Second Chance: A Dark Tale of Urban India-Chapter 112: Storming The Resort Part-1

Dusk time, Back alley behind MLA Sudhanshu Thakur’s Resort

An empty van and a black BMW stood parked in the shadows of the back alley. Inside the car, Aisha sat restlessly in the back seat, chewing on her nails as she stared at the small gathering near the rear gate.

About ten boys stood loosely around their bikes in a semi-circle. Rohit was in the center, speaking to them in a low, commanding voice.

Throughout the entire day he had been acting strange — cold, focused, and distant. After his meeting with the MLA, he had shared almost nothing with her. Neither he, nor that stubborn guard Balwindar, nor any of the new faces had given her a single piece of information.

All she knew was that he removed his sling bag, took a gun, had made several calls, gathered these boys, and was now flying a drone into the resort. The small screen in his hand held everyone’s attention.

What the hell is that loser bastard planning? Aisha thought, her face paling. Is Akhil really inside there?

The thought that Rohit might actually storm the resort like some action movie hero made her stomach twist. If things went wrong, she would end up in jail right beside him just for being in his company.

She muttered shakily, "Oh God... why am I stuck with this bastard? They should have left me at the hotel."

She tried calling her mother again. The same robotic voice answered: "Your number is being forwarded to another number. Please wait... The number you are trying to reach is currently out of coverage area."

Aisha’s anger flared. She hurled her phone onto the back seat cushion. "Stupid phone! This is the thirteenth time!" She cursed bitterly, completely unaware that Lisa was deliberately blocking all her outgoing calls on Rohit’s orders.

Meanwhile, Rohit had his own problems.

Surrounded by the boys waiting for orders, he remained completely focused on the drone controller in his hands. Balwindar and one of the politician’s associates stood nearby, silent and alert.

The alley was quiet, blocked off by road construction signs. Beyond it lay nothing but trees and open ground.

Rohit’s eyes stayed glued to the live feed as he spoke in a calm, controlled voice.

"Two guards were at the back gate but moved toward the garage," he said. "Back gate is clear now. One patrolling the lanes. Six at the front. Kaushik and Raghav are leading the protest. Alok is sending more boys. Still no police."

He checked his watch. "But that won’t last long."

He maneuvered the drone, scanning the rest of the property. The two extra cottages looked emptied out — clear signs they had been used as temporary warehouses. Workers were still hauling out the last few crates and locking up.

The main villa and garage remained the biggest unknowns.

Pratham, standing right beside him, asked impatiently, "Where could they have kept Jyoti? This place is huge. It’ll be impossible to search every room."

Rohit’s eyes narrowed, cold and calculating.

"We won’t need to search," he replied calmly. "If we create enough chaos, they’ll bring her out themselves while trying to escape."

No one questioned how he could be so sure. Rohit didn’t bother explaining. He simply adjusted the drone controller and moved it toward the central building. The live feed showed Harsha’s gang relaxing near the poolside while workers carried the last few crates.

Rohit’s eyes narrowed further. There were more people than his earlier intel had suggested. He recognized Harsha, Triloki, and Anirudh. He might have seen Gaurav before. But two unfamiliar faces were also present.

Not like it changes anything, he thought.

Pratham suddenly pointed at the screen. "Hey, look — that man is heading toward the van. They’re probably getting ready to leave."

Robin added, "And they’re packing up? Without taking everything?"

"Probably going to burn the rest," Rohit said, exhaling slowly. He closed the drone feed, placed the controller in his bag, and handed it to Balwindar.

He turned to the group of ten boys standing before him, his voice firm and serious.

"Most of you don’t know me, and I don’t know most of you. But understand this — the girl we’re here to rescue is inside. Once we cross that wall, there’s no turning back. If anyone wants to walk away, now is the time."

One of the boys, the darkest-skinned among them wearing a blue shirt and jeans and holding a hockey stick, stepped forward with full resolve. "We’re not here for money. Jyoti is like our sister. We will save her."

"Yes, we will."

"No regrets."

"Let’s break them."

Murmurs of agreement rose from the group. Rohit nodded, satisfied.

He gestured toward the man the politician had sent. "This is Vinod. He’s a shooter and will provide cover if things go wrong."

Vinod, dressed in a kurta-pyjama, calmly pulled out his pistol from his waistband. The boys flinched at the sight of the gun.

Rohit turned to Pratham. "You and your group will create chaos near the crates. Stop them from destroying the evidence — they’re drugs. Do everything in the name of the protest."

He looked at Robin next. "You rush to the front gate and shout about them burning evidence. The rest will follow your lead."

Both nodded firmly.

Without wasting another second, the boys covered their faces and rushed toward the seven-foot wall they had marked earlier.

Rohit turned to Balwindar. "We’ll wait at the back gate. Take care of the van quietly and open it. With my bandaged hand, I won’t be able to climb."

Balwindar nodded without hesitation. He tied a handkerchief around the lower half of his face and moved like a shadow.

A short while later, the back gate creaked open. Balwindar stood there calmly, the van’s driver sprawled unconscious on the ground beside him.

Pratham shouted from the other side, "The gate is open!"

Only two boys had managed to climb the wall so far. The rest abandoned the attempt and rushed toward the open gate.

Rohit tied the handkerchief over his face and gave one last look toward the BMW.

Aisha was staring at him through the window, her face pale with fear. He raised a finger to his lips, signaling her to stay quiet, then turned and slipped inside.

"Idiot... just don’t die ..." Aisha muttered, gripping the car window tightly. No matter how she hates him but with stakes so high, she cant stop worrying about him.

***

Rohit stepped past the driver lying unconscious on the ground and crouched to check his breathing. Still alive. He gave Balwindar an appreciative nod.

"Fast one. Teach me when you free."

Balwindar said nothing, but the subtle puff of his chest showed he was quietly pleased. After everything Rohit had done for him, this small favor felt like the least he could return.

Rohit quickly checked the crates in the back of the van — white powder. He took the keys and slipped them into his pocket.

Meanwhile, Balwindar dragged the unconscious driver into the driver’s seat, positioned his head down, and placed the phone in his hand, making it look like the man had simply dozed off while on a call.

Rohit gave him a thumbs up. He would have done it himself, but if Balwindar wanted to take the lead, he had no problem giving him the credit.

Suddenly, Balwindar whispered urgently, "Young Master, guards are returning. Take cover."

Both of them quickly ducked behind the van.

Two guards came jogging toward the open gate, wielding torches.

"What the hell is this idiot doing with the gate wide open?" one of them shouted at driver.

Sensing something was wrong, they moved closer.

"Hey," Rohit called out casually, stepping out from behind the van with a handkerchief still covering the lower half of his face. "Little help here?"

The guards immediately tensed and drew their knives.

Rohit raised his hands slowly, keeping his voice calm. "Relax, I’m with him. You can ask—"

Before he could finish, Balwindar moved like a shadow from behind. A sharp chop to the first guard’s neck dropped him instantly.

The second guard spun around fast and swung his knife wildly.

Rohit moved in immediately.

He grabbed the man from behind, locked his neck, and slammed him hard against the van with a loud thud.

The guard struggled, but Rohit swept his legs out from under him, and finished him with a clean punch to the throat.

The guard crumpled, unconscious.

Balwindar raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed.

Rohit simply pointed toward the next lane near the garage. "Let’s go."

They moved quickly through the dimly lit lanes.

Bark! Bark!

Suddenly, a large German Shepherd lunged out of the darkness straight at Balwindar’s neck.

Rohit didn’t hesitate. He drew his pistol and fired twice.

Bang! Bang!

The dog let out a pained whimper and collapsed.

"All good?" Rohit asked.

Balwindar huffed, touching his neck, but nodded. "We need to move faster. They’ll be coming."

***

A few moments earlier, Harsha had snapped into action.

"Everyone pack up and move! Burn everything we can’t take!" he barked. "Pour the kerosene — torch the remaining crates and get out through the back gate!"

He rushed inside the main villa with his gang and friends right behind him. They had barely slammed the heavy wooden door shut when chaos erupted outside.

Triloki peeked through the window, eyes wide. "What the fuck...? Protestors wearing masks just broke in! They’re raising slogans and attacking the guards!"

Harsha pushed closer to the window. Everything was happening too fast. The back gate must have been breached while most of his men were busy at the front. If only Jayesh had picked up my calls... If only Chota Sheth had sent more men...

Regret twisted in his gut, but they still had guns. Some of his men were carrying hidden desi pistols.

Just then, a broad man in a kurta-pyjama and handkerchief mask stepped forward and opened fire.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Two of Harsha’s best armed men dropped instantly.

Harsha’s face went pale. This was no ordinary protest. This was planned.

"Anirudh!" he shouted. "Gather all the workers in one room and set it on fire! We’ll escape in the confusion!"

Gaurav turned ghostly white. "My house... our resort..."

Harsha grabbed him by the throat and snarled, "Shut the fuck up, you fuck face! We don’t have any fucking—time. We escape first, then we settle everything later."

Gaurav nodded to get released while Harsha stormed up to the third floor.

Three guards stood there nervously.

"Stop those bastards downstairs and buy us time!" Harsha ordered.

One guard protested weakly, "We can’t... they’ll bury us alive."

Harsha pulled out his pistol and pressed it against the man’s forehead. "I know where your family lives. Move. Now!"

The guards reluctantly obeyed.

Harsha kicked open the door to the last room.

Jyoti was huddled in the corner, wrapped in a thin bedsheet, her face bruised and bloodied, eyes wide with terror. She tried to crawl back as he approached.

Harsha grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her up viciously. "Come here, you bitch. You should’ve taken the money and acted like the whore you are. But no... you wanted to protect your worthless dignity."

Jyoti sobbed and struggled, desperately clutching the bedsheet to cover her body as Harsha dragged her down the stairs without mercy.

Down on the ground floor, the workers, chefs, and caretakers were already locked inside a room, banging on the door and begging for help. Harsha ignored their screams. Anirudh finished pouring kerosene on the door.

Triloki flicked his lighter and tossed it. Flames roared to life instantly.

One of the rich friends shouted from the exit side, "Harsha! This way!"

Harsha nodded and dragged Jyoti behind him, her bare feet scraping against the floor as she tried to hold onto the slipping bedsheet. Bloodied foot prints lingered.

"Faster, bitch!" Harsha snarled, yanking her hair viciously. "Once I get out of here, I’m going to ruin you so fucking bad you’ll regret it."

Thanks to whole fire, chaos and Harsha’s familiarity to shortcut, his group dodged the protestors banging in front door and they finally made it to the backyard.

But the moment they reached the garage, Harsha froze.

The entire garage was already engulfed in flames.

A lone figure stepped out from the blazing firelight, clapping slowly. A handkerchief covered the lower half of his face, but the voice was unmistakable. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"Harsha... Harsha... Harsha," the man drawled. "Time to settle the score, isn’t it?"

Harsha stumbled back in disbelief, eyes widening in raw shock.

"Rohit...?"