In the living room

For the past ten minutes, Bandana, Aarushi, Zayn and Yudhveer were fooling around with Prabhudaya. Aarushi was about to throw chilli powder on Prabhudaya when all of them heard a certain groan which none of them wanted to hear before they tackled Prabhudaya.

"Boss!" Prabhudaya exclaimed. He was in no condition to 'exclaim' anything, I'm just over exaggerating. Sorry. Anyway, back to the story. Prabhudaya was slouched against the wall with a swollen face. Blood dripped down his nose and he had an ugly gash on his cheek which looked quite deep. His clothes were torn and he looked extremely high on cocaine.

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Swami Om trudged lazily in the room squinting his eyes as if he was an allergic vampire who couldn't even stand the normal lighting conditions. He held his head which was heavy from hangover. His clothes and hair were messed up pretty bad as a result of being passed out for almost a century.

"Sab log kahan gaye?" He asked Prabhudaya. He then realised Prabhudaya's condition as his gaze shifted to the other 4 people in the room. "Aur tumhari aisi haalat kaise ho gayi?"

Bandana smirked.

"Humne ki iski haalat aisi. Bol kya kar lega buddhe?"

Om snarled. He looked at Prabhudaya.

"Humare baaki ke aadmi kahan hai?" He asked. This time, Prabhudaya smirked while Bandana's smirk faded.

"Sab baaki ki ladkiyon ke sath maze le rahe hai, Boss!" He said.

"Abey kabutar ki aulaad! Sab ke sab dhakkan log hai! Bulao sabko idhar!" Om yelled. Prabhudaya slowly stood uo and left. Om grabbed his hair as his hangover got worse.

"Yo bud, need some paracetamol?" Zayn laughed.

"Kya bola yeh firangi?" Om asked Yudhveer.

"Woh pooch raha hai ki tujhe apne sir dard ke liye Crocin chahiye, buddhe?" Yudhveer stuck his tongue out.

"Abey, buddha hoga tu! Mein toh jawan hun abhi! Dekh!" He flexed his fat muscles.

"Tere shareer mein adipose tissue ki bharmar hai." Bandana started laughing.

"Adidas kya?" Yudhveer asked confused. Bandana looked up at the sky (ceiling).

"Bhagwan aap kis paap ki saza mijhe de rahe hai? Mujhse saza dene se acha iss lakde ke bheje mein kuch gyaan hi de dete!" She said.

"Long story short: Adipose tissue store fat." Bandana said.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"This is awkward."

Suddenly, everyone entered the room. Half the men had their shirts unbuttoned. The rest of the male contestants were held prisoner's in the terrorists' hands. The girls were all tied up with ropes and dragged across the floor. Girls like Devaki and Sameeksha had parts of their clothes torn. Bandana saw this and anger coursed through her body.

"Yeh kya batameezi hai?!" She yelled.

"Chup kar ladki mera sir dard ho raha hai!" Om yelled.

"Toh apna sir kaat ke na! Mein kaat dun? Na rahega baas na bajegi bansuri." Aarushi retorted.

Suddenly, Aarushi was at gunpoint. Om had removed his gun so swiftly no one even saw him move his hands. Everyone gasped as Aarushi stared at the gun which was pointed towards her. She held her hands up in the air in surrender.

"Meine kahan tha tumse apna muh band rakho par ladki ki zubaan kaichi ki tarah tez dhaar wali hai. Abhi iska sir uda dunga toh bolti band ho jayegi saali ki." Om glared at her.

"Par tumne toh Bandana ko kahan tha toh gun mujhe kyun dikha rahe ho?" Aarushi argued.

"This girl can never be quiet." Zayn muttered under his breath as he racked his brains to think of some plan to save Aarushi.

"Bas avai." Om shrugged.

"Bas avai?!!" Aarushi asked. "Buddhe tera dimaag ghaas charne gaya hai kya?!"

Aarushi crossed her limits. Not her limits. She crossed Om's patience limit. He positioned his finger on the trigger and it clicked. Another move and the bullet would be released.

The atmosphere intensified. Everyone was shocked as hell. Devaki stared at her best friend at gun point. Parul and Nivi glanced at each other and gulped their saliva down. Yudhveer held Bandana's hand and gave it a light squeeze. Sameeksha's face turned pale. Sara's eyes widened. Rohan, Sid and Abhishek were unconscious.

Suddenly, another gunshot was heard.  Om wailed loudly as his hand was shot. His gun skidded across the floor.  "Ahhhh! Yeh kya hua????kisne goli chalayi?!!"

A group of men entered the room with their guns aimed at the terrorists. Then a masked man entered aiming his gun at Om. He was quick. He grabbed Om and positioned his gun on his head. He looked at Om's men.

"Agar apne boss ki salamati chahte ho toh apne hatiyar niche rakho aur in sab maasumo ko chhod do."

A low murmur erupted among Om's men. Finally, they agreed. The contestants were released. All of Om's men stepped aside. The masked man looked at his own men.

"Arrest them and send a squad to rescue the children." He ordered.

"Sir!" His men saluted him and got working.

"Aapki pehchaan?" Bandana asked.  Aside, Zayn was trying to make Aarushi drink water.

The man stood there for a moment. He hit his head playfully.

"Mein bhi na! Bhool hi gya mask pehna hai meine!" He laughed at his own stupidity. Then he removed his mask and water sputtered out like a fountain from Aarushi's mouth. She began coughing and Zayn, who was still in shock, began patting her back.

"NAMISH?!!" Nivi exclaimed.

"Yeah, I usually go by the name: Officer Namish Taneja, ATS-Mumbai." Namish shrugged. Everyone's mouth fell open.

"ISS GADHE NE MERI JAAN BACHAYI?????!!!!OH MAJHA JEJHUS!!  MEIN TOH LOOT GAYI!" Aarushi shouted.

To be continued...