"We have a bride to rescue and a score to settle!" the man yelled, laughing as he fired a revolver into the air.
Aryan blinked, and when his vision cleared, he wasn't in the cafe anymore. He was standing in the middle of a vibrant, over-the-top wedding procession in Punjab. He looked down and gasped. He wasn't wearing his t-shirt and jeans; he was clad in a dazzling white sherwani with gold embroidery. Around his neck hung the 786 locket, now glowing with a soft, ethereal light. "Bahattar! Where have you been?" a booming voice shouted. Khiladi 786 Filmyzilla --39-LINK--39-
Suddenly, the world around him blurred. The smell of roasted coffee beans was replaced by the scent of gunpowder and marigolds. The chatter of the cafe faded, replaced by the rhythmic thumping of a dhol and the distant roar of a high-speed chase. "We have a bride to rescue and a score to settle