My Psycho Lover Anger issues

Anger issues

The policemen, their senses assaulted by the sheer brutality of the scene, were powerless to contain the bile rising in their throats as they violently emptied their stomachs, their minds forever scarred by the unfathomable cruelty unfolding before their horrified eyes.

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Kabir Singh Rathore

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Lakshman Singh Rajput

||Sighing in anger|| साले की किस्मत अच्छी थी जल्दी मर गया मादरचो#। (Bastard was lucky because this motherf#cker died early)

After the brutal assault, Lakshman callously tossed the blood-drenched iron rod aside, its surface glistening with the remnants of Iqbal's shattered skull.

Turning his gaze towards the trembling policemen, he reveled in the sight of their pallid faces contorted in agony, their bodies still wracked with the aftermath of witnessing such depravity.

Despite his heinous act being concluded, the officers remained in a state of abject horror, their minds haunted by the visceral images that had seared into their souls, leaving them forever scarred by the depths of human cruelty.

Lakshman Singh Rajput

||Sighs in disappointment|| क्या हुआ बस इतना सब देखकर तुम लोगो की फट गई? (What happened, you are all vomiting just after seeing this small scene)

Kabir Singh Rathore

||Wipes face and stands up|| अबे तू पुलिसवाला है या कसाई। (Are you a policeman or a butcher?)

Lakshman Singh Rajput

||Wipes the blood drops on his face giving horrifying vibe|| लाश को पोस्टमार्टम करने के लिए भेज दो और बोल देना किसी गुमनाम प्राणी ने इसे बेरहमी से मार दिया। (Send the body for postmortem and say that some unknown creature brutally killed him.)

With a chilling indifference, Lakshman issued commands to his fellow officers before striding towards the awaiting police car, casually wiping the blood of his victim from his face.

His callous demeanor betrayed no hint of remorse for the unfathomable brutality he had just displayed.

As he made his way, the other policemen stole glances at Iqbal's mangled corpse, a grotesque sight that defied any attempt at normalcy.

The horrifying condition of the body, twisted and contorted beyond recognition, continued to send shivers down their spines, a grim reminder of the merciless manner in which Lakshman had extinguished Iqbal's life.

Lakshman Singh Rajput

||Takes out a cigarette and started smoking to release the stress and relax his mood||

Kabir Singh Rathore

||Comes and sat on the seat next to him and closed the door|| 😮‍💨

Lakshman Singh Rajput

||Smoking, and eyes closed, thinking of something||

Kabir Singh Rathore

||Looks at his uniform that is covered in Iqbal's blood|| "You really need to control your anger. You are the Superintendent of police not a criminal."

Lakshman Singh Rajput

||Opens eyes and extinguished the cigarette and threw it out||

Lakshman Singh Rajput

मैं जानता हूं मैं कौन हूं लेकिन ये भी जानता हूं की मेरा मेरे गुस्से पर कोई भी काबू नही है। (I know who I am, and I also know that I can do nothing to control my anger)

Kabir Singh Rathore

तुझे पुलिस फोर्स ज्वाइन किए हुए सिर्फ कुछ ही साल हुए हैं और तू दस बार टेंपरेरी सस्पेंड भी हो चुका है, अब तो तू अपने गुस्से पर काबू कर। (It has only been a few years since you joined the police force, and you have already been temporarily suspended ten times, now control you really need to control your anger.)

Lakshman Singh Rajput

||Takes out his smartphone|| "Kabir, complete the formalities and send report to headquarters, I am leaving for some important work."

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