‘He’ is here again and he doesn't like that. He had never liked that man ever in the first place. That man was cold, strict and very cruel.
He stood on the upper floor, behind a pillar, as he looked down at his mother, who was serving that man the coffee. His grandfather was sitting opposite the man as they talked.
His mother spilled the coffee as her legs tangled on the rug. That man immediately stood up from the sofa angrily and started to shout at his mother.
His eyes filled with rage as he saw tears in his mother's eyes. He ran downstairs hurriedly and grabbed the small fruit knife from the table before launching it at the man's left thigh.
The man cursed and groaned as the knife pierced his skin. The man pulls the knife out from his thigh and throws it at the ground before glaring at him. He immediately picks the knife from the ground and again launches at the man. The man grabs him by the collar and lifts him like he weighs nothing as he dodges his little attack.
“Little boy, you dare to harm the boss of the city? Do you know what the punishment for this is?” the man sneered glaring at him.
He glared back at the man. His eyes were unfocused but the anger in his dark brown eyes can be seen. His nostrils flared as he tried to launch at the man again.
The man swiftly grabbed his hand and snatched the knife before throwing it back at the ground. The man looked at his eyes carefully, which were red from anger. He was just a child, a five-year-old child, but he could harm a fully grown-up and trained man.
“Brother, let him go, he doesn't mean to harm you. He usually loses his control and launches at people whenever it comes to his mother. He will be back to his senses in a while,” his grandfather said as he stood up from the sofa.
The man ignored his grandfather's words as he stared at him for a while as he wriggled in his hold, kicking his hands and legs. The man suddenly smirked.
“Perfect, he will be the heir to my throne and the king of the city,” the man announced. “From now on, he will be trained under me,”
“But… but don he is just a child,” his mother said nervously and worriedly, stepping forward.
The man looked at his grandfather and turned his gaze towards his mother. “A monster should be trained since he was born but he is a born monster,” the man looked down at him. “A perfect heir to my throne,”
Seventeen years ago.
“Do you know what you did Little boy?” The woman asked as she paced left and right in front of him.
He clenched his fist tightly as he glared up at her. His jaw was clenched tightly as he refused to open his mouth.
The trickle of the water can be heard in the silent room with the click of a pair of heels.
He had been kneeling on the ice block for half an hour now, and both his knees were numb. He could feel the cold seeping at every part of his body, but he still refused to talk.
The click of the woman's heels sounded nearer and nearer before she crouched in front of him.
“Whoever you are and however you are now, you are here because of me and you dare to disobey me again?” The woman said angrily.
“You aren't qualified to control me,” he said coldly as his dark brown eyes glared at her.
The woman sneered before chuckling. “Don't worry, I have my way to control you,” she caressed his cheek, which he pushed away harshly. “Why hurt yourself and give scars on your body when you can simply obey me and stay away from the punishments?”
“With every scar in my body, I'm decorating your grave,” he looks at her eyes, nothing but only filled with hatred. “You continue to control me and hurt me, I continue to decorate your grave,”
Ten years ago.
‘Today, the former don of City A was killed brutally in the middle of the city after being tortured for five days, three hours and forty-six minutes. The whole city was the witness to his death and the bloodbath it had left behind. The public is assuming Mr Rathore is going to take over the City A when he is already an heir of the City B,’
‘No one knows the reason behind the death of the former don and why Mr Rathore killed him when he had a good alliance with the don of City B, Mr Rathore's grandfather's eldest brother. People are assuming maybe the don betrayed the don of City B and Mr Rathore was just taking revenge as a successor to set the example. Some are assuming it must have something to do with power while some are assuming it was maybe for some personal reasons. While everyone's assumption is different, the truth remains the mystery,’
The news was broadcast all over the city, and people were murmuring and discussing the incident as they listened to the news.
A man stood across the road as he stared at the big screen across from him where the news was going on. He was wearing a black hoodie and jeans, a cap pulled over his head, hiding half of his face. Both his hands were thrust into his hoodie pocket.
He sneered when a man's picture was shown on the screen.
“Didn’t they get a better angle to click the picture?” he grumbled.
He turned to leave in annoyance and bumped into a woman.
“I'm sorry-” The woman stared at him with wide eyes in shock and immediately moved back, pointing her finger at him fearfully and nervously.
His mood got more grumpy as he started to walk away from there. He sees the people around him scrambling away from the way as soon as they see him, which only worsens his mood.
“Annoying humans!!”
Five years ago
“We need to sedate him before he kills all of us,”
“How the fuck are we going to sedate him when he doesn't even let anyone come close to him?”
“It will take a long time for Mr Raichand to reach here. We need to sedate him before he destroys everything,”
“Fucking hold him dammit!!”
Voices.
He heard voices but he didn't recognise them. It was coming from close to him but the loud voice in his head made it sound distant.
He saw people around him, their lips were moving, but he couldn't make out the words they were saying, which was making him feel helpless.
He doesn't like to feel helpless, he doesn't like when someone makes him feel helpless. It triggered him, it triggered the thirst for their blood. It triggered him to kill them.
The voices whispered to him to kill everyone present there.
And,
He follows.
Two years ago.
*Beep*
“Is he fine?”
“He is but it will take time for him to recover fully,”
*Beep*
He hears two voices talking near him and tries to open his eyes, which feel heavy.
“Was the cut deep?”
“The cut on his wrist was deep but not enough to take his life but he has lost a large amount of blood. We gave him a bag of blood and put him on sedation. It will take time for him to recover fully but he is fine,”
“Thank god!!”
It was the voice of a man and a woman. He knows both of the voices perfectly and who they belong to.
*Beep*
“When will he wake up?”
“It will take a few hours. You can wait outside the room,” the woman said, a doctor.
“Can I stay with him? I'm afraid he will try to harm himself again if he wakes up and doesn't see anyone in the room,” the man said with concern in his voice.
“Don't worry, he will probably not. And a nurse will stay here with Mr Rathore to look after him,” the doctor said.
*Beep*
“Thank you, doctor, then inform me as soon as he wakes up,”
“Sure, Mr Raichand,”
He heard the two pairs of footsteps leaving the room, and everything went silent and blank.
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