Second Chance: A Dark Tale of Urban India-Chapter 113: Storming The Resort Part-2

**Few moments ago, Front Gate of MLA Sudhanshu Thakur’s Resort**

Robin Singh, a 22-year-old final-year engineering student, moved silently through the trees lining the side of the resort. His heart hammered against his ribs. This wasn’t excitement. This was fear mixed with grim determination.

He had one clear job tonight: sneak close to the front gate and give the signal for the others to break in.

The gate was a heavy iron grill with thick vertical rods, offering a clear view inside while spikes lined the top to prevent anyone from climbing. Six guards stood aggressively in front of it, waving sticks and batons to hold back the growing crowd. One of them held a pistol openly in his hand, ready to intimidate.

Leading the protest at the front were Kaushik, Raghav, and several of his known classmates. Few media personnels, were still filming from a safe distance.

Robin’s steps faltered for a split second when he saw the gun.

He took a deep breath, adjusted the handkerchief mask over his face, and gripped the hockey stick tighter. Using the cover of the trees and the growing uproar, he crept closer.

A few chosen boys followed right behind him. But the sight of gun, still made his feet turn cold.

Jyoti...

The memory of that night flashed in his mind — her terrified face as she was dragged away by those rich bastards. She could have run. She could have shouted to make scene and saved herself. Instead, she chose to stay and protect them. That sacrifice had haunted him every single moment since then.

Even if Rohit Singhania turned out to be using them as pawns, Robin didn’t care. He would do whatever it took to bring her back.

Two constables had just arrived on a motorcycle and were standing at the edge, watching.

’Too bad, they must be the scouting group waiting for full force. If the police moved in too soon, everything would collapse. I need to act faster.’ he thought. Jyoti must be saved.

That single thought burned in his chest.

Robin burst out from the trees, hockey stick raised high and shouted trusting his freinds both inside and outside. "Now!"

Kaushik spotted him and immediately picked up a brick. "Hey!" he shouted, hurling it with full force on the guard weilding the gun, drawing his attention.

The brick struck the armed guard’s shoulder. The man staggered. In the next second, the peaceful protest turned violent. Bottles, stones, and sticks flew through the air as the crowd surged forward.

The guard tried to raise his pistol and fire a warning shot into the sky, but Robin was already on him. He swung the hockey stick hard, smashing it into the man’s wrist. The gun clattered to the ground.

"They’re burning drugs inside!" Robin roared at the top of his lungs. "Jyoti is trapped in there! Break in! Break in now!"

The peaceful protest exploded into full Frenzy.

People slammed violently against the iron gate, shaking it with raw fury. Many began climbing over it , ignoring the spikes. Angry shouts tore through the night air.

"They’re criminals!"

"Beat them! Protect Jyoti!"

The guards, who had been trying to hold the line, panicked. The moment they realized they couldn’t control the surging crowd, they abandoned their posts and ran.

The mob chased them relentlessly, pouring into the compound like a tidal wave.

By the time they reached the central villa, the main door was already engulfed in flames. Desperate screams came from inside — the workers and staff were trapped in the burning rooms.

The fire had spread rapidly, licking at the nearby cottages. Thick smoke filled the air, making it nearly impossible to see or communicate clearly.

The two police constables who had arrived earlier simply stood at the edge with the reporters. Instead of helping, they watched and reported while still waiting for their seniors.

Robin pushed through the chaos, coughing from the smoke. He spotted Pratham desperately throwing buckets of water at the burning entrance and grabbed his arm.

"What happened?!" Robin shouted. "Where is Jyoti?! How did the entrance catch fire?!"

Pratham wiped sweat and soot from his face, breathing heavily. "I don’t know! They were trying to burn the drugs by pouring kerosene when we broke in. but somehow it picked fire... Jyoti might be in there too."

Robin’s mind raced. "What if they used the fire as cover and took her with them while escaping?"

Pratham’s face went pale. He hadn’t considered that possibility. "You’re right... but what if she’s still trapped inside?"

Robin shook his head, frustration clear on his face, but he still patted his friend’s shoulder. "Don’t lose hope. I’m taking Kaushik and others to check the backyard. You keep trying to get these people out."

He spotted Kaushik furiously banging on a side wooden gate, trying to break it down. Robin grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back.

"Follow me," Robin said urgently, his voice laced with determination. "We’re going around."

**Meanwhile Garage Area, Behind Main Villa**

After saving Balwindar from the dog, the two moved quickly toward the garage. Rohit spotted his white Hayabusa parked inside, exactly in same condition as he sold off.

Fortunately, the keys were still in the ignition. Rohit didn’t know whether to admire their overconfidence or laugh at their stupidity. Either way, he pulled the keys out smoothly and slipped them into his pocket.

"Young Master," Balwindar called quietly.

Rohit turned and walked over to where the black colored Mahindra Thar SUV, was parked. Inside the vehicle were two large duffle bags and one small, locked briefcase.

"Open them," Rohit ordered.

Balwindar unzipped the first bag — it was stuffed with bundles of ₹100 notes. The second bag was the same.

"Cash?" he murmered.

Rohit frowned. Something felt off. According to the group chat, Harsha’s gang was desperate for money. If they already had this much cash, why risk everything for his bike and the girl?

"Check the briefcase."

Balwindar used his knife to pry it open. The moment the lid flipped, both of them froze.

"Fuck..." Rohit breathed. "Gold. Real gold biscuits."

Hundreds of small gold biscuits gleamed under the dim light. Even, Balwindar’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Being an experienced ex army official , he picked up one bundle of cash, smelled it, and rubbed it between his fingers. "It’s fake currency. High-quality counterfiet. The gold must be the real cargo they were transporting."

It made sense now. The third ’transport gig’ in the chat. Harsha’s gang probably had no idea what they were actually moving.

Rohit made a quick decision. "Balwindar, take the gold to our car and bring my bike back. I’ll wait here."

Balwindar hesitated, clearly uneasy. "Young Master... we will be in big trouble if get caught with these many biscuits. Its illegal. "

Rohit urged. "Now is not the time, Balwindar. Look.. We’ll settle this later, okay. Think of your family."

Balwindar didnt made any fuss, money is all what he needed right most."Alright young master. Take cover and be safe."

Rohit smiled faintly. "Fine. Go."

Balwindar loaded the briefcase onto the bike and disappeared into the shadows.

"Now its time to settle the Garage."

Left alone, Rohit opened the Thar’s fuel tank and poured spare petrol cans all over the garage floor and vehicles.

He ripped off the front hood of the SUV, stepped back, and fired three precise shots into the fuel-soaked area.

Whoosh!

Sparks ignited. Flames erupted violently, engulfing the entire garage in seconds. Thick black smoke rose into the night sky.

Rohit stood watching the fire spread, a cold satisfaction settling over him.

Then he heard approaching footsteps and panicked voices.

Rohit quickly slipped behind a thick tree, watching through the flames.

Harsha’s group emerged from the smoke, frozen at the sight of their garage completely engulfed in fire. In the middle of them, he was dragging a terrified girl wrapped only in a thin bedsheet.

Perfect, Rohit thought. Time to end this.

He stepped out into the blazing firelight and began clapping slowly, the sound echoing over the crackling flames.

"Harsha... Harsha... Harsha...," He clapped, his voice mocking. "Time to settle the score, isn’t it?"

Harsha stumbled back, eyes wide with raw disbelief.

"Rohit...?"

Rohit raised his gun in one fluid motion. The handkerchief masked the lower half of his face, but his eyes were ice-cold.

"Don’t move. Freeze."

Anirudh and Triloki froze in shock.

"No fucking way..." Triloki muttered, rubbing his eyes. "Am I hallucinating? Gandhi’s here?"

Anirudh’s face hardened. "It’s him. And he’s alone."

The others raised their hands slowly, confused but cautious. Harsha’s expression twisted with fury and fear as he recognized the voice. But logic defied common sense.

Rohit scanned the group, gun unwavering. "I said freeze."

Gaurav tried to edge backward. Rohit didn’t hesitate and shot at once.

The bullet slammed into Gaurav’s thigh.

"My leg! My leg... Aaaaargh!"

The fat boy screamed and collapsed, blood pooling beneath him.

Harsha reacted instantly. He grabbed Jyoti by the hair and yanked her in front of him as a human shield, one arm choking her neck while the other reached for the gun hidden in his jacket.

"Whoever the fuck you are," Harsha snarled, pressing the barrel against Jyoti’s side, "if I don’t make it out, neither does she."

The two rich friends turned pale.

"Hey, let us go!" one of them begged. "We’re just friends. I’m Saket, he’s Tauseef. Our fathers are industrialists. We’ll pay you whatever you want!"

Triloki sneered at them. "You idiots. He’s richer than both of you combined. Ever heard the name Singhania?"

Rohit ignored the noise. His eyes locked on Jyoti as her face was badly bruised, lips split, eyes barely open. The bedsheet she clutched was barely covering her body. Her feet bloodied and bruised.

His voice remained deathly calm. "Everyone take three steps back. Harsha... release the girl if you don’t want a bullet in your head."

"So, you really are Rohit..." Harsha shifted his aim directly at him. "You think you can—"

Rohit fired.

The shot grazed past Jyoti’s neck and slammed into Harsha’s shoulder. He screamed, staggering back as the gun slipped from his hand.

"Motherfucker... he shot me!"

Jyoti collapsed to her knees, then to the ground. The bedsheet slipped off her shoulder uncovering her naked upperhalf with visible bite marks.

Rohit didn’t rush. His gun stayed locked on them, reading every twitch before he moved.

He approached her cautiously and fixed the bedsheet, covering whatsoever he could.

"Stay with me," he muttered under his breath.

He slid one arm behind her back, careful with his injured hand, and tried to lift her up. Pain flickered across his face, but he forced through it, pulling her against his chest.

His gun never left the focus keeping all of them in edge.

"Nobody moves."

The sounds of screaming from inside the villa were growing louder. He could end it with a bullet each, but that would mess-up his aftermath plan..

Rohit was thinking fast, weighing his options with a wounded girl still in his arms, when Balwindar appeared.

"Young Master!" Balwindar called, huffing. The second he saw Rohit facing four armed men, he drew his gun and moved forward cautiously. " We don’t have much time.. we need to move now!"

Robin, Kaushik, and the other boys finally caught up, breathing hard, eyes burning with rage as they saw Jyoti’s condition.

"I understand but first take her to the car, she needs to be admit," Rohit ordered. "I will wrap up with them and come."

Balwindar hesitated. "But..."

"It’s okay," Rohit cut in firmly. "I’m still safe. Take her."

Balwindar nodded and carefully lifted Jyoti from Rohit’s arm.

Harsha still clutched his bleeding shoulder, rolled in ground, breathing heavily. Others kept their hands high, fear finally replacing their arrogance.

Rohit’s spoke coldly, taking out his Phone from bandaged hand.

"Whoever gives me full a confession first, may gets to walks out alive."

One by one, they broke.

Saket was the first to crack, spilling everything.. Anirudh and the rest followed soon after, except Harsha, who gritted his teeth, and Gaurav, who was already unconscious.

Rohit recorded every word.

When they were done, Robin stepped forward, voice shaking with fury. "Rohit bhai... let us handle the rest."

Rohit glanced at the boys, then back at Harsha’s group. After a long pause, he nodded.

"They’re yours."

He turned and started walking away without another word.

Kaushik raised his hockey stick first.

"You heard him."

The sound of wood striking flesh echoed behind Rohit as he walked through the smoke.

"Wait.. you said you’d let us go."

"You’re not the same Rohit.."

Shouts, cries, and pleas filled the night, but he didn’t look back even once.

Balwindar was waiting near the open back gate with the car. Jyoti was already inside, wrapped in a blanket, trembling but alive.

Rohit got in silently.

As the car pulled away, Aisha asked, a little curious, "Are we really not going home now?"

Rohit replied looking outside, "Not yet."

Behind them, the resort burned brightly against the night sky. Sirens wailed in the distance.

Harsha’s reign had ended tonight, all in fire, blood, and public humiliation.