A motorbike rider dressed in full leather outfit and helmet, rammed through the opening in the barricade towards the stage, and shot at Pratap Chaudhary with a revolver.
ACP Ajay Singh Rathore chased the bike rider on his motorbike, hell bent on cat...
As Vikram Chaudhary got out of the Car, his security guards surrounded him and waited in attention. Just then, the Ambulance called for Ajay also arrived.
S I Sarang, Constable Ramesh stood on either side of Ajay, followed by Constable Syed as he slowly walked towards the Ambulance.
S P Kamal walked slowly and anxiously towards Vikram Chaudhary.
Vikram looked furiously at Ajay, and his expression didn't change even after observing the bullet wound.
"Kamal what happened here? Where is Pratap? He asked, ignoring Ajay and the police team.
S P Kamal gulped. He opened his mouth, but realised he couldn't speak.
S I Sarang walked back and stood next to SP Kamal.
"Sir, I can explain if you want."
Kamal looked at Sarang as if he had been sent by angels.
Turning to Vikram Chaudhary, Sarang spoke in his most detached voice.
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"There was a shootout here Sir. Kamal Sir witnessed it all. Ajay Sir... I mean Ajay shot at your brother Pratap, and unfortunately it was fatal."
Kamal finally found his voice and courage.
"Vikram ji, Ajay deceived Pratap with his stories, and he even tried to instigate him against me. I cautioned Pratap many times not to fall into Ajay's trap, but he didn't listen to me... and when the chance came, that bloody scoundrel shot your brother." His voice couldn't conceal how terrified he was.
