Chapter 1

So this idea struck me when I was trying to sleep. 😳
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Guns

Guns. They always had the potential to scare him, the reference being to the muscles of guys of course which were widely known as guns. Being bullied only gave you so much confidence and gave you loads of phobias. But the gun in question here wasn't muscle. It was in fact, a real gun. To be more accurate, it was a woman holding a gun. She was a slender woman with only her eyes and her long hair visible. She was dressed in an all-black ensemble which clearly showcased her slender body.

 

"Randhir Singh Shekawat," she read from the piece of paper. A man standing next to her snatched it away and read it out aloud. "Randhir Singh Shekawat. He is twenty years old, studies in an engineering college and aah, is the heir to the Shekawat Group Of Companies which he will own when he turns twenty one which coincidentally is two days away. Good job A," he told her. The man then left the room ordering one of the other men to give me some food.

 

"You're awake?" the girl 'A' asked me when she saw that my eyes were wide open.

 

"Of course I am," I retorted, more like tried to retort, in a muffled tone. Yeah, the cloth tied around my mouth wasn't helping one bit.

 

"Shut up, Mr. Smart-ass. The anesthesia was supposed to keep you awake until-," saying so, she checked her watch and continued, "five minutes ago. Oh well, it's not like you can run away from here."

 

That's when the reality of it all struck me. I was kidnapped, two days before the day I was going to become the owner of our company. As I realized it, I leaned back into the chair and rested my head on the edge.

 

"Finally realized it, have you? You're quicker than most. People usually take two days to figure it out. Those two days turn out to be very irritating for us. After all, what's the fun for the predator if the prey is not afraid?" she said, her eyes glinting.

 

She was utterly and completely mad. And I was scared. Dead scared. An empty mind is a devil's workshop but a mad mind was a genius'. I had to get out of here and I had to get out of here soon but this woman didn't seem like she will soften up. Her eyes which were glinting were now steely.

 

"Plans never work on me Shekawat. Men have come and men have gone, no one has ever succeeded and no one ever will," she told me in a seductive tone, coming closer to me, causing a hitch in my breath. In one swift motion, she pulled the tape off my mouth causing me to flinch but it was gone soon. I had learned to endure much more pain than this in my childhood, this pain was minuscule compared to being beaten up everyday.

 

"You underestimate me A," I told her because she was. I might seem a rich spoilt brat because of my clothes and attitude but I wasn't. Even owning the company was a shock for me considering I was thrown out of my house and on to the streets. Sure, running away with my girlfriend wasn't one of my best decisions but I did learn to fight with ruffians twice my size.

 

"There's a reason why I'm the best out there. It's because I NEVER underestimate my captive. If I had underestimated you, I wouldn't be standing here Shekawat," she said, her voice very low.

 

"I've learnt fighting from street fighters and you think only you being here would stop me from leaving this place. Tough luck A," I said, already halfway through with removing the rope tied around my hand.

 

Suddenly, she kicked the chair knocking me backwards and just when I expected the fall, she caught the chair and pulled it back up. "I don't care about anything Shekawat. Nothing can shake my resolve," she told me.

 

She tied my hands firmer than earlier and took a seat in front of me. "Since it's just you and me here until my boss comes back, tell me about your childhood," she asked me.

 

The woman had just gone from extremely scary to friendly. He had come across such women in his life. They were always pretentious and always trying to distract him from whatever he was doing. He usually ignored such advances but in this case, he was forced to talk because that was the only way to distract her.

 

So they talked. They spoke about his childhood, his current college, the hardships he had faced, and his relationships. It was all about him, nothing about her. He kept asking her questions but she evaded them very smartly. Finally, after what seemed like hours of talking on his part and interrogating on hers, her boss entered with some papers in his hand.

 

"Sign here," she said, pointing towards the sheet with a pen. I signalled to my hands and she sighed, ready to untie it.

 

This was it. If I had to escape, it had to be as soon as she untied my hands. I executed my plan and ran when she was done but soon found myself pinned to the wall by, yet again, her.

 

"I told you not to pull this crap Randhir, now sign," she said, handing over the papers and standing dangerously close to me. I placed the sheet on her arm and quickly signed it. She dragged me and made me sit in the chair, tying my arms behind it.

 

"Time to tell you a story Randhir Singh Shekawat," she said, "but before that, those were the papers you signed saying you'll hand over all your assets to me."

 

"You remember what you told me about the bullies and your girlfriend? Nothing a thorough research can't find out Randhir. But I stumbled upon one tiny detail in that research Randhir Shah, or was it Randeep Shah? Wait a minute, I'm wrong. It's Randhir Singh Shekawat. And you know that girlfriend and bully, well that was-," she said, taking of the clothing covering her face, "me. Sanyukta Agarwal. Your classmate who you ran away with and called it later a 'mistake'. Your classmate whose parents died due to a heart attack because their daughter had turned insane. Now, the owner of Shekawat Group of Companies, I mean, soon to be Agarwal Group of Companies," she finished.

 

I realized why that gun scared me all of a sudden. I had seen the R engraved on it but had shrugged it off as a scratch. She made me engrave it back when she bullied me. But not with a knife, it was with my nails. That was the worst experience I'd had until now. When we went back after two months and she started bullying me, I thought she was psycho. I never realized her parents died. Slowly, her words came back to me. She knew all about my childhood but she wanted to know more about what I thought about her. I had failed to recognize those eyes I had stared into, day and night. They were darker now but they were just as alluring. As I glanced at her eyes now, I could see a murderous rage in them. Deciding what I did was wrong, I cleared my throat.

 

Just as I was about to apologize to her, I saw her taking up a stance and removing her gun.

 

Flashes of my last day on the streets came back to me.

 

We were kissing in one dark corner of the slum when we heard firing shots in the background. The area we had found shelter in was not one of the cleanest areas neither in terms of hygiene nor in terms of people but they were all sneaky enough to not let the police know.

 

We tried hiding from the police but it was too late. Turns out, as we were in the middle of our passionate kiss, Sanyukta's moans had somehow echoed and reached them, making us the first to be found. The officer tried to take a shot at us which scared Sanyukta, making her hug me. The police saw that we were kids and took us away but it was our last hug.

 

When we were taken to the police station, I was let off since I was a Shekawat but she was kept there. I realized how wrong we were to think we would survive and told her it was a mistake, leaving her there, shattered, broken and without anyone to go to.

 

As she steadied herself, she told me, "You know Randhir, I still loved you even after you left me. But ignoring me after that was a big mistake. Hiding your identity was an even bigger mistake. And finally coming out in the open declaring that you're the heir was the biggest. Happy death Randhir Singh Shekawat."

 

She shot me, right in the chest and threw the gun onto my lap, leaving the room with the papers. My chair stumbled backward and I landed on my back.

 

The only thoughts going on in my mind was how the gun incident was the only one I thought important enough to tell her and how I had hated guns until now. As I breathed my last, I realized the irony of the situation. The one thing I had hated most throughout my life was the one thing with me during my last breath.

 

And then there was a void.

                                                                                                               

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Ananya

ARandKJFan2014-05-10 06:56:06