Hi guys!

I know i said i'll take some time before starting a new FF but i couldnt help myself. So here it is the latest FF, i'm not promising to be regular in updating but i will try. This part is not long at all actually its very small. You can actually read it as a prologue😃

So here goes the part and yes do remember to press like and give comments.

DECEPTIONS

Prologue

Even though it was pitch dark and he couldn't see a thing infront of him he knew he was not alone. The air was rife with the smell of sweat and his fear as he tried testing the ropes that bound him. The darkness pressed closer making his heart thud in panic as he tried to get himself free. He stilled as he heard the voice he was trying to get away from: do you honestly think you can escape me, Armaan? Havent you figured it out yet there is no escape from!

Armaan could feel the panic threaten to suffocate him but he responded trying to get a gauge of how far his tormentor was: what do you want from me?

Voice in the darkness: Do you still need to ask? Here I thought you were an intelligent man

Armaan: let me go

Voice gave a mirthless laugh which made the hair at the back of his neck stand: I will! (his voice sounding ominous)

Suddenly he felt as if the walls closed in on him, he felt pressed against the wall, the air getting thinner as oxygen became scarce. He struggled against the bounds felt relief surge through him as he felt the bonds holding him loosening. He struggled harder and felt the ropes give freeing his hands. Still stuck in darkness he moved his hand infront of him and encountered a wall, feeling frantic he tried spreading his arms only to himself trapped. There were walls surrounding him making his breath ahallow. Trying to keep calm he traced the walls and realized he was in a coffin, balling his fists he punched upwards. He felt pain explode where his knuckles connected the wooden confines but he continue to punch and kick. His knuckles skin broke and blood started to ooze but he did not give up till he felt the confines give way.

Bloodied but free atlast he levered himself out from the coffin into the waiting darkness. He took a moment to take a breath of the free air and then turned to run. Turning he came face to face with the barrel of a gun.

He froze as he heard the evil laugh followed by: I told you! There is no escape!

Defeat was what he felt, as he looked at the darkness and asked one question: Who are you? (he wanted to know who was his tormentor and killer)

There was a snicker as the air rippled with the evil: Havent you figured it out yet?

Armaan peered into the shadow trying to see but could not: tell me! (he shouted in frustration, thinking he deserved to know)

The gun still pointed to the centre of his forehead shifted slightly as there was a shift, armaan looked closely and his eyes widened in horror as his mouth opened on a single scream.

His scream never made it as the trigger was pulled and armaan collapsed to the floor in a pool of his own blood.

Armaan shot out of the nightmare as his lungs labored trying to keep up with his racing heart. He was drenched in sweat and his mouth was quoted with aftermath of fear. He pushed the sheet covering the lower half of his body away and got up from the bed. He walked to the bathroom and splashed cool water from the sink on his face, rinsing his mouth trying to get the taste of death out of his mouth.

He braced his arms on the sink and hung his head as he recalled the nightmare. He had died, he thought, he was killed in cold blood, lifting his head he looked into the mirror and saw the face of his killer.

He recalled the words that had echoed in his head: I am you!

He felt his arms tremble as he looked at his bloodshot eyes and stubbled face. His fists clenched and unclenched indicating his inner turmoil. What he would've done was a mystery that got never solved as the silence of the dawn was broken by the ring of his cell phone.

He turned away from the reflection and made his way to the bedside table and grabbed the phone: yes!(came in a voice hoarse with the remnants of the nightmare still)

Caller: Armaan! Bhai has called you! Its important!

Armaan rubbing a hand on his forehead: I'll be there! (he cut the line and threw the phone on the bed)

He stood there for a minute not sure what to do but then he did what he always had done he started to get dressed to go have a meeting with Bhai.

amaniM2014-02-02 10:25:14