THIRST FOR REVENGE
Note: This ff is not a sweet love story. It involves hatred,revenge,passion, rage and other synonyms. People expecting a sweet love story refrain from reading because this is a dark, dark love story
Prologue:
It was an unusually cloudy day in New York. It looked like the skies were about to cry down on the Earth but they just did not, out of fear. Fear for the man getting out of his car followed by a line of cars with men dressed in black surrounding him. People in the Kennedy airport just moved aside in awe and the airport officials hurried up with all the formalities lest they incur the wrath of the man who was one of the most highly influential personalities in this part of the world. The man proceeded to the security check which did not take a long time considering the fact that the officers had been warned not to do so.
His private jet was roaring with life, just a minute display of his colossal wealth. Before he entered the jet, his security once again checked every minute detail of the jet.
Just as the man boarded the jet, the skies poured down their sorrow as if waiting for release. The plane rose high into the air ready for a long journey and the man settled on his lap-top.
"Mr.Khuraana" , an employee approached him with a fearful voice. "The owner or D'Amanto's corporation is refusing to sell his shipping company despite the fact that it is running on loss and we have been continuously increasing the price after every negotiation. The lawyers suggest that we, stop pursuing a lost cause and besides he has the support of the Italian mafia. They have suggested we buy the Marinelli shipping segment as it is doing reasonably well and the owner is more than happy to sell the company for the massive price our lawyers have negotiated."
The man did not look up from his laptop for a full minute and with every passing second the employee was fearing a death sentence. At last he spoke in a low deep voice which could cause a shiver through anyone listening.
"Make a call to the Italian mafia." He ordered coldly. The employee did as he was said wondering what this man was up to. As soon as the call connected through a special line from the plane's cockpit, he handed him the phone.
"I want you to set fire to all the properties under D'Amanto's name including his mansion. If his wife and children survive the fire, torture them to a point until D'Amanto's himself is forced to hand me over the papers. Shoot him and throw him into the sea after that, and as a consolation enroll his wife and children in an orphanage and I will pay for its expenses." The man ended the call and looked outside the window.
The employee was shocked hearing his boss. But they should have been used to it by now. This was nothing compared to the other things this Man had done in the name of business. Ruthless was not the word to describe him. It was a term associated with humans. This man was just of human form, but not a human being.
With the little courage he mustered, the employee spoke nervously, "But sir, this is wrong. You can employ other means of getting that company and besides it ain't even worth it."
The man shifted his gaze from the window and looked up at the anxious employee with a smile, and everybody around him knew that when this man smiled, something terrible was going to happen.
"I thought working with me from years would have taught you that nobody denies Maan Singh Khuraana. What Maan Singh Khuraana wants, he gets. Be it by hook or crook. Like you, my sympathies are with him and his family, but he left me no choice. Had he paid heed to my lawyers I would not have resorted to such means. Anyways a man like him is not worth living. I'm doing planet Earth a favour. And one more thing, your services are not required anymore. When the plane lands in London for re-filling you can catch the next flight home to be with your pregnant wife. Last but not the least, one more word about anything that happens inside the Khuraana's and my men were saying that you have a very beautiful wife and they cant get their eyes off her." He said in a low voice which held a deadly threat.
"Sir, please! I'll be out of here before you know it. Don't do anything to my wife." The employee said and hurried away.
Maan settled in his seat and closed his eyes thinking about the task he had to complete. It was not a mere task. It was his sole purpose in life. He was returning to India after seventeen years only to finish what they had started. The very thought of India brought the blood boiling in his veins. It was in that very country that he lost everything. His father, his mother, their family business, everything. He clutched the the seat handle to control his rage. Thinking about the past only added more fuel to the fire. And he indulged in that fire.
His father's face swam into his mind. His father was the man Maan respected the most. Throughout his childhood he would look upto him as his idol. They were a close knit happy family consisting of his grandmother, father, mother and himself. His father Aaryan Khuraana handled their small family business while his mother was a loving house-wife catering to all their needs. Gradually their business was going on a loss, but there was no need to worry since his father was always there to fulfill all their needs.
Then one day came, which changed the course of their life. His father was murdered when he went to buy some property in a village. Maan had not come out from his grief when his mother sent him abroad the very next week of his death. Maan was only 15. He did not want to go! His mother was ill. She was in shock due to Aaryan's death. Their business was running on a major loss. But his mother was adamant to send him away. She sold all her jewellery and the property which she had acquired from her father and sent him to America. Within one year he got the news of his mother's death. He was shattered. He wanted to return home immediately, but his grandmother told him, that his mother's last wish was that he never returns to India, which meant that he could not even go to her funeral. From that day on Maan swore vengeance. He worked at day and studied at night. He took all the possible courses available at universities which were affordable. With the little money his mother had saved for him, he started a small business and soon, and within a span of ten to twelve years Khuraana corporations spread wide and far, with shipping companies, five star hotels, construction companies and many other successful ventures undertaken by the Khuraana banner.
But all through these years, in his lows and highs, he never forgot one name, Lala Amarnath Handa. He was the man who destroyed his family and was still living a peaceful life with his family. But not to worry, the moment Maan set foot in India, their count down would begin. Daadimaa's deteriorating health was only an excuse, Maan found. All through the years he had only one motive in mind, and that was to destroy the Handa's, to wipe their very exixtence off this earth. He would go up to any extent to destroy them. They had no right to live after what they had done to him.
He was interrupted from his thoughts by a sultry voice asking, "Sir, do you need something?"
He opened his eyes to find the sexy airhostess looking at him with an open invitation in her eyes.
"I don't need anything, but I could do with some service." Maan just looked at his gaurds and they disappeared outside his cabin while the airhostess quickly undressed herself and settled on his lap to give him the service required''''''''..
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