Showdown-II

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It was a blow to Sonu's ego and heart. It struck him like a thunder. He was shell-shocked. His eyes gently closes and he sleeps peacefully.

Sonu woke up with a ding-dong from his bell. He quickly brushed his teeth near the kitchen sink. He washes his face.

He opens the door.

"Sonu Kapoor! We have a warranty to check your house." Commanded Ahmed in his tax officer's voice. He and his crew looked dashing into suit and ties.

"You don't who my father is. I have connections. You will pay for this." responded Sonu firmly.

"Your father looted our country. We will show you who our fathers are. Son of ..." replied soju, Ahmed's rightman.

"Sojurn, Language!" Yell Ahmed.

"I don't have anyone. My mother ran away with some guy when I was little. My father ran away with his money. If I call anyone for help, I will be interrogated about my father's whereabouts. Take everything you want." sobs Sonu.

"Stop all this drama!" Yells Ahmed.

Ahmed and his crew rummages through Sonu's room. They find Rs.50 lakhs under his bed. The crew dug themselves into the cavity and remove the solid crisp notes of Rs.500 bundle. The crew lithely carried the note bundle as if they were carrying a child.

Sonu's head was clasped on his palms. He didn't look up to see that his money was going out.

Ma's special became a hit. Every pedestrian were licking their fingers after tasting the jam. They all paid handsomely for the jar. The money was going for a good cause. They mentioned it. Clever people. The money will be used to paint walls with pee repellent paints.

On the other hand, Ahmed messages - "Mission accomplished". Anant is ecstatic. He finally was doing something for his country. He was selling Ma's special on streets. He messages in the vassooli gang group: "Well done, guys. I am proud to be your mentor and friend."

After 1 month...

Anant and his oldie gangs are painting the wall with pee repellent paint. The city became their canvases. No stinky places. Everyone is happy. It is just a start. Anant smiles peacefully.