LIMITLESS TROUBLE

The Storm Before the Concert

Chapter 12: The Storm Before the Concert

Jason stood still, his muscles tensed, and his eyes locked onto the celebrity he had just taken down. His expression remained cold, a silent, deadly look that sent shivers through the room. The other guard, a former militant who had seen his fair share of violence, couldn’t help but feel uneasy under Jason’s intimidating presence. There was something about the way Jason moved, the way he held himself—it was unlike any typical bodyguard. He was different.

The celebrity, Aryan Singhania, lay on the ground, groaning in pain, his hand clutching his bleeding nose. Aryan, known for his arrogance and power in the entertainment world, wasn’t used to being treated this way—especially by a bodyguard. His eyes flared with anger and disbelief as he slowly pulled himself up.

“You know who I am?” Aryan shouted, his voice trembling with rage. “I am Aryan Singhania! You have no idea what I’m capable of. I’ll show you who I am!”

His loud, furious shouting caused a stir. The commotion drew attention, and the door behind Jason opened suddenly. Ruhi, the actress Jason had been assigned to protect, stepped out, her face showing a mixture of confusion and concern.

“What’s going on here?” she asked, her voice sharp as she surveyed the scene. Her eyes fell on Aryan, still bleeding from the nose, and the other guards standing frozen with uncertainty. She turned her gaze toward the guards at her door. “Who did this?”

Aryan pointed an accusatory finger at Jason, still seething with anger. “Your bodyguard hit me in the face, multiple times! Do you know who I am? I won’t tolerate this!”

Ruhi’s eyes widened, her shock clear. She looked between Aryan and Jason, trying to make sense of the situation. “Who did it?” she asked again, her tone demanding answers.

Jason stepped forward without hesitation, his calm demeanor unwavering. “I did it,” he said simply.

Ruhi’s gaze shifted to him, a flicker of surprise in her eyes. “Why?” she asked, her voice steady but curious. She wanted to understand why one of her bodyguards would do something so extreme, especially to someone as high-profile as Aryan Singhania.

Jason didn’t flinch. He explained the situation calmly, his voice firm but respectful. “He tried to force his way in without permission. When the guard here followed protocol and refused him entry, Aryan assaulted him. I intervened to stop him.”

Ruhi listened, her eyes narrowing as she processed the information. “Is this true?” she asked the other guard, who nodded, still visibly shaken by the incident.

Before she could respond further, Aryan cut in, still furious. “He’s new! He doesn’t know who he’s dealing with. I’m going to ruin him—I’ll ruin you all! You’ll regret this!”

Ruhi, though clearly concerned about the situation, turned to Aryan, trying to defuse the tension. “Aryan, let it go. He’s new and probably overreacted. There’s no need for this to escalate.”

But Aryan wasn’t backing down. He straightened up, glaring at Jason with venom in his eyes. “I’m not letting this go. I’ll show him who I am.”

Jason didn’t waver, standing his ground. “I already know who you are,” he said quietly, but his words carried weight. “But you need to understand that I’m here to do my job. And that means protecting Ruhi, even from people like you.”

Aryan’s face twisted in fury, but before he could respond, he stormed off, clearly enraged and plotting his next move.

Ruhi watched him leave, then turned back to Jason. Her expression had softened, and there was a quiet glint of approval in her eyes. She was impressed, though she didn’t say it outright. “You’ve created a big problem, Jason,” she said, though her tone wasn’t accusatory. “Aryan isn’t the type to let things slide.”

Jason’s eyes were calm as he met hers. “I don’t need him to forgive me. I’m here to do my job, and I won’t back down from it.”

Ruhi gave him a long look, her lips tightening slightly in a thoughtful expression. “Just be careful,” she finally said, before turning back into her room with her assistant.

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After Ruhi disappeared inside, the other four guards arrived, having heard bits of what happened. They quickly began discussing the situation among themselves, clearly unsettled by Jason’s actions. One of them, the senior guard, approached Jason with frustration written all over his face.

“What were you thinking, hitting a celebrity like that?” the senior guard demanded. “This isn’t a street fight—you can’t just attack someone like Aryan Singhania!”

Jason’s face remained impassive. “He assaulted my colleague. I handled it.”

“Handled it?” the senior guard’s voice rose. “You just made an enemy out of one of the most powerful men in the industry. You better hope this doesn’t backfire.”

Another guard chimed in, looking nervous. “You should have let it go, man. We could have de-escalated without violence.”

Jason looked at them calmly, his voice steady. “I did what needed to be done. If you want someone who backs down from his duty, that’s not me.”

There was silence for a moment as the guards exchanged uneasy glances. The senior guard sighed, shaking his head. “Just… don’t do it again. We don’t need more trouble.”

Jason didn’t reply. He simply nodded and resumed his post outside Ruhi’s door, his mind already focusing on the next task. He knew Aryan wouldn’t let this go easily, but Jason wasn’t concerned. He’d faced much worse than an arrogant celebrity.

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Two hours passed, and the tension had finally started to die down as the concert time approached. The venue was bustling with excitement, the crowds growing louder with anticipation. Jason remained at his post, scanning the surroundings, alert for any sign of trouble. But everything seemed to be going smoothly.

That was, until Aryan returned.

Jason spotted him from a distance, striding toward the van where Ruhi’s security detail was stationed. But Aryan wasn’t alone. He had brought a group of 20 to 30 men with him—thugs, by the look of them. They moved as a unit, clearly there for one purpose: revenge.

The senior guard tensed beside Jason. “This doesn’t look good.”

Aryan reached the van, his expression smug and vengeful. “I told you I’d show you who I am,” he sneered, glaring directly at Jason. “Now, let me inside.”

Jason stood his ground. “Do you have permission?”

Aryan’s face twisted in annoyance. “I don’t need permission. Let me in now.”

“I’m here to protect Ruhi. You’re not going inside without permission.”

Aryan’s patience snapped. “You think you’re tough because you hit me earlier?” He took a step forward, his men following closely behind. “Let’s see how tough you are now.”

Jason remained calm, his eyes scanning the group. He could see their intent—some were already inching closer, ready to strike. Without waiting for them to make the first move, Jason acted.

In an instant, the first attacker lunged at Jason, but Jason sidestepped effortlessly, delivering a swift, powerful punch that sent the man crashing to the ground. Before anyone else could react, Jason moved like lightning, taking down each attacker with precision. He ducked, weaved, and struck from different angles, his training evident in every move. He jumped over attacks, countered with strikes to pressure points, and knocked each man down with a single blow.

The other guards watched in shock, their jaws dropping as Jason handled the entire group on his own. Every punch, every kick was calculated, and each man who came at him was quickly incapacitated, groaning on the ground.

Aryan, standing at the back of the group, watched in horror as Jason dismantled his men, one after another, with surgical efficiency. He had expected his hired thugs to overwhelm the young bodyguard, but now, he stood frozen, unable to comprehend how quickly the tide had turned.

When the last man hit the ground, Jason stood still, breathing steadily, his eyes locking onto Aryan’s. The once-confident celebrity now looked terrified, his face pale.

Jason’s voice was calm but cold as he addressed him. “Now you know who I am. Walk away, and don’t come back.”

Aryan didn’t respond. He simply turned and fled, his men groaning and limping behind him.

The other guards were speechless. Jason had just taken down 30 men without breaking a sweat. And the look in their eyes said it all—they had never seen anything like this.

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End of Chapter 12