After the office tour from hell, Miko led them back into the elegant room where everything had begun.
The door closed softly behind her.
And instantly—
Barfi, Walter, and Hawk collapsed onto the sofa.
Barfi stared at the ceiling.
"I saw… too much…" 😵
Walter clutched his chest.
"Doctor… I think I joined a cult again…" 😨
Hawk rubbed his face slowly.
"That fan room… that fan room broke me spiritually." 💀
Their bodies vibrated with delayed fear.
Adrenaline.
Shock.
Existential damage.
Miko smiled brightly 😊, completely unaware of the psychological destruction she'd caused.
"Okay! I'll leave you three to rest!"
"Granpa and I have to go upstairs!"
She turned toward the door—
But Barfi shot up instantly.
"No! Miko—wait!" ✋
"You haven't submitted your assessment!"
Miko froze.
Her eyes widened.
"OH NOOOO! I FORGOT!" 😱📚
Barfi nodded firmly.
He needed her assignment submitted.
He needed something normal in this nightmare.
Miko rushed to her grandpa.
"Granpa! Can Barfi come upstairs? I need help submitting my project!"
The mafia boss smiled softly.
"Of course, my flower. Take him."
Barfi forced a tiny smile 🙂…
then immediately panicked inside.
Miko grabbed Barfi's hand 🤝 and pulled him toward the door.
Walter and Hawk watched them leave like terrified parents watching their child walk into a lion's cage 🦁.
🚽 A CRISIS OF A DIFFERENT KIND 🚽
Just before the door closed—
Walter clutched his stomach.
"Uhhh… Doctor… Boss Man…"
"I… I have loose motion." 😰
The boss turned sharply.
"What?"
Walter snapped back irritably,
"DON'T YELL AT ME!"
"YOU DON'T KNOW MY STOMACH TRAUMA!" 💥
Silence.
Hawk facepalmed 🤦.
The boss stared in disbelief.
Two seconds passed.
Then Walter jumped up, panicked.
"I CAN'T HOLD!! WHERE WASHROOM!?" 🏃♂️💨
The boss pointed calmly.
"Left corridor. Third door."
Walter sprinted away like a man running from divine judgement.
"NO ONE FOLLOW ME!!" 🚪💥
The boss blinked.
"…I wasn't planning to."
The door slammed shut.
Leaving—
Hawk and the boss. Alone.
⚔️ SILENT WAR ⚔️
The room suddenly felt smaller.
Rain tapped softly against the windows 🌧️.
Hawk sat straight.
Alert.
Exhausted.
The boss sat opposite him, fingers linked, expression unreadable.
Finally, the boss spoke.
"You saved my granddaughter."
Hawk didn't look away.
"I didn't know she was your granddaughter."
The boss nodded.
"I know.
But that doesn't matter."
Hawk raised an eyebrow.
"She told me everything."
"…Everything?" Hawk asked cautiously.
The boss's voice softened.
"She said you are brave."
"Strong."
"And kind."
Hawk froze.
Kind?
Me?
The boss leaned forward.
"I respect those who protect her."
A promise wrapped in danger.
"But that does not erase the other matter."
Hawk tensed again.
"You interfered with my business."
"Arrested my men."
"Stopped my deals."
"And you… arrested my dog."
Hawk coughed.
"In my defense—he bit me."
The boss glared.
"He was having a bad day."
"He almost removed my leg."
"For Miko's sake," the boss said calmly,
"I am patient."
Hawk nodded.
"I appreciate that."
The boss leaned closer.
"But once Miko isn't looking…"
"I will decide what to do with you."
Hawk didn't flinch.
"Then I'll survive until then."
Their eyes locked 👁️👁️.
No shouting.
No weapons.
Just a silent war.
Down the hall—
Walter's voice echoed:
"IS THERE NO WATER IN THIS TAP!?" 🚰😡
🌸 GRANDMA MODE 🌸
Upstairs, Barfi followed Miko into a warm, golden hallway ✨.
Soft lights.
Jasmine scent.
Peace.
Miko stopped at a door and knocked gently.
"Granny? I brought a friend!"
Barfi stiffened.
A mafia grandma.
This was officially worse than psychos.
The door opened—
And Barfi froze.
A tiny old woman stood there.
Sweet smile 😊.
Gentle eyes.
Knitting in one hand 🧶.
She pulled Barfi inside immediately.
"Ohhhh! THIS is Barfi?"
"My Miko talks about you all the time!"
Barfi almost fainted 😵.
"S-She does…?"
Miko turned red like fire 🔥.
"G-GRANDMA STOP!"
Granny cupped Barfi's face lovingly.
"You're so polite! Stay with my Miko forever!" 💍
Barfi choked.
"GRANDMA!!" Miko screamed.
She dragged Barfi out before he got married.
Barfi whispered in shock,
"L-Laddu… you didn't prepare me for this…"
🍲 WALTER VS KITCHEN 🍲
Meanwhile, Walter wandered into the massive kitchen.
Chef stared at Walter.
Walter stared back.
Walter pointed at a giant pot.
"What's that?"
"Soup."
Walter sat.
"Give me everything."
Ten minutes later—
Walter was eating enough food to feed an army 🍜🍜🍜.
Staff whispered:
"Is he human?"
"He ate eight bowls…"
"He's dangerous."
Walter burped loudly.
"Ahhh… good hospitality." 😌
A chef fainted.
🚗 A GIFT FROM HELL 🚗
Two hours later, they reunited at the front gate.
Miko waved excitedly 👋.
"Come back soon! Show me your assignments!"
Granny gripped Barfi's hand.
"You MUST visit again!"
Barfi nodded weakly.
"O-Okay, Granny…"
The boss stood behind them, arms folded.
"Come back safely."
"And don't bring trouble again."
Walter bowed deeply.
"Thank you for your toilets."
Hawk grabbed him instantly.
"PLEASE STOP TALKING."
They reached the parking lot—
And froze.
Their old blue car was gone.
In its place—
A mafia-grade premium vehicle 🚘✨.
Bulletproof glass.
New engine.
Neon interior.
Seats softer than Walter's belly.
Barfi whispered,
"Do we… deserve this…?"
Hawk opened the door.
The car spoke softly:
"Welcome, guests of Lady Miko."
Hawk staggered back.
"It TALKS…?"
Walter hugged the car.
"I love you." ❤️🚗
A note lay on the dashboard.
"A gift.
Don't crash it.
— Grandpa"
Barfi sat in the driver's seat, terrified.
Hawk asked quietly,
"Drive?"
Barfi whispered,
"I'm scared to touch the steering wheel…"
Walter laughed loudly.
"This is what happens when you study less!"
And so—
They drove away from the mafia mansion 🚗🌃—
Into a future that promised
more chaos, more danger, and absolutely no peace.