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I decided to stop writing for my novel. Instead, write random scenes from my favourite movies for learning and dump them here for no reason at all, like an art dump, Idk if I can do this or not.
Day 1: Salaar - movie name, interval scene
Day 1: Salaar - movie name, interval scene
The air felt still, as if Adhya were in a locked chamber. She could feel the rumbling of the engine on her lower half. The small bumps she felt indicated that they were on a dirt road. Adhya looked around and noticed several wooden crates in the container, all marked with a symbol.
Adhya widened her eyes to see what it was, but failed.
“W-what is it?”
Adhaya mumbled before she widened her eyes again, and finally, she could see it. The wooden crates had a tribal mask on them. She scratched her head with her bound hands. Preplexed, she lay her back on the wall of the chamber.
She sighed. Her gaze turned toward a figure across her. The black figure was bound just like her. He wiggled in the darkness, trying to take off the rag on his face.
Adhya moved toward the figure and pulled the mask off with one of her hands. The figure had a thick beard and looked middle-aged. It was the guy her father asked her to follow when she reached India.
His name was Bilal, and he looked panicked as he tried to free himself. It felt weird, and Adhya sat down across from him.
She looked at him, and he looked just like her when she first arrived in India. She still remembers the day. A man blocked her taxi and killed the driver, and she thought her life was going to end. But Bilal helped her escape her abductors.
Adhya now saw the same fear in Bilal. She gently leaned against the wall and spoke.
“Who are these people? What’s their relationship with my father? Why did he help me?”
The questions kept coming as she finally had the strength to go against her fear.
“And what is this?”
Adhya pointed at the symbol on the crates, Bilal’s eyes followed her finger and widened when he saw them. With haste, he spoke.
“Brace yourself.”
Adhya raised her eyebrow as he heard his words, and confusion crept into her mind before she spoke.
“What?”
Bilal replied with the same haste.
“Brace… youself”
Adhya slowly moved forward and gripped a pole between them. Both of them sat in silence; only the rumble of the engine could be heard.
Boom.
Adhya could feel a tremor as if a blast occurred, and the chamber walls couldn’t spot the commotion outside. She felt multiple gunshots around their vehicle…
…
Somewhere else at the same time.
Krishnakanth could feel the sun rays penetrating his skin; he paced hurriedly. In front of him stood a metal gate, behind which was a huge villa. He could feel the fabric stuck to his skin as the sweat drenched him.
The gate creaked as he pushed them, he looked around and spotted many people. All of them looked huge and pierced him with their intense gazes. However, Krishnakanth ignored all of them and walked toward the door.
He finally entered the villa and stood at the entrance. Before him, a hunched-back woman sat with a straw basket in her arms. There was raw rice in it, and she picked tiny insects off. Her wrinkled eyes finally turned toward Krishnakanth, and she smiled. Her face tightened as her smile widened before she spoke.
“Krishnakanth! It’s been many years.”
Krishnakanth cleared his throat and spoke, and his words came out quickly.
“I am here, take me. Leave my daughter alone.”
He joined his arms and asked.
The old woman kept smiling, and she continued picking dust off. Her gaze carried a hint of victory as she spoke again.
“Your daughter has been marked, and she is on her way.”
Krishnakanth felt a knot forming in his throat as he heard her words. He steadied himself and spoke again, and his voice was calmer than before.
“H-he failed?”
The old woman stopped, and she no longer picked dust. Her smile dimmed a little as she spoke again.
“He?”
Krishnakanth prepared to answer her query, but before he could. Loud footsteps approached them. A figure stood beside him and spoke. His voice was gruff, and he had a thick, long beard.
Krishnakanth did not need to turn his head, and he knew who he was. He just stood there as the fear in his heart was now fading. He knew the arrival of this man meant safety.
The man beside him finally spoke.
“Someone stopped the shipment!”
The old woman’s face tightened as the wrinkles on her face turned ugly. She stood up in rage and screamed.
“Who dared to? Kill him!”
Krishnakanth finally straightened his back and looked at her, and his eyes no longer carried the fear he brought. He finally spoke with a confident voice.
“Devaratha.”
Everybody in front of him halted, their bodies motionless. Their eyes widened.
…
Rinda grimaced as he felt a sharp pain in his head. He held his head and groaned as his sleep was disturbed. Finally, he opened his eyes, and he was in a truck. The gunshots near him pierced his ears. Occasionally, he could feel tremors as something struck the ground.
Rinda looked at his driver and screamed,
“Which son of a bitch stopped our shipment?”
Crackle
Before his driver could answer, a bullet shot through the glass and drilled into the driver’s head. Rinda quickly got off the couch behind the driver’s seat and hid himself.
…
Krishnakanth’s pupils widened as a woman emerged from the shadows. She turned toward all of them and laughed, and her laugh echoed in the hall. He knew who she was. How low she has fallen.
Radharama.
It was a name he couldn’t forget, and it was due to him. It was due to his betrayal. Radharama sought his daughter.
She laughed again and turned towards them.
“Kill him?” She laughed again, “Nobody can touch him.”
…
Rinda stood outside, in front of him, a camp lay in ash and fire. Many corpses lay on the road, his face contorted with rage, and he growled.
“Sniper rifle!”
A man ran over to him and handed him a sniper, Rinda quickly put the stock on his shoulder and looked through the scope on the rifle. Dust swallowed everything before him, but a figure moved in it.
A pair of machetes in his hands moved and sliced anybody who dared to attack him, and with each corpse, he moved forward.
Rinda couldn’t get a clear shot, as the figure was agile. Blood sprayed in the air wherever the figure moved.
…
Radharama looked at Krishnakanth and then the old woman with her eyes, which carried pity. She addressed them again.
“Kill him, you beavers may hold a river back. But,”
She paused as a chuckle escaped from her,
“What will you do when it’s a sea?”
…
Rinda finally saw the figure, but the dust did not settle. A man with a blade ran through the dust to stab the figure, but the figure raised its hand. Sparks flew as the blade met the machete, and the figure moved. A punch. The blade in the man’s hand flew, and the figure caught it.
With two blades in his hands, the figure slicked the man’s head.
Rinda finally saw the figure’s back as he held two blades. His right hand was normal, but his left hand. It had a tattoo.
Rinda stepped back.
He lowered his rifle.
His heart beat raised as he left the sniper on the ground and stepped back slowly.
The tattoo was familiar, something that had shaken him in the past.
A man he wished to never see again.
…
Radharama spoke again, and her voice sounded bitter. Her face was full of rage.
“That is why I made him stop our shipment.”
Krishnakanth looked at her. He knew what was happening and why she did it.
“You know who the shipment belongs to, right?”
Krishnakanth anticipated a name, and soon he sighed as his fear came true.
“Varadha Raja Mannar!”
Adhya widened her eyes to see what it was, but failed.
“W-what is it?”
Adhaya mumbled before she widened her eyes again, and finally, she could see it. The wooden crates had a tribal mask on them. She scratched her head with her bound hands. Preplexed, she lay her back on the wall of the chamber.
She sighed. Her gaze turned toward a figure across her. The black figure was bound just like her. He wiggled in the darkness, trying to take off the rag on his face.
Adhya moved toward the figure and pulled the mask off with one of her hands. The figure had a thick beard and looked middle-aged. It was the guy her father asked her to follow when she reached India.
His name was Bilal, and he looked panicked as he tried to free himself. It felt weird, and Adhya sat down across from him.
She looked at him, and he looked just like her when she first arrived in India. She still remembers the day. A man blocked her taxi and killed the driver, and she thought her life was going to end. But Bilal helped her escape her abductors.
Adhya now saw the same fear in Bilal. She gently leaned against the wall and spoke.
“Who are these people? What’s their relationship with my father? Why did he help me?”
The questions kept coming as she finally had the strength to go against her fear.
“And what is this?”
Adhya pointed at the symbol on the crates, Bilal’s eyes followed her finger and widened when he saw them. With haste, he spoke.
“Brace yourself.”
Adhya raised her eyebrow as he heard his words, and confusion crept into her mind before she spoke.
“What?”
Bilal replied with the same haste.
“Brace… youself”
Adhya slowly moved forward and gripped a pole between them. Both of them sat in silence; only the rumble of the engine could be heard.
Boom.
Adhya could feel a tremor as if a blast occurred, and the chamber walls couldn’t spot the commotion outside. She felt multiple gunshots around their vehicle…
…
Somewhere else at the same time.
Krishnakanth could feel the sun rays penetrating his skin; he paced hurriedly. In front of him stood a metal gate, behind which was a huge villa. He could feel the fabric stuck to his skin as the sweat drenched him.
The gate creaked as he pushed them, he looked around and spotted many people. All of them looked huge and pierced him with their intense gazes. However, Krishnakanth ignored all of them and walked toward the door.
He finally entered the villa and stood at the entrance. Before him, a hunched-back woman sat with a straw basket in her arms. There was raw rice in it, and she picked tiny insects off. Her wrinkled eyes finally turned toward Krishnakanth, and she smiled. Her face tightened as her smile widened before she spoke.
“Krishnakanth! It’s been many years.”
Krishnakanth cleared his throat and spoke, and his words came out quickly.
“I am here, take me. Leave my daughter alone.”
He joined his arms and asked.
The old woman kept smiling, and she continued picking dust off. Her gaze carried a hint of victory as she spoke again.
“Your daughter has been marked, and she is on her way.”
Krishnakanth felt a knot forming in his throat as he heard her words. He steadied himself and spoke again, and his voice was calmer than before.
“H-he failed?”
The old woman stopped, and she no longer picked dust. Her smile dimmed a little as she spoke again.
“He?”
Krishnakanth prepared to answer her query, but before he could. Loud footsteps approached them. A figure stood beside him and spoke. His voice was gruff, and he had a thick, long beard.
Krishnakanth did not need to turn his head, and he knew who he was. He just stood there as the fear in his heart was now fading. He knew the arrival of this man meant safety.
The man beside him finally spoke.
“Someone stopped the shipment!”
The old woman’s face tightened as the wrinkles on her face turned ugly. She stood up in rage and screamed.
“Who dared to? Kill him!”
Krishnakanth finally straightened his back and looked at her, and his eyes no longer carried the fear he brought. He finally spoke with a confident voice.
“Devaratha.”
Everybody in front of him halted, their bodies motionless. Their eyes widened.
…
Rinda grimaced as he felt a sharp pain in his head. He held his head and groaned as his sleep was disturbed. Finally, he opened his eyes, and he was in a truck. The gunshots near him pierced his ears. Occasionally, he could feel tremors as something struck the ground.
Rinda looked at his driver and screamed,
“Which son of a bitch stopped our shipment?”
Crackle
Before his driver could answer, a bullet shot through the glass and drilled into the driver’s head. Rinda quickly got off the couch behind the driver’s seat and hid himself.
…
Krishnakanth’s pupils widened as a woman emerged from the shadows. She turned toward all of them and laughed, and her laugh echoed in the hall. He knew who she was. How low she has fallen.
Radharama.
It was a name he couldn’t forget, and it was due to him. It was due to his betrayal. Radharama sought his daughter.
She laughed again and turned towards them.
“Kill him?” She laughed again, “Nobody can touch him.”
…
Rinda stood outside, in front of him, a camp lay in ash and fire. Many corpses lay on the road, his face contorted with rage, and he growled.
“Sniper rifle!”
A man ran over to him and handed him a sniper, Rinda quickly put the stock on his shoulder and looked through the scope on the rifle. Dust swallowed everything before him, but a figure moved in it.
A pair of machetes in his hands moved and sliced anybody who dared to attack him, and with each corpse, he moved forward.
Rinda couldn’t get a clear shot, as the figure was agile. Blood sprayed in the air wherever the figure moved.
…
Radharama looked at Krishnakanth and then the old woman with her eyes, which carried pity. She addressed them again.
“Kill him, you beavers may hold a river back. But,”
She paused as a chuckle escaped from her,
“What will you do when it’s a sea?”
…
Rinda finally saw the figure, but the dust did not settle. A man with a blade ran through the dust to stab the figure, but the figure raised its hand. Sparks flew as the blade met the machete, and the figure moved. A punch. The blade in the man’s hand flew, and the figure caught it.
With two blades in his hands, the figure slicked the man’s head.
Rinda finally saw the figure’s back as he held two blades. His right hand was normal, but his left hand. It had a tattoo.
Rinda stepped back.
He lowered his rifle.
His heart beat raised as he left the sniper on the ground and stepped back slowly.
The tattoo was familiar, something that had shaken him in the past.
A man he wished to never see again.
…
Radharama spoke again, and her voice sounded bitter. Her face was full of rage.
“That is why I made him stop our shipment.”
Krishnakanth looked at her. He knew what was happening and why she did it.
“You know who the shipment belongs to, right?”
Krishnakanth anticipated a name, and soon he sighed as his fear came true.
“Varadha Raja Mannar!”
