As I lay in the hospital bed I recall how I was a good person far away from crime and the underworld. Living life like a common man. and how the situations and my actions made me a gangster. This happened a few years back when I was living like a common man, taking care of my family, spending time with friends, and just doing my work. Everything was going all well until one day some goons collided with our vehicle and abused us verbally and physically. They were two, and I and my father were there. in a fit of road rage, the goon started abusing me and my father.

My father kept telling me not to get involved in these matters and ignore them in a fit of rage as they abused us and started pushing me back I slapped the goon. The whole public gathered. The goon took out a knife in revenge and was about to attack me when I hit him hard on his head with a stone lying on street to defend me. The goon's head started bleeding as I hit him hard various times on his head. He said to me he will see me later and will not let go of this matter easily. 

To be continued..

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