? Alright, here, touch her. Do whatever you want."

As Jake reaches out to touch Riya, something suddenly strikes his hand. No one sees what it was, not even Jake. He's left bewildered as a sharp pain shoots through his hand. He screams, looking down to find that his hand has been broken. His wrist is cracked, and he can't lift his hand beyond his palm. The pain is unbearable, and Jake, in shock, looks at Om, who hasn't moved an inch. No one can understand what just happened; everything was so quick and mysterious.

Jake roars at Om, "What the hell did you do? You're dead now!"

Jake grabs his gun with his other hand and aims it at Om, ordering his men, "Shoot them all! Not a single one should be left alive!"

Jake's men are ready to fire, guns in hand. But before they can act, Om swiftly snatches the gun from Jake and points it at his head, loading it in one smooth motion. The speed of Om's actions leaves Jake stunned; everything happened in the blink of an eye. Jake stares at the gun aimed at his head, his confidence shaken.

Om, smiling, asks, "So, Jake, what's it going to be? Are you going to kill my people, or save your own life? The choice is simple—either order your men to fire or tell them to drop their weapons. You're free to choose, but only until I count to three."

Everyone watching is stunned by Om's actions, but they're also relieved and overjoyed—the tide has turned in their favor.

Om begins counting, "One... two... and—"

Before Om can say three, a terrified Jake, now sweating profusely, pleads, "Wait, wait, brother, please stop! Don't say three!"

Om pauses, still smiling, and gestures for Jake to continue. Jake immediately orders his men, "Okay, okay, I'll say it. Hey, drop your weapons, right now!"

At Jake's command, his men drop their weapons on the ground. Om then instructs one of Mr. Kathawani's guards to collect all the guns. The guard gathers the weapons and leaves the scene. Mr. Kathawani, the mayor, and everyone else breathe a sigh of relief, their joy evident—they've narrowly escaped death. But Om urges everyone to leave the room quickly, and they all comply.

As soon as everyone exits, Om turns to Jake with a slight smile and says, "So, you thought you were a gangster, huh? You should've trained better before getting into this line of work, you amateur."

Jake, still eyeing the gun, hesitates before replying, "You talk big when you've got a gun, but I could have shown you what I'm capable of if you hadn't caught me off guard. You'd be on the ground by now."

Om, still smiling, responds, "You've got guts, I'll give you that. Still talking back, huh? A rope's burnt but the thread's still strong, right? What else could you have done?" Om then removes the magazine from the gun and throws both the pistol and magazine far away. "There, I've granted you your last wish. Go ahead, show me what you've got."

Seeing the gun out of reach, Jake's arrogance returns. He taunts Om, "Hah! You're the fool, throwing away your only chance of survival. There are many of us and only one of you. The others may have escaped, but you're as good as dead. Boys, I want every part of his body in pieces!"

Om, with a devilish grin, replies, "I promise you this... you'll regret ever coming here today." He then smirks and says to himself, "Finally, it's action time. Let's go, Om. Time to become the leader of all heroes."