# Book 1
Aadrik Ranawat, a member of an underworld society who thrives for success, power and money. His life was only filled with the scent of blood and money. Will the girl with lotus scent change his world? She enters his life like an ocean and c...
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Finally, I am back in India.
My phone has been ringing nonstop. It's Aakash, Maria and my coach calling. I left without telling them.
What do I say to them that bye I am going to die?
Their goodbyes would have just made it harder for me to say goodbye to life.
I took a cab and went to my house. No one was there. My mother left for her parent's house after my father's death. My grandparents refused to stay there since my father lived there.
The house looked empty and lonely.
I went to my room and took out an old photo album from the cupboard, went to the living room and sat on the sofa.
I opened it and found a photo of me, Samaira and Srishti, we smiled heartily in it.
That was the last photo we smiled in.
After that day, our beautiful summer sky-like life was covered by deadly dark clouds.
I regret holding my uncle's helping hand when he forwarded it. I am the reason he got killed.
I try telling myself it was not because of me but I can't deny the truth. If I refused to go with him, he would have been alive today.
~flash back~
I was five, we had to move out of our house when my sister was born. Our new house was small, completely opposite of our previous one.
My parents left everyday morning and returned late at night. I was sitting by my few weeks old sister who was crying nonstop. I tried feeding her milk like my mother showed me but she wouldn't drink.
I tried and tried until I finally gave up. She was crying without taking a break and tears left my eyes looking at our helpless state.
Some unknown man opened the door and entered.
He was distraught looking at the crying baby.
He took hurried steps towards us. I stood in a defensive position in front of my sister fearing he would harm her.
"I am your uncle, your father's brother" he said and tears rushed out of my eyes.
I didn't know whether to believe him or not. I decided not to move.
"I will not hurt her. Let me help the baby" he said coming closer to me.
He looked trustworthy, and I didn't have another choice but to trust him.
I moved aside.
He picked up the baby in his arms and tapped gently on her back.
"What's your name?" He asked me.
"Abhay"
"What is her name?"
"Baby," I said. My parents didn't care to give her a name. They only called her baby or bad luck.
