TEN days before Gulshan Kumar was shot dead, he received a phonecall. Abu Salem, Dawood Ibrahim's man in Dubai, spat out that if he had enough cash to feed people in Vaishno Devi everyday, better share the spoils. The price quoted was "ten khokhas", mafia speak for Rs 10 crore. For a self-made man—who ran a wayside fruit-juice stall in old Delhi's Daryaganj before building up his Rs 500-crore music company—the threat seemed hollow. For once, the shrewd businessman didn't bother to negotiate. Even the attempt on producer Rajiv Rai's life on July 31 and the previous month's threats to another film land senior, Subhash Ghai, didn't shake him. In fact, a day before his incredible success story met its gruesome end, while referring to Rajiv Rai, Gulshan Kumar disclosed to a close associate that he too was on the underworld hit list. "