His Personified Chaos

chapter 1

~Devaditya~

It's been three weeks after returning back from Varanasi. Dadaji always had a spiritual connection to that place. I guess he's now quite happy.
Quite happy that he won't have to see devraj's face anymore.

He won't have to lecture him everyday nor he would call me a million times regarding him.

"Go check on your father's health. He's going worse."

Ofcourse, he's going worse and it's not that I care. I wish so fucking bad to see him die right infront of my eyes. I wish he has the most painful death as possible. Or even better, I kill him with my own hands, stabbing him, once, twice, thrice, a million times and see his nasty blood flow.

The nasty blood which runs in my veins too. Devraj Singh Rathore might be the one I share my blood with, but he will never be my father.

All he cared was about feeding his addiction with more alcohol. God knows what would have had happened if he was introduced to drugs. Not that I care. He's always been a pain in the ass.

Dadaji's death certificate has words printed in black, under the cause of death as- stroke.
Little did they know that wasn't the real cause. The real cause was devraj, who had been dying to split out the properties, so that he could live off with his girlfriend. And afford his addiction as his paycheck was disabled by dadaji due to his carelessness even at work, causing great damage to his sector.

Dadaji died.
Because of devraj.

My mother died.
Because of devraj.

I was 6 and the memories of those days are still crystal clear in my head. It haunts me. Day by day. I feel as if it's—

"Hukum, we are here." My driver snaps me out my thoughts. I turn my head to the left to see the Rajmahal. The Rajmahal I was supposed to grow up happily.

A bodyguard opens the gate from outside and greets me. I nod and start walking towards the entrance.

Dadisa has been quite the entire time of the funeral. She was a heart patient, a strong news such as husband's death might badly impact her health. Thus I decided to let her know very softly, but when I stepped into her room I saw her in white saree, slowly removing the vermilion from her hair partition. She had thick drops of tears around her wrinkled eyes. My heart pinched at that.

"Who told you?" I had asked maintaining a cool tone to which she smiled weekly and replied "Chandni".

The gatekeepers greet me as I walk through the entrance. As I entered Chandni spotted me.
Not again.

"Hey dev. what brings yo-"
I ignored her call and went straight to dadisa's room.she was sitting there in her king size bed, staring at the floor. As soon as she sensed my arrival; she looked at me and gave the same soft wrinkly smile.

I took her ashirwad; and she caressed my hair. I wonder what goes on her head. Does she even recognises how her own daughter is so avaricious and blinded for money?

"Come with me dadisa, live with me from now on." I tell her with a little hope that this time she agrees; but I was too optimistic.

"No, beta."-she looked down hiding her eyes-"I can't.I won't be able to live the rest of my days anywhere else; anywhere which doesn't has the memories of your dadaji."

As expected, I take a look at her and ask her nurse about the meds and updates on her health. She gestures me to wait outside the room. So did I. Dadisa's health was always a delicate topic, she had two operations before; and as for now the last thing I want to be in, is another situation which reminds me of my past.