The scene starts with Dev asking Arjun, "Do you know how to stop that devil?"
Arjun replied, coughing a little (as we know he was stabbed by the devil in his stomach, not seriously), "Yes… kinda, but I don't know if it will work."
Dev replied, "Just tell bro… we'll see how it works."
Arjun then nodded, "Okay. First, we have to collect the pieces of the drawing again, which are now scattered in the school — my family had placed a mantra that makes it separate into pieces again and again..."
Dev said, "Look's like I have to check the whole school..."
Arjun replied, "Yes... We have no other choice..."
Scene shift — School Auditorium
Aman, Rishi, Rohit, and Kabir were still running, breath heavy, from the devil.
They finally burst into the empty auditorium, stopping at the stage.
Kabir gasped, "Bro… now what? That devil is still behind us! Where should we go? I think we're gonna die…"
Aman tried to calm him, but deep down, he knew Kabir wasn't wrong.
Rishi nodded silently. "Looks like… we can't escape."
Aman's face hardened. His tone dropped cold and fearless.
"Then we'll fight back."
His words echoed through the auditorium.
Then—
A deep, chilling giggle rippled through the dark hall.
Everyone froze.
Rishi quickly lifted his camera, the screen flickering as it focused on the far end of the seating area.
There—through the lens—two glowing red eyes stared back from the shadows.
Rishi whispered, "He's here…"
They all turned, trembling, as the devil—Sameer's possessed body—slowly stood from the back row.
With a grin that chilled the air, he descended the central stairs toward the stage.
"Looks like you're not gonna run," he said, voice echoing, half amusement, half death.
"But you… want to fight me?"
He laughed. "Do you really think you can fight me?"
Everyone shook with fear—except Aman. Though his heart raced, his stance stayed firm.
"Yes," Aman said coldly.
The devil's grin widened. "You look strong…"
He walked to the front seat, sat down casually, and leaned forward.
"Fine. We'll fight. But first—" his voice twisted, "let's take a small test...."
Before anyone could react, a dark, ghostly creature emerged from nowhere, slamming its fist into Aman's chest.
Aman went flying, crashing into the auditorium wall.
"Aman bro!" Kabir yelled, rushing to him with Rishi and Rohit.
Aman groaned, pushing himself up, "Yeah… I'm fine. That was just a tickle."
Rishi pointed, panic in his voice. "Bro… look at this!"
Everyone turned.
Around the devil, dozens of shadowy, twisted figures began crawling out from the darkness, surrounding him.
Aman's eyes widened. "Where the hell did they come from? We already explored almost the whole school—there weren't this many creatures!"
Rohit scared, "Yeah… there weren't any. I think it's because of him."
Kabir added, "But I thought a powerful aura like his would repel other creatures."
Rohit replied coldly, "Maybe he's so powerful… his presence doesn't repel them—"
He stared at the devil, whose red eyes gleamed like burning coals.
"—it draws them in."
The scene shifts back to Dev
Who is running through the empty classrooms, corridors searching desperately for the scattered pieces.He slams open another door, looks around, and mutters,
"Dammit… where the hell are these pieces?"
Frustrated, he drops into an old chair, rubbing his face.
"Think fast, Dev. You're a bigger dumbo than Sameer if you can't even find a few papers…"
As he thinks, a deep, echoing voice whispers in his mind — calm, almost ancient:
"First one… in the room next to the stairs."
Dev freezes. His eyes widen.
"What the—?"
For a second, he doesn't move — but curiosity wins. He rushes toward the room beside the staircase. At first, it seems empty… until something catches his eye under a broken desk.
He kneels, pulls out a dusty piece of the drawing — the first piece.
Dev smirks slightly and mutters,
"Thanks, whoever you are… guess I owe you one."
But silence follows. No voice replies this time.
He exhales, half smiling.
"Heh… maybe it's just my mind playing tricks again."
Then, gripping the piece tightly, he steps back into the dark corridor — the flickering torch light stretching to the walls — ready to hunt for the next piece.
The scene shifts
Back to Aman, Kabir, Rohit, and Rishi, standing on the auditorium stage as the swarm of dark creatures closes in.
Aman unwraps a few Rakshasutras from his wrist and tosses two toward Kabir and Rohit.
"Take these. They'll help in the fight."
Kabir catches one, blinking.
"Bro, we can't fight like you. You need them more than us."
Rohit nods.Aman's voice turns low and steady.
"Maybe you can't fight like me… but if you trust yourself, you'll find your strength is louder than your fear."
Kabir smirks and cracks his neck, energy rising.
"Then let's go. Time to show these freaks my style."
Rohit , "Yeah, let's show them they picked the wrong squad to mess with."
Aman grins faintly.
"Good. I'll take the front. You two guard Rishi — he doesn't have a Rakshasutra."
Kabir laughs.
"Why protect him? He's the cameraman — he's invincible!"
Rohit joins in, chuckling.
"Yeah, bro — everyone knows the cameraman never dies!"
They share a quick laugh — a flicker of light in the darkness.
Then Aman clenches his fists, his aura pulsing faintly.
"Alright… ready?"
Kabir wraps the Rakshasutra around a stick; it glows with a faint golden hue.
"Ready!"
Rohit swings the Rakshasutra threads, their light swirling around him.
"Ready!"
Rishi raises his camera, the red light blinking on.
"Rolling and ready. Let's make this epic."
Aman steps forward, eyes fixed on the enemy.
"Then move!"
With a unified shout, they charge forward, and the dark creatures roar back, rushing toward them —light and shadow clashing in a thunderous wave across the stage.
While the Devil (inside Sameer's body) smirks evilly, his glowing red eyes shimmer in the dim light of the moon in the auditorium.He rests one hand on his cheek, tilting his head slightly, amused by the chaos unfolding before him.
As Aman, Kabir, Rohit, and Rishi charge forward and clash with the dark creatures,the Devil lets out a quiet, sinister chuckle — low and echoing through the hall.
"Hah… look at them," he mutters, his voice dripping with arrogance."So desperate… so fragile… yet still pretending to be heroes."
He stays seated on the front row, legs crossed, calmly watching the fight as if it were a stage play meant only for his entertainment. with every scream and crash echoing across the auditorium, his smirk grows wider.
"Dance, mortals… dance until the last drop of your courage fades away."
The dark aura around him thickens — almost like shadows bowing before their master —yet he remains completely still, observing every move, every scream, every spark of hope he plans to crush later.
The scene shifts
Back to Dev, still running through the dark, echoing hallways — the dim lights flickering as his footsteps pound against the floor.He opens every classroom door one by one, searching desperately.
"Damn it," he mutters under his breath, brushing his hair back in frustration."Where the hell are these stupid pieces hiding…"
He checks the corners, under desks, behind the blackboard — but nothing.Dev sighs and leans against a wall, panting.
"Okay, think, Dev… think fast. You're not that dumb… maybe a little, but not that much."
He chuckles weakly at himself before glancing around again.Then he mumbles, "Hey… deep voice helper guy… if you're real, uh, can you help me again? Please?"
For a moment, there's only silence — the faint hum of broken tube lights buzzing overhead.Dev shrugs. "Yeah, I knew it. Just my mind playing tricks again."
But suddenly — that same deep, echoing voice whispers in his mind:
"The room next to this one…"
Dev freezes, eyes widening. "What the— again?"Without wasting time, he rushes into the next room, searching every corner.
After a minute of rummaging, he spots a glowing fragment of the drawing beneath a broken chair.His face lights up. "Yes! Got it!"
He picks it up and smirks."Thanks, man… whoever or whatever you are. You're awesome."
The voice doesn't reply this time. Only the faint wind brushing through the hallway answers him.Dev grins and pockets the piece. "Silent type, huh? Fine by me."
And he moves on deeper into the darkness, unaware of the faint shadow that follows him just behind the light of his torch.
The scene cuts
Back to Aman, Kabir, Rohit, and Rishi — standing their ground on the auditorium stage as waves of dark, ghostly creatures charge at them from every direction.The flickering red glow from the devil's eyes casts their shadows across the broken seats and torn curtains.
Aman steps forward, fists wrapped in Rakhshasutra, energy crackling faintly around his hands.He mutters, "Come on then…" and swings.
BOOM!
His punch connects — the creature explodes into a cloud of black mist, fading into the air.Every hit he lands sends another creature flying, each disintegrating mid-air.
Beside him, Kabir grips his stick tightly — wrapped with glowing threads of Rakhshasutra.He smirks and spins it in his hands like a martial artist."Looks like those years of training weren't for nothing!" he shouts, striking two creatures in one swift motion — crack!crack! — both vanish into dust.
Rohit, with a calm, deadly focus, whirls his glowing threads through the air like serpents.One dark spirit leaps — Rohit flicks his wrist, and the thread coils around its neck.He pulls sharply — the creature's head dissolves into black smoke.He exhales, cold and steady. "One by one… you all fall."
At the center, Rishi keeps his camera raised, capturing everything.His hands tremble, breath heavy — the lens flickers with static as he pans across the chaos.From Rishi's camera POV, we see flashes of the fight —Kabir spinning his staff, Aman's fists glowing, Rohit's threads slicing through shadows —each hit synchronized with bursts of light and ash.
Behind the lens, Rishi whispers,"Damn… this is insane… but we're actually holding them off."
The auditorium shakes with each impact — the sound of punches, cracking floors, and ghostly screeches echoing through the darkness.And somewhere, seated calmly among the empty chairs, the Devil (inside Sameer) watches with a cold smirk, one hand resting against his cheek — his glowing eyes reflecting the fight like a spectator watching a play.
"Dance, little heroes,"he murmurs softly, voice dripping with mockery."Let's see how long your light lasts…"
After some time, Aman, Kabir, Rohit, and Rishi notice the number of dark creatures finally thinning out.The air fills with black mist — fading remnants of the fallen spirits.
Kabir, breathing heavily but still grinning, said, "Bro… I think we did it.
"Rohit laughed between gasps, "Finally… looks like the tide's turning."
Even Rishi, behind the camera, murmured, "Maybe… just maybe, we actually—"
THUD!
A blur of motion cuts through the air.A heavy punch strikes Aman from nowhere — the impact echoing through the auditorium like a thunderclap.Aman barely manages to block with his forearm, sliding back several meters before slamming his heel down to stop.The floor beneath his feet cracks.
"Aman!"Kabir, Rohit, and Rishi rush toward him.
Aman exhales sharply, lowering his arm."Yeah… I'm okay," he mutters, shaking his hand, his knuckles smoking slightly from the impact."But that… wasn't one of them."
The others turn their gaze toward the source.From the swirling mist at the center of the auditorium, a silhouette emerges — calm, composed, and terrifyingly confident.
The Devil, still in Sameer's body, slowly ascends from the stage steps.His expression — a cruel smirk.His eyes — glowing like twin embers in the darkness.
He stretches his neck, the sound of bones cracking echoing faintly.Then, with an almost mocking tone, he says —
"Looks like you're tougher than I thought."
"Shall we begin… for real this time?"
The remaining creatures vanish into thin air — like their master dismissed them with a thought.Now, only Aman, Kabir, Rohit, Rishi, and the Devil remain —the silence of the auditorium heavy, broken only by the faint hum of dark energy around Sameer's possessed form.
Scene Shifts back
Dev had been running through corridors, hallways, broken classrooms — everywhere.He checked under desks, behind cabinets, inside torn notice boards… but the third piece still refused to appear.
Breathing heavily, sweat dripping down his forehead, he finally slumped onto the stairs.
"Where the hell is it…"He muttered, rubbing his face with frustration.His voice cracked slightly — exhaustion finally catching up.
He looks up at the ceiling and sighs.
"…Maybe I should try asking again."
He closes his eyes and whispers:
"Hey… deep voice helper… can you hear me?Please… help me one last time. I really need it."
Silence.No echo.No whisper.Nothing.
Dev sits there for a moment, forcing a small laugh.
"Great… I guess I used all my wishes. Nice job, Dev."
He pushes himself up and starts walking again — limping slightly from fatigue.
But as he steps forward—THUD.
His foot catches on a fallen piece of debris.He stumbles and hits the floor face-first.
"DAMN— why didn't I see THIS?!" he yells, annoyed and tired.
He groans, slowly pushing himself up.
But then…something drifts into his vision.
A tiny dust falls from above.
And then —a piece of paper gently floats down in front of him… turning in the air… landing right next to his hand.
Dev's eyes widen.
It's the third piece.
A slow smile forms on his face — relief, gratitude, and disbelief all at once.
He looks up at the ceiling again.
"…Thank you, deep voice. You are… awesome."
He quickly snatches the piece, turns around, and starts sprinting toward Arjun as fast as he can.
"ARJUN!! I GOT IT!!"
His footsteps echo through the dark hallway as the scene cuts.
The Scene Shift
The devil—inside Sameer's body—leans slightly forward.A slow smirk spreads across his face.
And then—WHOOSH!He launches.
A blur of speed.
But Aman is already there.His Rakshasutra–wrapped hands rise instantly—
CLANG!He blocks the devil's first strike, feet digging into the ground.
Kabir, seeing an opening, charges with his stick wrapped in Rakshasutra.
"Take THIS—!"
He swings, but the devil turns his head slightly—thunk—he blocks Kabir's stick with one arm like it's nothing.
Rohit reacts next, snapping his glowing threads like a whip—
But the devil simply tilts back, letting the threads slice empty air.
Then, without warning—
BAM!!
The devil's fist slams into Aman's guard.Even though Aman blocks it, the force sends him crashing into the auditorium wall, cracking it.
"Aman!!" Kabir shouts.
Kabir's focus slips for half a second—and that's all the devil needs.
He flashes forward.
Kabir tries to dodge, bringing his stick up instinctively—
But the devil grabs the stick mid-swing.
CRACK—!!!
He shatters the stick into splinters with one squeeze.(Not the Rakshasutra, just the wooden stick.)
Kabir's eyes widen—
And the devil drives a strike into Kabir's gut.Not as powerful—most of the impact was absorbed by the stick—
But still enough to make Kabir choke and spit a few drops of blood.
He falls to his knees, gasping.
"Ka…bir!!" Rohit yells and charges.
The devil's fist is already swinging toward Rohit—
But—
THUD!!
Aman appears again, blocking the blow with both glowing fists.
Then he roars and punches the devil back—BOOM!The devil slides several meters backward across the stage, heels burning lines into the floor.
Aman turns sharply toward Rohit and Rishi.
Rishi is frozen, camera shaking violently in his hands, breath stuttering as he films.
"ROHIT! RISHI!" Aman shouts."Get Kabir! Move him back—NOW!"
Rohit grabs Kabir under the shoulder, Rishi helping him up with trembling hands.
"But Aman—what about you?" Rohit shouts.
Aman tightens his fists, eyes locked on the approaching devil.His stance hardens, aura flaring.
He doesn't look back.
He just says:
"I'll take care of him."
The devil smirks, cracking his neck as he steps forward.
The real fight begins.
Scene shifts
Dev runs into the place where Arjun was , breathing hard but determined.Arjun is on the floor, chalk in hand, drawing the final mantra circle.His hands tremble—partly from blood loss, partly from urgency.
The symbols are coming out slow… too slow.
Dev kneels beside him."Arjun! Look—I found all the pieces!"
Arjun's eyes widen."What?! Dev… how did you find them this fast? This school is huge."
Dev scratches his head, half-smiling.
"Umm… long story, bro.In simple words… someone helped me.There was this deep voice… guiding me around."
Arjun freezes.
Only one person ever knew the hiding places.Only one person had put the family mantra on the drawing.
His father.
Before he can process it further—
A soft glow lights up the room behind Dev.A faint silhouette… shaping into a man.
Arjun's eyes widen, trembling.It's his father.
The silhouette speaks gently:
"Yes, my son…I am the one who helped Dev."
Arjun's breath shakes.Tears fill his eyes instantly.His father steps closer—still only visible to Arjun.
"I'm proud of you, Arjun."
Arjun smiles through tears."Thank you… father."
The silhouette slowly fades away into dust-like particles.
Dev, confused, looks at Arjun.
"What happened, bro? You look emotional."
Arjun wipes his eyes quickly."Nothing… just… dust in my eyes."
Dev sets the pieces down."Alright, now what? We got everything."
Arjun's face turns serious.
"Now comes the most dangerous part…"He pauses, staring at the mantra circle.
"Someone has to bring the devil… inside this circle.Only then I can start the ritual."
Silence fills the room.
Dev looks at Arjun...
The faint roaring of battle from somewhere echoes far away.
Then Dev inhales deeply and says:
"Okay…
I'll bring Sameer—
I mean, the devil… here."
He places a hand on Arjun's shoulder.
"You just focus on the ritual, bro.
Leave the rest to me."
Arjun nods silently.
Dev stands up, determination burning in his eyes, and runs off toward the chaos.