Kissing A Devil (Complete and Continuing In The Sequel)

Chapter 1

A young boy of 7 years sitting on a floor of a dark and damp room. He is whimpering and between his sobs he softly cries,"Mumma.. Please.. I want to go home.." The room is totally empty. There are no windows but just a tiny skylight on the top near the ceiling that brings a little light into the room. Something runs by the boy, may be a rat. And he screams, getting up he runs to the door. He starts banging it with his tiny little hands, "Kholo darwaza! Koi hai! Please! I want my Mumma! Mumma.." Suddenly he hears screeching of car tires. Then few footsteps and voices, followed by loud noises of bullets being fired. The boy moves away from the door and puts his hand on his ears. He trembles in fear and closes his eyes tightly sitting down on the floor again. The noises come closer and then he hears a loud bang.

The door flies open and few men enter the room. "Baba! Come here!", comes a voice from the door. The boy opens his eyes to see few men staring at him. He finds the door open and runs outside. He is caught by a strong hand,"Baba relax. We have got you." The boy looks at the man and recognises him,"Kabir chacha!" He puts his arms around him to hug him tightly. He takes him near the car and puts him down. A man of 40's sits on a chair right outside a huge black Rolls Royce. He is surrounded by few men in suits and big guns. Few men lie on the floor, dead in pools of blood. Three men are kneeling in front of him with guns pointed at the back of their skull.

The man sitting on the chair wears a white suit, over a white shirt and white shoes. There is a red scarf tied around his neck and a sunglasses with white frame over his eyes. His hair is pitch black, back brushed and he has a goatee style beard. A cigar burns at the corner of his mouth. A gun is dangling in his one hand and a stylish cane is in his other hand. He smiles at the boy and says,"Come here." Kabir holds the boy's finger and takes him closer to the man. He asks,"Are you hurt? Did they hurt you?" The boy still scared shakes his head to say no. The man then says in hoarse voice,"Then why are you crying like a baby? You are my son. Learn to be brave. Look at them. I said look at them and tell me if they were the ones who had captured you."

The boy terrified now, turns his head to look at the three men on their knees. He wipes his eyes with the back of his palm and nods his head at his father. The man extends his hand and says,"Take the gun and shoot them. Right between their eyes." Kabir says,"Shahib rehne do. He is just a kid and is already terrified." "SHUT UP. Kabir don't forget I am your boss and his father. He has to learn everything from now. (Looking at the boy)Take this gun.", says the man. The boy looks at the gun and almost at the verge of crying shakes his head. The man screams,"I SAID TAKE THE GUN!" The boy taken aback from the scream, once looks at Kabir and then with his two little shivering hands takes the heavy gun. The man pulls him closer and putting his hand over his son's stretches them, pointing at the first man. He whispers in his ear,"On the count of three press it. Okay.. one.. two.. and " Three ear shattering noises from the gun comes one after the other as the three men drop dead with their brain blasting out of their skulls. The boy closes his eyes and hears a laughter,"You are my son! You are the son of Raghuvir Raichand! You are Sidharth Raghuvir Raichand!"

Sidharth wakes up with a jolt. He is breathing heavily and his whole body covered with sweat. He looks at his hands. He rushes into the washroom and opening the tap of the wash basin, he starts rubbing his hands. Blood, he sees blood in them. He keep washing his hands till he breaks down and sits on the floor of the washroom, covering his face.

Sana couldn't sleep the whole night thinking about everything that Sidharth Raichand had told her. She had stopped her attempt to get out of the room after then. It was only in the early hours of the morning that she had fallen asleep on the chair. As the door opens, she wakes up. Two ladies, one about 60 years and another young girl in her 20's enter with two trays. Sana stands up and says,"Where is Sidharth Raichand? I want to talk to him." The older among the two says,"Sid baba doesn't like to meet anyone in the morning. And more importantly anyone can't just see him anytime. He decides who will see him and when. Now take a bath, get ready and have your breakfast. The designer will come with dresses for your wedding tomorrow. You.." "I won't eat anything or meet anyone. I want to see my brother. I need to talk to Sidharth right now.", screams Sana. "Mr.Sidharth Raichand! No one is allowed to take his name. You are yet to become his wife.", says the older lady. Sana starts throwing everything her hands could get, screaming to let her meet him.