One man - determined to save...
G Raghuveera Rao is a man of principles and honour. A man of integrity and valour. A man now desperate enough to make a deal with the Devil himself, if that is what it takes to save his son.
One favour - destroy to s...
Three days later, a dazed Raghuveer sat beside his son, watching him sleep. Relief and gratitude coursed through his veins, it had been such long a time since he had seen peace on Tarun's face that he had almost forgotten it. He took Tarun's hand in his, gently rubbing it, the wrist bony to his touch. Tarun was gaunt and thin, the youthful chubbiness lost in those bouts of radiation and medication, and that had often despaired him. But not tonight. Not when Tarun was sleeping peacefully in his room, the surgery had gone well; all Raghuveer felt was hope.
However, he could not deny the faint disquiet that troubled him. For things had happened too quickly and too easily to be dismissed as mere coincidence; the doctor's appointment, Tarun's easy acquiescence, the readily available surgery team and finally the initial tests which had revealed that the tumour was marginally smaller than it had been the previous week. Kamakshi had been ecstatic at that result and turned into an ardent admirer of Dr Anand.
He had his doubts.
While he admitted that Dr Anand was a capable doctor and his suggested methods could prove successful, he could not deny the most of it could only be possible with supernatural intervention and he wondered why the Devil seemed to insistent on using him. But the pragmatic in him knew that despite such misgivings, he had practically committed himself. There was no way he could turn back.
Later, Raghuveer slipped out of his home and walked to the park, wondering if the Devil would make an appearance that night. He hoped it would be so, having made up his mind to accept the deal, he wanted to get over with it as quickly as follows. Despite him being a soldier, the idea of killing someone, especially one whom the Devil wanted dead for reasons not shared with him, unsettled him.
He did not have wait long before Luc, as he had insisted he be referred to, made his appearance. Not did he have to say a word, his presence was enough to signify his asset. Though he was relieved to note that Luc looked more like a normal human, albeit still a handsome man, surprisingly dressed similarly to him. Black jeans and a black t-shirt. Sturdy sensible shoes. And thankfully, no flames.
Luc smiled, "Good to have you on board. And you seem dressed for the part. I appreciate your enthusiasm, there is never a time like the present. So shall we?"
Raghuveer merely nodded, unsure of what would follow. And the world around him spun, disappeared and instantly appeared differently. He looked out of the gigantic windows and wondered where he was and heard Luc's faint voice answer him, "The observation deck of Imperial Towers, Mumbai"
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Mumbai, the city of dreams and riches, a city of contrasts, one that never slept. A city that had always intrigued him, but he could not admire the view. And it was a known fact that the observation decks of the twin towers were not open to the public. But apparently, that did not stop the Devil and his apparating powers. He was glad he had read the Harry Potter series with his kids, there could be no better word to describe what had happened. It would take him a few more minutes to orient himself; being snapped across a distance of over six hundred kilometres in a couple of seconds had disoriented and nauseated him.
