Ooty road. At six in the evening.


    "Why do you love me so much?" Geeta curled her hands on to Govind.


    "I like to ride on your twists and turns, all the way, downto the ditch!" Govind said, locking their lips.


    "For Fuck''s sake! You have a kid in the backseat who unfortunately can decode your adult messages," Mohan yelled at his producers, "all thanks to you!"


    "Language please!" Govind scolded, "teach your kid some manners!"


    "The worst tutoring the worse!" Mohan sighed, cleaning his camera lens.


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    The back tire got punctured, and Govind lost the control.


    Dhan...!


    They drove the car straight into a roadside daba.


    Kee...! Kee...! Kee...!


    The car started beeping loudly. The scene got blurred in clouds of dust and smoke.


    Shot...! Shot...! Shot...!


    Shots fired from a shotgun at a random pace.


    Boom...!


    The car blasted, being shot many times before it stopped beeping.


    When the scene got cleared, there were twenty-three bodies, all shot dead.


    Rumors said, " They woke up the legend, inviting him for the carnival of death."


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    "Do not make the sound! Or the legend will hound!" had become a mythin that region.


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