D-MINGO

Chapter 1: The Party

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Monte De Classo, a luxurious, isolated club near the pristine beaches of Goa, was buzzing with energy. Neon lights flickered, casting vibrant colors across the room as loud music pumped through the speakers. It was a private event, organized by Aditya, a young man celebrating the last days of his bachelorhood. The room was filled with a mix of men and women, all deep in the haze of alcohol, their laughter mingling with the music as they lost themselves in the night.

Among the crowd were Aditya's closest friends, Vivan and Prateek. Vivan had been his best friend since childhood, practically a brother, while Prateek had grown closer to Aditya through family connections-he was especially trusted by Aditya's father. The three of them had shared countless memories, and tonight was meant to be a celebration before their lives changed in different ways.

Suddenly, the doors opened, and in walked Vivan. As soon as he entered, the energy shifted, and he grabbed everyone's attention. With a grin, he stepped onto a small stage, holding a mic in hand.

"Hey, guys!" Vivan called out, his voice cutting through the noise. "Tonight's a special night for my brother, Aditya! Next month, he's getting married!"

The crowd erupted in cheers and applause, their eyes turning toward Aditya, who raised his glass in acknowledgment, a smile playing on his lips. Vivan continued, "And because this is such a big moment, I've brought something special for him-and for all of you."

A wave of anticipation swept through the room. Vivan signaled to his bodyguard, who stepped forward with a silver tray, covered by a white cloth. As the cloth was pulled back, revealing small, colorful pills arranged neatly on the tray, the crowd gasped. Vivan smiled mischievously.

"These," he said, "are for those who really want to enjoy tonight. Everything here is free-so don't hold back, take what you want, and let's make this night unforgettable!"

The crowd cheered louder, with many stepping forward eagerly to take the drugs. One by one, they popped the pills and returned to the dance floor, their movements becoming wilder as the effects began to take hold. The club turned into a chaotic blur of flashing lights, loud music, and uninhibited dancing.

Two hours later, the scene had shifted dramatically. Everyone who had taken the drug was now completely intoxicated, stumbling around in a daze. Some had collapsed onto sofas, while others leaned heavily on the bar.

Aditya, Vivan, and Prateek stood off to the side, chatting casually. Neither Vivan nor Aditya had touched the drugs, as Vivan was flying to New York the next day, and Aditya had to return to Maharashtra to prepare for his wedding. Prateek, who had always been the more cautious of the group, stayed sober to keep an eye on things. They sipped on their whiskey, watching the madness unfold around them.

Suddenly, their friend Reena, visibly drunk, staggered over to them. "Vivan!" she slurred, grabbing his arm. "Come dance with me!" Before he could protest, she dragged him to the dance floor. Vivan, with a laugh, obliged, swaying to the beat as Reena clung to him. But then, without warning, Reena collapsed.

Her body hit the floor hard, and foam began to spill from her mouth. Her body convulsed, limbs flailing uncontrollably as she gasped for air. Vivan knelt beside her, his face stricken with horror. "Reena!" he shouted, shaking her, but she didn't respond.

Within moments, the same horrifying scene repeated itself throughout the club. Dozens of people who had taken the drug were now writhing on the floor, their bodies shaking violently. Some had passed out entirely, their faces pale and lips blue.

Prateek, always quick to act, pulled out his phone and called Mr. Rajeev, Aditya's father's personal assistant, explaining the critical situation at the club. His face was pale with fear, knowing the gravity of the situation.

Rajeev acted swiftly, reaching out to the local authorities in Goa. Thanks to Aditya's father, the Chief Minister of Maharashtra, the government had strong connections with the Goa administration. In less than 10 minutes, Prateek's phone buzzed again-it was ACP Rajdeep, the Assistant Commissioner of Police in Bardaaz, Goa.

"Prateek, don't let anyone leave the club," Rajdeep commanded. "I'm on my way with an ambulance and two police vans. We'll be there shortly."

Monte De Classo was in an isolated area, far from the crowded parts of Goa, perched by the beach. With no nearby houses, there was little chance of anyone noticing what was happening.

Vivan stood up, his heart pounding as he looked around. The party had turned into a nightmare. Within minutes, the sound of sirens filled the air as two police vans pulled up outside the club. ACP Rajdeep stepped out, his expression grim as he surveyed the scene.

"We need to get them to the hospital immediately," Rajdeep barked, directing his officers to start loading the unconscious partygoers into the ambulances. Vivan, Aditya, and Prateek, sober but shaken, watched in disbelief as their night of celebration descended into chaos.