The Forbidden Manuscript : a Villain's Tale

chapter 4 : The dark Descent

  

I was in my office, sitting behind my massive mahogany desk, leafing through a stack of files. The door burst open, but I didn’t bother looking up; I already knew who it was. Only one person would dare enter my office with such audacity—Rakshit Kapoor, my best friend, personal hacker, and financial advisor. He handled both my legal and illegal financial affairs with impeccable skill.

He sauntered in and plopped himself into the chair opposite me, greeting me with his usual dramatic flair. "Hello, Yash!" he exclaimed.

I rolled my eyes, barely glancing up from my work. But then he pulled out something that caught my attention immediately—a special signed edition of Luna’s latest book. My eyes zeroed in on the book as he handed it over.

Before I could say anything, Rakshit grinned. "I've got some good news too. Your Luna is finally coming into the spotlight. It’s all over the news."

I didn’t smile, but a smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. "Finally, I’ll get to see her," I murmured. Without missing a beat, I told him, "Make an appointment. I want to meet her first."

Rakshit shook his head, his expression amused. "Your Luna is really strict. She’s refused all our offers so far."

My smirk widened. "Interesting. When is her revelation day?"

"The day after tomorrow," he replied.

I nodded, absorbing the information. Rakshit leaned forward, his eyes curious. "Why are you so obsessed with this author? You’ve never even seen her, just read her writings."

I leaned back in my chair, pondering his question. "I don’t know. Her writings always intrigue me."

"Then why haven’t you tried to find her before?" he pressed.

I shrugged, a small smile playing on my lips. "I respected her privacy."

Rakshit narrowed his eyes at me. "You respected her privacy but have been trying to find your author ever since she killed you in her book."

Only Rakshit knew my real identity and my origins. I remembered the day I revealed my truth to him. He had been incredulous, thinking it was some elaborate joke until he saw my powers firsthand. The shock had taken time to wear off, but eventually, he accepted my reality. Since then, he has been my loyal friend and confidant in this world.

He had always been by my side, helping me navigate both the corporate world and the underworld with equal ease. As I sat there, contemplating Luna’s upcoming revelation, I felt a mix of excitement and curiosity.

Rakshit leaned back, his curiosity unabated. "You’ve read every word she’s written, yet you’ve kept your distance. Now, you’re planning to meet her. What changed?"

I looked at him, my expression unreadable. "I’ve waited long enough. It’s time for the world to meet Luna, and for her to meet me."

The room fell silent as we both considered the implications of the upcoming encounter. I felt a surge of anticipation. Soon, I would come face to face with that woman too who had created me .

I looked at him sitting too comfortably . I rolled my eyes being done with his gossip.

I shot him a look, eyebrow raised. "Rakshit, don't you have other work besides playing gossip machine ?"

He grinned proudly. "Nope."

I narrowed my eyes, and he quickly added, "Okay, okay... We are finally close to finding your author. After all these years, we’re making progress."

I nodded, feeling a mix of satisfaction and anticipation. Rakshit stood up, stretching. "I'll keep you updated with any further details."

As he left the room, I leaned back in my chair, my mind racing. Finally, after years of searching, the moment was approaching. Soon, I would meet the elusive Luna, the woman behind the words that had captivated me for so long. And I am gonna end that Author's life who had created me and killed me without knowing my side in the book.

As I sat in my leather chair, the signed edition of Luna’s book in hand. My fingers traced the elegant signature scrawled across the inside cover, each letter a testament to her elusive presence. It felt surreal to finally hold something so personal from the author whose work had consumed my thoughts for so long.

Despite never having seen her, I had developed an obsession with Luna. Her books had drawn me in with their intricate plots and vivid imagination. Each story was a portal into her brilliant mind, a mind that had intrigued me beyond measure. Her ability to weave complex characters and gripping narratives had created a fascination that went far beyond mere admiration.

As I gently ran my fingertips over the signature, a sense of anticipation washed over me. "I’m going to finally meet you, Luna," I murmured, the promise of our upcoming encounter filling me with excitement. The time for speculation and intrigue was coming to an end. Soon, I would come face to face with the woman whose creativity had left an indelible mark on my world.

I ascended to the terrace, the cool breeze brushing against my face as I stood at the edge of the building. With a determined breath, I stepped off the edge, feeling the thrill of the fall. My dark aura flared to life around me, a protective cocoon of shadow and power. Black feathers, imbued with my magic, swirled around me, creating a mesmerizing display of dark elegance.

As I plummeted, the familiar sensation of my powers enveloped me, guiding and cushioning my descent. The dark aura shimmered like a cloak of night, ensuring a smooth and controlled landing. With a sudden, almost imperceptible shift, I teleported directly into the underground garage area.

I materialized with a soft thud, the concrete floor greeting me with its cold, solid presence. The thrill of using my powers never lost its edge. Sometimes, the sheer fun of arriving in this dramatic fashion was a reminder of the extraordinary nature of my existence. After all, what else would you expect from a villain but something far from ordinary?

I glanced around the dimly lit garage, a smirk playing on my lips. The mundane world seemed distant, obscured by the veil of my dark powers and the thrill of my own dramatic entrance.