My eyes scan down our living hall slowly and move to every corner but lay stationed at one person falling on the floor with blood dripping from both his knees and a bullet shot on his chest. I try to run but before I do, my dad cautions me. He shook his head silently in warning, alerting me not to move out of the place. I clamp my mouth with my hand to let out a silent sob and lock the door slowly once again careful, not to make any sound. But before shutting, I make it a point to notice the silhouette of one person who shattered my life. My eyes go angry and become red like live embers and I take the most important and undoubted decision of my life. I will avenge my parent's misery. Keeping my emotions under control I trudge to the desk of my father's study and pull out the front drawer where I know, rested a revolver. I open my door slightly and fire multiple shots at the slayer who made my life a disaster.

Within seconds the destroyer's knees held out and he succumbed to the floor senseless. My dad dragged himself to his motionless form and examined his pulse making sure to keep me safe till his last breath. A few seconds later he looked at me with a proud and victorious smile. "Princess, he is dead. Now no harm can reach you." He tells me in a faint voice and sighs in relief. I ran to him in happiness from my hiding place. He hugged me tight once again and falls to the ground. Seconds later his hands fell weak and his eyes get closed. I nudge him several times to wake up but was unsuccessful. Then I ran to my mother pleading her to wake up for me. But neither of them moved nor opened their eyes. I wept sitting beside them pleading them to get up till my eyes went out of tears. Then I realised the tragic truth of my life. Both my parents are dead and left me all alone to struggle in this merciless world.

I opened my hands and looked at the card clutched in my palms that my mother left. I noted the phone number that I was supposed to dial but the little sanity left in me taught me to do otherwise. I could be sent to prison for the murder I had just done. I went to our kitchen and pocketed a small knife for safety purposes and ran away from the house to save my life.

Today is the day, I was born twelve years ago in other words my birthday yet it is the most disastrous day of my life.

Chapter 4

Ajith

I am Ajit Arihant Acharya, twenty years old and just obtained my master's in business administration from Oxford Univerity. I was always a bright student right since the beginning of my schooling and so I was made to skip a few grades and go to higher classes. As a result, at the age of twenty I am already a post graduate.

It was my dad's dream for me to study abroad and complete business administration. Being the sole heir of Arhant group of industries, it was already understood that I will take over the business once my dad retires. Though my mother never wanted me to study at a distant place from the family, my dad's will reigns in the house. He is strict and at the same time very loving. As a result I left to States at the age of seventeen to complete my higher education.

Like any other young guy of my age I enjoyed life to the fullest till I completed my education. I did late night parties and sometimes even enjoyed nights with beautiful girls. Anand is my best friend, who had always been there with me in my thick and thin times right since the first day of my university.

I was topper in my university and my parents were very proud of my achievements. I came to India once in a year or whenever I have a long vacation. I miss my mother. She is like an Angel always ready to sacrifice anything for her kids and of course the best cook. I enjoy everything that she prepares. I also have a little sister Rhea. She is eight years younger to me and loves to command in the house like a boss but unfortunately never succeeds in it. I love to tease her and am always an over protective brother that she hates in me.

My life was in full swing and thrill until 'this' day arrives in my life. It was the last day of our college and also our farewell party. All my friends gave heartfelt speeches and some girls even cried for leaving the university. After a lot of drama, fun and frolic we were drunk to the core and left to our rooms with stinking smell of alcohol from our bodies.

It was still in the wee hours of Saturday morning when my phone wouldn't stop its ring. My hands reach the mobile groggily on the bed side table as I press the answer button sticking the instrument to my ear. Within seconds, my eyes were wide open and I scamper out of the bed.

I called a number to book our private jet and directly reached the Breach Candy hospital where my father was admitted for a sudden stroke in the ICU. My hands reach him shakily and he opens his eyes to see me with a meek smile.

I knew he had only a few hours of time on this earth, after I spoke to the cardiologist. I assure my mother and sister of dad's recovery though I knew it clear in my heart that it was a lie. Within a few hours of passing we hear the most tragic news that we ever heard.