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He walked up to Vikramaditya and smiled. "ACP. I've heard a lot about you. You're a man of principle. I respect that. Let's be practical. There's a by-election coming. I need my men. You need a transfer to a good department. Let's make a deal."
"No deals," Vikramaditya said.
The crowd stood frozen for a second. Then, Murugan—his arm still in a sling—stepped forward. He looked at the cuffs on Bose's wrist. Tears welled in his eyes. He raised his good hand and clapped. idhu thanda police
Vikramaditya stood up. He looked at the crowd of terrified fishermen, shopkeepers, and auto drivers. Then he looked back at Bose. He walked up to Vikramaditya and smiled
Vikramaditya walked up to him and, for the first time, smiled. It was a cold, hard smile. You're a man of principle
"That's for assaulting a public servant," Vikramaditya said. Then, he grabbed Durai by his thick, gold-chain-laden collar and slammed him against the wall. "And this…" he whispered, his nose an inch from Durai's, "this is for Murugan's broken arm."
Vikramaditya didn't look up from the case file he was reading. "Take the money and put it in the evidence locker. Item number 402."