My Psycho Lover Psycho in Uniform

Psycho in Uniform

In the middle of the night, in the heavy rain, he hides behind a big dustbin while running away from the police vehicles in that deserted old settlement.

Iqbal

||Gasping for breaths|| सालो मेरे टुकड़ों पर... पलने वालो आज मेरी ही जान... के दुश्मन बन चुके हो। (Those who grew up on my crumbs for years have now become enemies of my life.)

His heart, filled with the terror of death, was beating so fast that even in this silence he could hear it.

After there is no movement for a while, when he peeks and sees a way to escape, someone places a hand on his shoulder from behind.

Iqbal

||gulp in terror|| 😰

Now his fear has doubled and before he can do anything he realizes that due to fear his body has stopped functioning and he falls down trembling.

Iqbal

||Dragging himself back|| नही... नही नही... मुझे मत मारना... (No, no, no... don't kill me...)

Standing in front of him is a policeman in khaki uniform who has no pity in his eyes. He picks up the iron rod lying nearby.

Lakshman Singh Rajput

||making the firm grip on Iron rod|| तेरे जैसे लोग दया के काबिल नहीं है। (People like you don't deserve mercy)

There was neither emotion nor fear in his eyes, if anything there was just wild anger and cruelty.

Iqbal

||Gulp|| No, don't... please I beg you... don't kill me... I am...

Lakshman Singh Rajput

||Kicked his face|| Die in hell son of a bítch

As soon as he said this, growling like a lion, he started brutally hitting him on the head with that iron rod.

After hitting him continuously for the next ten minutes he almost killed Iqbal in the most brutal way.

His eyes were hanging out, skin is removed from several places on face, his nose, his jaw even something that is impossible for anyone to see without vomiting.

Lakshman Singh Rajput

||Some steps back|| This is not the end.

This is not the end of torture, he holds the Iron rod like a dagger and stabbed it with full force in his dead skull.

But when he is going to open his skill on the spot in anger, the other police officers working under him came on time and pulled him back using their full strength.

Kabir Singh Rathore

||Pushing him backward and shouted|| Laksman, calm down... just calm down...

Lakshman Singh Rajput

||locked Kabir's arm and threw him on the side|| Don't even dare to come in my way

Kabir Singh Rathore

||Groaning in pain|| अबे मेरी शकल मत देखो... जाओ और उसे रोको वरना सबकी नौकरी खा जायेगा। (Don't look at my face... just go and stop him otherwise we all will lose our job)

After listening to Kabir, they move ahead but seeing the live horrifying image of Laksman no one dares to do anything.

With ruthless determination, Laxman drove the jagged iron rod deep into the lifeless head of Iqbal, relishing the grotesque sound of bone splintering beneath its merciless force.

With each merciless thrust, he tore through flesh and shattered skull, exposing the innermost recesses of Iqbal's brain in a macabre display of savagery.

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