Jungkook stood in the shadows of a dimly lit alley in Delhi, the stench of garbage mingling with the smell of spices wafting from nearby street vendors. His heart raced as he scanned the bustling street, eyes narrowed beneath the brim of his worn-out cap. At 29, he was a master of his craft. The streets were his stage, and he was both the actor and the villain

He was known as “Mawali,” a title earned through years of cunning escapades. With his lean frame and cold, piercing gaze, he was a figure both feared and admired. Money was his lifeline, and stealing purses from unsuspecting pedestrians was his means of survival. Tonight, vengeance drove him; the memory of his childhood clung to him like a ghost, a constant reminder of what he had become

Jungkook: he is dancing in DJ with his friends in Durga Puja dashami ho look around he notice many girls and boys is dancing he smoking ciggerate while dancing