New SS: The Prodigal Son CS Updated on Pg 1

Mrityunjay - Vanquisher of death.

That was my name, a synonym for immortality but ironically my days had been numbered even before my existence had made its presence felt in a world full of lies and treachery.

Destiny had played a cruel and perverse joke on me turning my life upside down making me question every faith I held onto. My identity was a conundrum and if I was not the person I have grown to believe I am then who am I?

Had any of it been real at all? The love I had once cherished. Had it ever been mine to claim?

The people who had loved me whom I loved back with every fibre of my being - were they my family at all? Dad, mom, Adi! I could never imagine an existence that was devoid of them. Could my fate really be so harsh to me? What had I ever done to deserve this?

And Tara!

The musical sound of her lilting laughter, the twinkle that shone in her almond shaped eyes, a smile that lit my whole world driving away the darkness in it just like a shining solitary star that illuminated the dark night, giving hope that there was still something worthwhile to hang onto!

Tara!

She was all I ever had - my anchor in a raging storm.

But now she was gone too and she would never come back. And there was no denying that I had been the one to ruin my own happiness or the little of what was left to it.

Why did it have to be me? Why now?

Now I stood at a crossroad from where there was no turning back and neither was I willing to embrace the twisted reality that had shattered my world.

As I stood there reflecting on my life, I wondered if a man was anything but a puppet in the hands of fate? Should one surrender themselves or fight it?

In the end it boiled down to just that, I realised with a start and now after a long internal battle of wills, the answer to it was simple and it was there before me all along but I had been blind to notice it.

I could still fight it and I would till my last breath.

I would much rather let my own actions determine the route my life would embark upon, be it to my own betterment or detriment.

I, Mrityunjay Jayraj Singh Shekhawat will write my own destiny for that was what I was destined to be.