Blurb:
Vikram Gowda:
31-year-old dashing, smart Police commissioner. The past 5 years of his life who saw struggle through wanting to become a lawyer with his agility on the subject but being forced to take up the legacy of his father. His heart's...
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"..." Rajeev noticed that his trainee was not able to pull out a steady hit on the boxing bag, with some distraction.
"...15 pull ups...and then the burpees...10...I will be back..." he instructed the other trainees and went over to the boy who was an extra in between those police trainees.
But when the Commissioner's son want to train under the best you have to make him go through fire.
Rajeev saw a spark in the boy when he could easily do a front and back lip without interruptions. He had amazing kicks thanks to his long strong legs. But the boy was off track when it came to traditional martial arts, being trained in only the new techs.
So, when his best student couldn't get the training on line with his schedule, Rajeev thought to put him in track.
"...did the push-ups tire you out, huh?" Rajeev stood beside the boy who understood the remark. He kept his head down answering, with a rub of his forehead "...Sir?...um...I am having some pain in the elbow area...so, yeah!"
The answer only made Rajeev smirk with eyeing the nearby boxing gloves. He traced the boy who was hiding his eyes from the once Mafia Capo.
"...lets flex them...shall we?" he patted his gloved hands calling on the boy who got his breath stuck.
"..Sir...Its...I-I...am doing it..." and continued to clumsily hitting the boxing bag angering the man, who threw the towel at him. Rajeev signalled him to join him with donning the boxing gloves.
Vikram obeyed him with preparing to give his best shot.
But...
Wham!
The first hit made the boy see stars with his widened eyes. Rajeev would never hit so hard.
As he gathered around, came the next hit not giving him time to relax.
Vikram could only hide his face by blocking the powerful hits by Rajeev.
The angry mafia capo backed throwing the gloves away and huffingly low screamed "...come on...one o one...without gloves!"
Vikram got scared of the way the mid-40s man flexed his muscles which threatened to bulge out of his powerful arms.
"...Come on!..." Rajeev got ready to give the boy his best hit when the scared boy hopped to stand tall in front of the mid-40s man.
