The truck followed Bosco’s car and parked right in front of it, blocking any escape. Bosco’s intuition, honed by his yogic vision, tingled with a sense of impending danger. The rest stop was eerily deserted, with only the rustling leaves and distant hum of traffic breaking the silence. Bosco had a feeling that this hijacking would end well. A happy thought from his yogic vision crossed his mind. Could the truck driver be someone he knew in his past? Could this be all for the good of all?
The burly truck driver, with a rugged face and a glint of mischief in his eyes, got out of the truck. He greeted Bosco with a hearty laugh, exchanged pleasantries, and admired the animals in the car. But then, with a swift motion, he pulled out a gun and pointed it at Bosco. “Drive your car into the back of the truck,” he commanded. Bosco, calm and composed, complied, knowing that he and his team, endowed with yogic powers, were capable of extraordinary feats.
Trapped in the truck with his car, Bosco and his team waited patiently. The trucker drove off the rest stop and onto the highway, the roar of the engine blending with the rhythmic thumping of the tires. They stopped at a trucker’s gas station for refueling. The dim lights cast long shadows, making the inside of the truck feel dark and dingy. Hunger gnawed at them, but Bosco remained serene.
An hour later, the truck pulled into a lively truckers’ stop, bustling with restaurants, gas stations, and even a cozy motel. The truck driver released the car, Bosco, and the team. He revealed that he had overheard in a town restaurant that a gang of robbers planned to kidnap Bosco and steal his luxury car. By his yogic vision, Bosco realized it was true, and the trucker, a good Samaritan, had saved them. Bosco thanked the truck driver profusely but wondered about the unconventional rescue method.
As the truck driver took his leave, Bosco recognized him as a fellow student from their Guru’s teachings. They had both vowed to do good without seeking reward or recognition, acting as selfless protectors of those in distress.
Just then, the bad guys pulled into the truck stop for refueling and spotted Bosco’s luxury car. Three of them exited their car while one remained at the wheel. Bosco hatched a plan. He granted the power of transformation and shapeshifting to his animals and put his plan into action. Ramduth, Biscuit, and Malini transformed into three teenage girls and headed to the restaurant for a bite to eat.
The ruffians followed, accosting and harassing the girls. One ruffian placed a hand on Ramduth’s shoulder, now disguised as a teenage girl. With a swift move, Ramduth hoisted the ruffian by his offending hand, spun him overhead, and threw him onto the hard floor. The restaurant patrons erupted in applause. The other two ruffians fled in fear. The team left the restaurant and soon resumed their normal forms. The patrons sprinkled water on the fallen ruffian’s face, watching him walk away disoriented.
Undeterred, the ruffians still wanted to steal Bosco’s luxury car. They circled it, peeking inside to admire the luxurious interior. Bosco approached them with a friendly smile. “Hey, man, you got a nice car. You want to sell it?” the head honcho asked.
Bosco politely replied, “No brother, it is not for sale at any price.”
Meanwhile, Ramduth, Biscuit, and Malini morphed into three fierce attack dogs. They tugged on the ruffians’ trousers and leaped at their faces. One ruffian pulled a gun, but Biscuit, now an attack dog, snatched it and dropped it into an abandoned borewell. The second ruffian tried to box Bosco with stainless steel knuckles, but Malini, also an attack dog, yanked them away, leaving bruises on his fingers. She dropped the knuckles into the same borewell. The third ruffian swung a steel baton at Bosco, but Ramduth bit his hand, making him drop it. Ramduth picked up the baton, beat the ruffian black and blue, and dropped it into the borewell.
Defeated, the ruffians abandoned their plan to steal the car and sped away in their jalopy. However, one of them stealthily placed a tracker on Bosco’s car. Bosco, with his yogic vision, detected the tracker, broke it into smithereens, and, with his team, continued their shopping trip, their original plan.