"Vijay, listen to me. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info You are very sad that Mithra is dead, can I be indifferent to Kavita's death? “

Dali took the Vijay father and daughter, who had become the deceased population, in Hyderabad, in Bharati's secret hut, to meet Sanjay, who identified himself.

The girl, who still can't remember, is left in the care of Bharati, and Vijay and Sanjay argue in the living room.

"You don't have to be sad." Vijay's attitude towards Sanjay was not very good after meeting Bharati.

"Wanamamalai is just a departing state minister, and I was able to remove him from the minister's position, and now I can kill him. But Vijay, if I do that, you and your children will be labeled as me, and this kind of thing will exacerbate the conflict with the government. When the time comes, it will not only be a few local bullies who have lost their power, but also agents, holy warriors, democracy fighters, and mercenaries who will fight for money. You are not me, and now when I speak to you, there are hundreds of professionals who have sacrificed their lives to work for the safety of my lives. Trust me, you just have to wait. “

Vijay sat on the sofa and watched, and Sanjay, who was wandering in front of him anxiously, asked, "What are you waiting for?" “

"Waiting for the birth of my son, waiting for the birth of your future son-in-law, waiting for the death of my uncle. Then power and children will give us the power to not only deal with Wanamamalai as you like, but also to run as a Tamil hero. With my support, you can definitely be elected as a minister of the Central Committee, not those who are insignificant, but at least the Minister of the Interior. “

"Hey! Do you think I'm going to want to go into politics? Complicit with those bed bugs? “

"Of course not, I am your in-laws, and although Amadunra gave birth to a girl, Valia is also pregnant. You don't have to wait too long, I'm your friend, your daughter's future father-in-law. I care about her safety as much as you do, you don't want to go into politics, you don't want to purify them, you don't want to speak up for your kind, no problem, just enjoy the life you want to live, but at this sensitive moment, I ask you to hold back your killing intent. “

"Oh my God! It's really worthless for Kavita, how many women are you hiding in this guy. Rest assured, Mithra wanted me to stop fighting against society before she died, and I would follow her wishes. “

Sanjay carefully glanced in the child's direction, but did not find Bharati. Then he sat down next to Vijay and whispered, "I'll give you a new identity." Kerala, where you'll own a bakery and villa, a perfect Orthodox identity. The only problem is not to leave any records at the police station until I go to you. You are a hero and a sign in the police world, and no matter how perfect the documents are, you can't eradicate the police officers who know you. “

"Thank you for everything you've done for us, but let's leave the engagement at that."

"Let me reintroduce myself. Vijay Kumar, my friend. I'm Sanjay Sivaji, Marata's first line of succession. “

"Walter?" Sanjay stretched out his right hand, but Vijay's hand didn't come up.

Before dawn fell, Dali and Vijay's father and daughter had to take advantage of the darkness to move.

"Sanjay, why does it have to be my daughter?" Before getting into the car, Vijay asked this question thoughtlessly.

"Because you're my friend. My only male friend. Sanjay's answer was silent, but a silent answer made with a lip shape.

Sitting in the speeding car, Vijay receives a text message from Sanjay on his phone. The person listening to the phone thought it was Sanjay's answer, and there was only one sentence on it: "I am King Krishna." “

This made the religious people who were reluctant to accept the prince's relationship with Shankara feel that they had been tricked, and the religious question of Calcutta's relaxation became acute again.

Thanks to the protection of the Holy Warriors, the mother and daughter of Amadon were able to enjoy their families in peace.

After the birth of the girl, Sanjay did not go to visit her, but made it clear that he wanted the Brahmin to hold a naming ceremony for the baby girl, but neither sect was willing to bless the child of Amadunla.

In the end, the Nakoda Monastery presided over the birth ceremony for the girl, and Amadon Ra kept his faith and became M's spokesperson for the royal family.

Sanjay collected his mood and, with a false smile, returned to Bharati.

Holding the girl in the orange gauze dress from behind, rubbing the girl's smooth skin, Sanjay seemed to have really forgotten Kavita's death.

"Sanjay, is he a police officer?"

Sanjay closed his eyes and enjoyed the tactile feast, and without thinking about it, he replied, "Of course, Vijay Kurmar, IT and Women Hero, you should have heard of him." “

"The assistant chief who killed the son of the state interior minister for the sake of an IT woman?"

"Deputy Director, to be exact, he used to be my boss."

"But his family is still dead, aren't they?"

Sanjay's eyes snapped open, and there was no trace of tenderness in them, only boundless anger.

"Don't mention it again, those moths will pay sooner or later."

Bharati grabbed Sanjay's hand, stared into his eyes and asked, "Even if you say that, I still have a question." You're so dedicated and passionate about your profession, don't you have a story? Why do you do such dangerous work? “

"Didn't I say that? I'm here to make your career as a journalist easier! “

"Enough, you have the power to do that even without a police position. I've investigated the cases you handled in Hyderabad, and the police, the government, and the army have all driven you. First the police department, then the Serious Crime Unit, and now the Drug Enforcement Agency. You're not for me, you're like you're in pursuit of thrills, constantly challenging more vicious criminals. “

"Then why do you work at the school?"

"Feeling happiness and spreading happiness is what motivates me to work now. What's your problem? “

Sanjay sighed and fell into thought, his eyes squinted to the upper right, and he said, "Why am I doing this?" Yes! Do you know that parents nowadays don't want their children to be police officers, but want their children to participate in reality shows and become a big star one day, so who will do the work of the police? Today's young man buys No. 4 in a nightclub, but he doesn't realize that the money he paid for No. 4 may be the money of terrorists. There is too much darkness in this world, but there is not enough lamp oil to light them. Even if I hand over to you all the corruption and sin of the whole state, I will arrest them after you expose them. Within a month, a group of strangers who we are not familiar with will take their place and continue their sinful deeds. “

"No, Sanjay, I know you've been lying to me, and I'm going to tell the truth. Who is Kavita and why should you be sad about her death? I could feel Vijay's disgust with me, and that look was like looking at a ****. I love you, rightly enough, but I don't want to love you in vain. “

Sanjay shook his head and pulled out two rings from the dark compartment. The rings vary in style and value, but they all have Sanjay's name engraved on them.

Fetching a copy of paper from his study, Sanjay demonstrated the role of the ring in front of Bharati. Two of the same names gave Bharati some bad premonitions.

"This is the wedding ring you gave me, and you still don't want to accept it again. And this cheap as new ring is Kavita, a treasured treasure, she is a lotus-like girl, and my dead wife. “

"Wife? Are you kidding me? She's your wife, so what am I? What do you think of me, of our love? Bharati roared uncontrollably.

Sanjay looked at the fine gold ring without a few carats of diamonds, and felt that the wedding ring embellished with a gram of gemstones next to it was particularly dazzling.

Bharati kept venting his frustration in various languages, but Sanjay couldn't hear even a single word.

When she cried and cried out in her throat, Sanjay just held her diamond ring flat in front of her eyes with one hand.

Seeing the wedding ring that once came to the fairy tale, Bharati was completely disappointed with Sanjay playing with another ring with tears in his eyes. There is no right or wrong, not justice.

At this moment, the education of school and parents is meaningless, and both people are carried away by love and lose their minds.

Bharati snatched the poor ring, threw down his dreamy wedding ring, ran out of the room crying, drove his sports car, and left the field of hope and the former home of fairy tales in the light of dawn.

A fairytale-like naïve girl who has been hit by love many times in succession and has completely lost her greed for the world of flowers.

drove a car to contact his family, returned to his hometown in Punjab, and released his old suspicions with his father, and became a country princess again.

But Sanjay clearly didn't want to let her go, or let go of the ring she had taken.

There is no policeman named Sanjay in Hyderabad, but Sanjay, a suitor of Punjabi descent, has come from Punjab.

Sitting on the sofa at home, Bharati habitually turned on the TV to watch the news.

The killing of tax collectors in 10 places, including Nandeid and Nashik, plunged Maharasht into chaos.

"Bribery has become a sacrifice, it has become the price of everything. All the legal departments treat civilians as newspapers, from the moment they turn the first page in front of the sink to the time they are thrown into the corner like garbage at nightfall, nothing at all. Every Friday, a government official is redeemed, either no longer corrupt or leaves this world. Yes, I am neither law-abiding nor law-abiding, I am not a politician or a terrorist. Heroism, in the name of evil. I'm Abdul-Jabbar, Abdul-Jabbar. Everyone's death cannot be avoided, and karma cannot be bought. "The manifesto of the hero Abdul-Jabbar became well-known through the media.

The news ignited a flame of hope in Bharati, who stared at the news every day in the hope of hearing news of Jabbar's victory.

Just a few days after the news appeared, Bharati's friends came with the good news that all the people in Maharasht were clean.

Abdul-Jabbar scared public officials across the state by killing a tax collector, killing 10 of the most corrupt police officers, only to expose a network laid out for five years.

The police arrested and beat all public officials in the state who were honest and did not accept bribes.

Hundreds of people, if not thousands, were beaten with batons and sent to a large house to live in the dark without food or water.

In order to save the hope of these societies, Jabbar voluntarily surrendered.

Although tens of millions of people across the country pleaded for his life, he could only leave his last speech and was calmly hanged like a traitor.

"I have never forgiven the wicked, so how can I ask forgiveness for myself? The power of students, I am proud of the power of students. Not every student will become a government official, but every government official has been a student at one time. Stop feeling lost about the future and start fighting those who embezzle. Wherever you go, you can shrug your shoulders and say, so what, we're not afraid of anything. Raise your hands, Shivaji Maharaj did not form any organization, he started alone, but everyone followed him. You have to decide in which direction you want the country to go. Because you are the future of this country, the power of your young people is the change. After I wrote my last words, I started killing those people. Don't destroy cars, trains, or taxis when I die, and if you really want to do something, light a lamp in your heart. Abdul-Jabbar will be pleased, and he will be proud of you. Do you know why I killed those people? Why should I kill the corrupt? Does anyone know? I'll tell you. Kill one corrupt person, and all corrupt people will take warning. Do you know why I'm dying? Because Abdul-Jabbar was wrong, I did the right thing, but the path I chose was wrong. Because I don't have a choice, I have to. Do you know who Abdul-Jabbar is? Anyone who doesn't turn a blind eye to injustice is Abdul-Jabbar. Those who punished corruption were Abdul-Jabbar. The one who makes the corrupt sweat even in an air-conditioned room is Abdul-Jabbar. Which of you is Abdul-Jabbar? Who is Abdul-Jabbar? Abdul-Jabbar? “

Sanjay sat down silently next to Bharati, dodging Sally with his right hand and stopping her waist directly, and snatching the remote control with his left hand to turn off the TV.

"What's so nice to see, like your father would have promised me a proposal. In this world, justice and justice are all on paper, they are long dead like Abdul-Jabbar, and only exploitation and violence are the eternal themes. “