Neil khanna.

Ashish Mehta usually preferred working from his house.

Well who wouldnt, when you have so much money accumulated in there in your pockets.

I observed him deeply as he explained to him all the minutest and important details that I had to keep in mind as his assistant.

I've never done any kind of job so this was something totally new and amusing for me. Getting myself educated was also one of the most difficult tasks, why I wouldnt like to spit out. 

However amidst everything that happened I stand here today educated with a job under Ashish Mehta.

I have just one word for this man "Beware".

"Today I want you to stroll by the house and know what it is like,so that you develop some comfort towards it and you can work properly in here. And yes keep these books back into my library." He said handing him a a pile of books.

"This is your task for today, surf through my house without any help and keep these books back." He told me and I nodded to confirm to him that I'll do the job.

Passing me a smile he went away. His face didnt have any glimmer duh, it was like a rotten orange which not at all was orange. It was as if He held his sins there displayed on his face. Sinners usually have that on their face.

Maneuvering carefully through the house with the pile of books in my hand, I scanned the surroundings. As I explored it I realized I had no words for it. This was literally a dream house. Anyways not gonna bore myself again and again with descriptive narratives of the same house!

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I completed my job of pushing the books back into their places and I had surfed through half of their house. Well I cant he blamed huh! It's such a huge house. It's already evening with the clouds rolling across the sky making the orangish sky shine .

It was amidst this that I saw a lady with hazy eyes walking towards me in the same orange suit. 

"Hi" she simply offered her hand to me. While I held it shaking it back.

"Neil" I muttered.

"Avni" she introduced herself as well.

As I held her hand into mine, I felt absolute solace running down my veins. His brown orbs still into hazel eyes, confirmed to him that she was the one, he wants to spend his entire life with.  She is the one whom he had been looking for all his life at the wrong places, and she is the one he will never find again even if he went out with Aladdin's Lamp.

She seemed that perfect to him. Infact he started realizing his flaws standing infront of her.

She felt my passionate gaze and smiled while her eyes lids bend down as she shyed away running from me. Leaving my hand she went away. While I in the same position with my hand in the air kept looking at the retreating figure.

As I came out of my reverie I realised, this was not a part of my plan.

Love surely couldnt come in and stop me from doing what I always wanted to. I don't know whether this is love or mere attraction or infatuation whatever we call it. But duh I can feel my eyes dancing, heart racing and breath hitching on seeing her. She is having an effect on me, which is not at all good for my plan, my revenge.!

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I went home and the only thought that kept kept on obstructing my mind was that of that girl. Avni Mehta.  

I believe in love, my parents were an epitome of love when they were alive, my dad showered immense love on my mom. And I often saw them stealing glances and locking their eyes during normal family conversations and times.

He kissed his forehead delicately like a doll and treated her like a queen.  This is a rare phenomenon however I grew up seeing this and I believe that each man should have my father traits flowing down his veins.  He even called my mom his highness out of love. I adore them even today. Their love was so complete and dope that they even died together making me alone. The instant they died I lost everything, my childhood, my innocence, I just have revenge on my head since then.

I know revenge is not the correct way of doing things. But when the accused is a rich and high class man getting justice for yourself is equivalent to banging your head on the wall all your life, weeping for justice and then you die without getting to taste justice. Well this is not me saying it out. It is the Indian judiciary system.!

I'm sure they'll trap me into some web and claim me mad, that's how it works! That's how the criminal world works. That's how they trap innocent people but I'm not innocent,  I want justice by hook or by crook, even if it means by getting it from wrong ways.

Thank you!