It was a scene of mayhem, there was bloodshed everywhere. There
was no hope in sight as people scampered for cover. The sound of bullets being
fired resonated cries of their innocent victims. Suddenly, everything fell
silent. The audience shrieked with joy as the camera panned to a shot of Bachchan
walking into the frame.
Friday, August 8, 2014
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