(This is the ninth part and if you have not read the earlier parts yet, then to understand the story properly, you should read it from the beginning itself.)

  Read from Part 1 here:

  “Vijay, I too could have killed you that night—but I didn't do so—there is no enmity between us, then why are you killing me?” Along with speaking, Sagar was also trying to get his leg released—“You will be hanged for the crime of my murder.”

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  But it was as if a ghost had possessed Vijay. He wanted to finish him as soon as possible and leave from here. Because any vehicle passing from here could create an obstacle in his work.

  Tadaak

  “Oh!”

  Sagar too was not among those who would die so easily. What happened was that he struck Vijay’s knee with his free leg and fell upon the same leg of Sagar which Vijay had caught. Right then, as that same leg of Sagar targeted Vijay’s face, Vijay rolled away far on the road.

  But in the blinking of an eye, he stood up too.

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  Before Sagar could understand anything, Vijay began raining kicks and punches on him.

  Sagar understood very well that he could not compete with Vijay for long and Vijay’s intention was to throw him into the abyss. Then, being powerful, he could also be successful in this intention.

  Any weak, unarmed person, when he feels that now I cannot compete, then the only option for him to save himself is to run from there. And exactly this is what Sagar did too. Getting a chance, he took off on the road as if hundreds of ghosts were behind him.

  Vijay rushed toward the motorcycle and in the very first kick, started it and raced it on the road.

  The running Sagar was thinking that if some vehicle comes from the front, perhaps his life could be saved.

  But where does it rain when a fire breaks out.

  The distance was continuously decreasing. Sagar, getting off the road, ran toward the high hills on the right side which were just a short distance from the road.

  When the death of a jackal comes, he runs toward the city; today Vijay understood the meaning of this proverb.

  Leaving the motorcycle on the road itself, he too went after him.

  As soon as they stepped down from the road, thorny bushes welcomed them. Which were approximately as high as their knees.

  But both did not let their speed decrease. The stairs built on the hill visible in front were giving a sense of some temple being above. This hill was of a light red color.

  Sagar, crossing the thorny bushes, was continuously climbing the stairs. He did not know where the stairs would take him, but for the time being, his objective was not to fall into Vijay’s hands at any cost. He was troubled thinking this too, that after all, what has 'The Eighth Wonder' made him smell (influenced him with) that he has become thirsty for my blood without any reason.

  On the other side, Vijay was entangled in the bushes itself, but no one could come here to help Sagar. Thinking this, he was feeling relief. To some extent, the day had broken, but the black clouds that had formed in the sky were trying to create darkness again.

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