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"Who am I?? Who are my parents ? How they used to look like ? I don't remember anything!! Where do I belong?"

These are the questions which haunted Anika from last 10 years...

"Are you fine?" asked he.

Duffer.. How will I be fine? We are kidnapped by some kidnappers and this stupid guy of fourteen asks me whether I am fine.

"Do you think I am?" said I sarcastically.

"No"

Wow! If he already understood it before, why was he asking me?

"Are you not scared?" asked I.

"I am" said he.

We both were locked in the same room. I was kidnapped as I was famous and he was kidnapped as he was a son of a family who had a big business industry. And me , I am a recent winner of a singing reality show.

No I was never a soft hearted even at this young age. But this sudden kidnapping had quite shaken me off.

"May be this is the last night of our life" said he in a depressed tone.

"We both cannot look at each other. It was so dark here. But I love darkness. It gives me peace. But something was telling me that the guy with me scares it.

"It's too dark here" said I. Actually I tried to know whether darkness really matter for him or not.

"I hate darkness" said he "It scares me"

Exactly the way I thought. I think this one year older guy really needs me now. I went a little close to him and hold his hands.

He looked at me through this semi dark room. And I noticed that he is quite relieved now.

"I am there with you." said I assuring him.

He looked at me smilingly. When they brought me here he was already present. Maybe they kidnapped him before me.

"Thank you" said he.

"You can be comfortable with me" said I and we sat together near a box.

"I am missing my brothers and friends"

"Friends and brothers?"

"Don't know how they are feeling now"

"Why ? They are also kidnapped or what?" asked I.

"No, but they love me a lot. By now they must have come t know that I am kidnapped and they must be crying. I am not even there to stop their tears"

"I am sorry to say that you are talking with the wrong person now." Said I.

"Why?"

"I don't believe in friendship but coming to brothers. Yes I quite understand that as I have a sweet brother."

I could see his shocked face clearly.

"Then the students in your class what are they to you?"

" Class mates!"

"The boys and girls with whom you play?"

"I don't play."

"Then what you do?"

"Hmm!! I just sit with instruments. I love exploring all kinds of music instruments and other than that I love gadgets and machines"

"I play guitar. Had you played it"

"Regularly.."

We both smiled.

"How old is your brother?"

"Five"

"Well that's good but I still can't believe my ears- A girl of thirteen don't believe in friendship."

"No. For me friendship is a mess. It only exist for selfish means"

"That's sad! For me friendship is life. My two best friends and two brothers are the reason to be happy in my life"

I could judge from his face, he really loves his friends and his brothers. I thought it's not good to hurt his feelings telling all my theories on the faked bonding called friendship.

"Well do you have a girl friend?" asked I.

"No, I never have been in a relationship."

"Strange, you are fourteen right? And still don't have a girl friend."

"Do you have a boy friend?" asked he.

"No. Like friendship love also does not exist for me"

"Seriously? You are the first girl whom I saw who don't believe in these two emotions"

"Coz I think everything comes with demands and motives"

He smiled, " Well I think you are the single piece of the female sex that I am liking so much rather than my two female best friends."

"Well you are the first guy who sitting so close to me"

He looked my face again and next moment he just kissed my forehead.

"You are a sweet heart" said he.

It was unexpected but my heart was beating in an unknown tone.

I took two deep breaths and said " Thank you".

He smiled maybe he understood what was I feeling with that unexpected kiss.

Suddenly the door flung open and I could see police. We were rescued. First we went to police station and from there to our respected houses. But before he left he came to me. And for the first time I noticed him in brightness. He was tall, white like chalk and handsome. His beauty cannot be defined but there was serenity in him. And his eyes were the cherry on cake. They were cat eyes.

"Thank you for being there with me and protecting me from my fear."

"Yours welcome"

He bent and kissed my forehead again. It seriously gave me an electric shock.

But that made me determined to kiss him so I stood straight on my toes and kissed his cheeks. He was smiling.

"That made you more close to me." Smirked he and left.

After he went away I remembered neither he know my name nor I know his.

"Bullshit!" I exclaimed.

Lights shimmered in front of me. I could see a mike giving a welcoming note in the most appropriate situation. Today is the first day of mine in this College. I, Anika, may be the most confused soul in this earth.

Let me clear some things of mine. I am a girl of eighteen. I am here with my brother Sahil and is staying at my Bua's residence. No Sahil is not my own brother...Daadi my grandmother she used to say Sahil's parents and my parents had a car accident. I somehow fell outside from the car and my parents fell down from a cliff and their bodies were never found. Sahil's parents also died and his grandmother brought both of us to their house and raised me up. Well both of us never been normal... He gets some kind of attacks very often and he had also lost his legs and I lost the most precious thing of mine...My memory... Like Sahil I also have attacks where I hallucinate people whom I had never seen in my life and I used to start shouting at them. Well sometime I even hallucinate those people in the people who were sitting in front of me. Some traces of my past still haunt me. I am a girl who doesn't know about her own existence. I don't remember my parents. I don't know how they used to look like. I am ill... or quite a sort of.

Leaving this I can see the mike in front of me. How much I am hating to stand here even! Those guys, I feel like they are sicker than me, sick in their heads.

Yes! Those five people, that thin white girl, that guy with the brown hair and that slim, tall Barbie doll , well she looks like a girl who loves fashion and that guy with the green eyes. Am I seeing it right? Green eyes in India...Whatever but I think the quiet one is good. Yes! The one with long hair.

Well I felt aghast, when I saw them today in the morning. They were ragging a new student, making him drink the most horrible thing one could ever imagine. A glass of chili powder mixed water. I wanted to protest but till that time they made him drink half of it and the guy with long hair protested. And they agreed to him in the next second. They look like quite spoiled rich boys and girls except that long hair one.

I am quite a quiet girl as I don't want to spoil my image in front of everyone and I really think twice before making any friends. God knows what they may comment when they would see my crazy side from close. It's safe to keep a distance from everyone.

But alas! I had always been a celebrity. I was the champion of singing reality show which used to air on national T.V. channels at the age of thirteen. And then I even won the Junior Singing Talent Show, the International Competition at the age of fifteen , had six albums of Hindi and English songs till now. Leaving that I got to work for Bollywood movies from the age of fourteen and Hollywood, sixteen. Popularity is like a cup of tea for me, but my fans don't even know the girl who had achieved success from such a young age is the most unsuccessful and lonely in the struggle of life and in the quest of knowing myself.

But here no one knows me. Am like a common girl. I got here by an entrance exam, in the most precious Musical College of India, STAR- Academy of Performing Arts. If I had disclosed my true identity maybe I could join here without an entrance exam. But for now I have to hide myself. I need a break from my popularity. So, though I am known as A.R in the Musical Industry. I simply came here as Anika Rathor, just Anika Rathor. Only Dean of this College knows my true identity.

My bua and fufa are one kind of best guardians one could have. My bua Sundari is Punjabi and my foofa Vishnu Moorthy is south Indian. Both have the greatest combination.

Well I came and held the mike tightly in my palms. Simple dressing and no makeup works. We celebrities look really different when we have our make ups. But without them we look really common. I think no one had figured it out that the girl who is standing in front of them in this simple embroided kurta and jeans is the same A.R. whom they used to see in concerts wearing shorts and stilettos.

I did this purposely. Yes! With this simple dressing I wore simple sandals whom I call Chandni and my hair was plainly platted. I had small jhumkas in my ears; my naked neck flesh was exposed. I had two three bangles on my right wrist along with my A designed special bracelet and a watch on my left one. If they don't go with the look and have a good eye sight, they would definitely notice that the things which I was wearing were all costly and designer products.

Well when I was thinking of being common and simple, celebrating my success of being left unrecognized, my random thoughts were washed out with a sharp voice.

"Hey sweet heart... I don't think so you will be able to say anything in this mike. These are not your cup of tea I mean these are not made for you; you are good in a village in front of a stove."

I saw the face of that stranger. As thought he was none other than that ghost guy. Ghost...coz he is white like ghost. Makes sense right? I didn't let any of my emotions specially anger to get visible in my face and stood there with an expressionless face.

"Good afternoon to everyone present here. I am Anika Rathor. I am basically a quiet girl but it looks like the people who are sitting in front of me are dumb. When I was told to introduce myself and got to hear such kind of comment from my senior and the respected people sitting in front of me quiet shows the true personality. Sweetheart let me decide where do I look good in front of a stove in a remote village or here between you guys in this College. I know that you just exposed yourself but that's good for you only; people got aware of you. And as for me Music is my passion so I am standing here. With this I Anika Rathor is signing off!"

I look straight at that guy and I could easily predict by his and his friend's looks that I will be their next prey. I know I talked more than I need to but I just shown them their own image in a mirror.

A girl a distant came running towards me. She was in a black floral print frock. Though she is quite over weight but she is extremely cute.

"Wow! What a mind blowing speech you had given" said she.

"Thank you"

"Hi.. am Soumya New to this College. Just joined yesterday"

" I joined today... which department?"

"Semi Classical. You?"

"Classical"

"What you joined classical at this modern age?"

"But Classical Music is the base and quite good here"

"Yeah quite a.."

"Soumya I think I should leave I have a class"

"What class?"

"As you said this is a modern Music College. Rather than attending just classical music classes I have to attend theory class of musical instruments"

"That's a great co incidence. I have the same class. Let's go together"

"Oh... sure"

We started walking towards the class.

"Do you know you fell in the same problem where I fell?" asked Soumya.

"What problem?" asked I with a questioning look on my face.

"Do you know what you did you just challenged The Devils" said she.

"The Devils?"

"The guy who commented on you was Shivaay Singh Oberoi. The Devils is a band. Last year they won the National Band Competition."

"Oh!" I let her words go inside through one of my ears and let it flow out with the other. She was saying it with so much fear. I could feel a little tension in the air but shoved it off.

"Well they are like monsters or true Devils. The boy with brown hair is Rudra and that fashionista is Tia, the white girl is Riddhima. They are heartless. Only Omkara is good between them."

"Who?" Well honestly I was thinking something else at that very moment. I was thinking why this girl is so much scared of those spoiled ones.

"Omkara! The one with long hair. Three of them are from the same family. They are brothers."

"Oh!"

"You don't know what kind of monsters they are. They threw me in a dustbin yesterday"

Now sky fell on my head. Did I hear it correctly? They threw this girl in the dustbin yesterday. Then I noticed tears in her eyes. She is crying. No... I am not at all good in consoling anyone. Hardly with much effort I tried to say her don't cry' when I saw terror in her eyes. Her eyes were on my back. Fear was written on her face. I could hear warm foot steps behind me. I understood whose footsteps could be those. I turned back and saw The Devils behind me.

"Hey Bhaiyya, look yesterday's fun piece is standing here so quietly" said Rudra.

I could see and read their aggressiveness from their faces. I thought it's the best time to keep mum rather to speak anything intelligent or rubbish.

Especially this time when no one can recognize who actually you are.

"Look this time I did nothing. Please leave me" said Soumya begging them.

They were looking and laughing at her except Shivaay who was constantly gazing at me. I don't think God is quite liberal to me. He always sends the wrong person at wrong place and in wrong time for me.

"Guys how we could ignore this one?" said he looking at me.

I know he is about to do something evil but he don't know at all that if he is a devil than I am a nightmare dressed in a day dream.

Rudra, " Yeah... she is the one who said so much on the stage"

"Hey girl ... think you are too smart" said Tia making fun of me.

I really hate this kind of jokes. I must say I hate those people who make fun of me.

"She thinks she can do anything" said Riddhima.

Now they are just tasting my patience.

"Sweetheart you should speak less" said Shivaay.

I watched them smiling.

"Soumya if you are done here, let's go for the class we are quite late", said I looking at Soumya and completely ignoring The Devils.

They were quite shocked by this attitude of mine.

I turned to leave when Shivaay came in front of me.

"How dare you?"

"Dare what?" asked I.

"Ignore us. Till date no one dared to ignore The Devils"

"Seriously? I am not interested to talk with strangers. If you are done leave my way." I said sarcastically.

"You.."

"Look Mr. Shivaay Singh Oberoi... who so ever you be neither I know you nor you know me. But still you humiliated me publicly and expected me to keep quiet. That's not done. Well as I said I am quite late now and not interested to have any acquaintance with you or your friends or brothers. So am leaving with my new friend or your prey. Want to have fun with her, have later. Goodbye" and with that I dragged Soumya to the class. And The Devils stood there as statues who even forgot to move.

Here goes d 1st chapter

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Mimi😎

"You are on fire sweet heart" said Soumya with a smiling face.

"Thank you. I just did what I felt right"

"No ... the people whom you made mum they are like the bullying kind here"

"I knew it at the first moment I saw them."

"Hello.." a voice broke our conversation.

I picked up my face to see the owner of the voice.

"Hi Rithvik" greeted Soumya.

"Anika meet Rithvik my friend" said she pointing towards Rithvik.

"Hello"

"I just saw you both at the corridor. You guys just challenged The Devil's reputation here."

Now that's pissing me off! The Devils The Devils and The Devils! Whether you tell me their history and give me the reason why they have so much power here or just leave this topic aside. I know I have a curiosity in them but still they are not so important for me.

"Why The Devils is so powerful here?" I just blurted out.

Rithvik gave me a confusing look. Seems they were discussing some other topic and I said something which is not at all related to it.

"I mean why you guys are so scared of them?" I corrected myself. Actually the word powerful' just gave a chill feeling that those five people owns this place.

"Well they own this place.. sort of!" said Rithvik.

I was fearing this. If I need help of someone against them. Wouldn't I get any? Why was I thinking this way I don't know. I don't matter for them much. They may forget me.

"How they own it?" asked I.

"Well Oberoi's is the trustee of this College"

Oberoi's this name... I heard it before. But where? Oh yes! The leading business family. Oberoi Industries, how could I forget them? I tried to concentrate on the topic.

"Then... this makes them powerful here?" asked I.

"Yes! And no one dares to protest them." Said Soumya.

"Oh!" exclaimed I.

The professor came and Rithvik moved back to his place. But I was still in the train of my thoughts. Oberois and their leading business tycoon Tej Singh Oberoi... this name has its impact on me. Last time when Rajeev took this name I started screaming in terror. But till date I had not understood what had frightened me so much. The name... but why? Or the person related with the name? I tried to concentrate on the class.

After the professor left the class I turned towards Soumya.

"Soumya what The Devils did with you yesterday?" Well I can't stop my curiosity. Human Nature!!

"Yesterday when I stepped in this College. Well I was a big fan of The Devils"

"Wait! You were a fan of them. Then why they..."

She cut me in middle.

" I saw Rithvik in the College swimming pool. And he doesn't even know how to swim. He was struggling for his breath. But no one was daring to help him and I jumped and saved him."

"That's brave" exclaimed I.

"Actually at that time I didn't have any kind of idea who threw him in water. But their anger turns towards me."

"What?"

"Yes! When I was sitting in the canteen The Devils came towards me. Rudra said that they became my fan when they saw me saving Rithvik. I was too happy. And they invited me at the backyard of the College in their private party."

"They called you in their private party?"

"Yes! And me I was such a dumb that I was still unaware of the fact that they only threw Rithvik in water."

"Then?"

"They gave me a yellow card which was quite inviting I must say. I went to the backyard. On the route I met Rithvik and I shown him the card. He was scared when he saw the card. He told me not to go because this was a warning card for me from The Devils since I saved him. After he went away I thought to take his warning seriously and turned back to go away. But alas! The Devils was standing in front of me. They put me in the dustbin " nearby and locked me there. I cried and wanted help but no one helped me out. After half an hour Omkara came and saved me. So I said that guy is good among The Devils."

"Okay .. then why is he staying with them? asked I.

"Coz he is Shivaay's and Rudra's brother. And they are the best band here."

That was not satisfactory. There must be something more. If choice and thoughts are different; fights would have definitely taken place, but they sticks together. How this quiet, good guy became friends with those four idiots? There must be something more. Their bonding doesn't seem to be just a brotherhood thing and it also doesn't seem that they are just tied for music. There's much more. Well I hate mysteries coz they attracts me like magnets. I, myself is a mystery for me. Well I had bowed many a times not to get attracted towards mysteries, may be the latest oath will be broken by the infamous...The Devils.

"Yes the best band here." A sharp voice interrupted our conversation. My eyes directly went on to the owner of the female voice, Tia's voice.

We were about to leave so we were standing near a desk. I saw the whole The Devils was standing in front of me. I understood here comes the moment and The Devils will not forget me easily. Another challenge for me, but I had always been a winner. And this time also whatever happens I will not lose. I decided at that very instant.

"You said too much to my boyfriend. So this is for you." Said she.

Boyfriend? Maybe Shivaay.

Before I can gather the moment and react to her words I fell something splashed my face. It drenched me. I saw her hand which was holding a bottle of Mango juice. This girl, Non-sense! She just threw that on me. How can these morons bring such insulting moments for others? I could feel my rage was rising through my nerves. This girl just humiliated me in front of the whole class and now smiling at her victory!

They laughed and turned to leave.

"Tia.." I called her.

Five of them turn towards me.

"You hit the wrong chord. Seriously!"

I took the ink pen from the desk and threw ink at her.

"I know this is less in quantity compared to the mango juice you threw at me but much enough to make you realize the humiliation amount you did to me some seconds back. Now everything looks good. Balanced at every side... Come Soumya." I was about to leave when Riddhima grabbed my hand.

"Look you challenged the wrong..."

I cut her in middle.

"Oh! Hello... Cut the crap... You guys started everything. I really hate mess and you guys are the one who is creating it."

I jerked her hands and took Soumya to the 3^rd floor washroom of the College as I assumed Tia may go in the washroom of 2^nd floor where the whole incident took place and I was not in the mood to see any faces of The Devils members,

There I opened my hairs and washed my face.Soumya was watching me without any words. I could feel her eyes on me. The way she was looking at me I felt that she wants to ask me something. The washroom was empty so I was wondering what was stopping her from asking me her questions.

"What do you want to ask me?"

"Well you will definitely be a tough nut to crack by The Devils"

I smiled at her.

"Anika I feel like I had seen you before," exclaimed she.

Now I felt a wave of tension in me.

"You saw me before?"

"Yes but where I can't remember"

Well as I think God is not at all liberal to me. I was not hoping for much.

Suddenly she screamed, "Yes! I saw your concerts you are..."

I pressed her mouth with my palms.

"Shh!"

This time she said softly.

"You are A.R. I was observing you from quite a time"

"Good observation I must say..." said I with a blunt smile.

"I am your big fan, just not expected you here. But why you dressed this way? This is not your style." Said she.

"Well am here in a mission. For the accomplishment of my mission I came here," said I whispering.

"What mission?"

"The Devils"

Bull shit! I just blurted it out. Now I have to do something I have to cover myself!

"Mission The Devils?" asked she.

"To break them so that they cannot torture anyone anymore."

Well I lied to her. And this time I mentally patted my shoulders for lying so cleanly. Am seriously a pathetic liar!

Thanku to all my readers to read this story

Love u all!

Mimi😎