Phone rings. A voice on the other end.
"Vishal? No. You move like that dead college boy. Who ARE you?" Yevadu English Subtitle
Satya unwraps the bandages. He stares at the mirror. It's not his face. It's VISHAL's face—handsome, sharp, haunted. Phone rings
A thug grabs him from behind.
He leans close, pulling down his collar to show the scar where the bullet entered. Yevadu English Subtitle
"You missed. By two centimeters. God has a sick sense of humor."