I got to know Rudra in my 3rd year of undergraduate studies. I had met him long before when I was in my 1st year though. A normally skinny but not so skinny guy that every group of friends have. Always dressed funky all the time including the paracord, rudraksh and other strange things tied around his wrist. He was a joyful guy and the best part about him was that he knew everyone, and so much that even they would not know so much about themselves. He was fascinated by the lives of others. But nobody knew anything about him or his life. Never in my knowledge did he miss waving back to anyone. He helped me a lot when I was down by motivating me to hold on to the life. I guess he's got too many secrets of most of the people that I know. I wish I could be so blending with people all the time. He's the most extrovert guy that I've ever known, but never did he ever tell me about himself, the problems he was facing until that night of the party in his room when we all were drunk and stoned at the same time. Despite being denied for whatever he wants every time by his dad, he's pretty adamant of achieving something by doing something against the decisions that his dad takes for him. I felt the rage he's been gathering up every time he gets denied. That was the last day I saw him, it was our final year and he had a year out. He did give me an insight on all that he has seen in people that he got to know. Most of it was pretty much dark, but also honest at the same time.
Rudra completes his graduation somehow and starts looking for a job to meet the everyday needs. He manages to get a job, and stays in his hometown. His life is completely different now, it has a daily routine now. He stays away from his parents with his brothers. There comes a pivotal point in his life where he realises he might have a chance of achieving that something. The graph of his life goes up and he is working hard to get ahead of everyone. He bought a place he could call home, his brothers helping him in business and now he needs nothing more from life. And that’s when the past haunts him. The picture of the girl he loved when he was new to the college flashes by. She was dead even before he could confess his love to her. She had committed suicide when we were in our first year.
She was a rape victim and the sex tape was viral. She should have spoken to Rudra but her mind just couldn’t process or control the things happening around her. Rudra knows who were responsible, but they got away due to their rich parents. Rudra gained their trust and understood their life. He became a friend to them, and a very good one for that matter. Now that Rudra has achieved everything, he goes hunting. He has another flat in his hometown where he spends most of his time. This where he keeps track of the culprits.
From darkness into the poorly lit flat with nearly no sunshine coming in. we can see an old clock on the wall showing the time to be 10. Just below the clock is a board with photographs & newspaper cutouts pinned to it and a knife piercing through one of the photographs. Panning down on the glass coffee table, there’s a bottle of whiskey fallen in a clumsy manner spilling out some whiskey on the table. Just besides the glass of whiskey is a metal cigarette box. The door opens letting some light into the room. The door slowly closes till Rudra walks to the table to gulp the remaining peg of whiskey after taking a tablet. We can see the scars on his body and the tattoo of the devil on his back. He sits down on the couch and starts unwinding the crepe bandage from his wrist to let some air to the wounds on his knuckles. There’s a tooth stuck on the crepe with blood all over it. He picks the tooth from the crepe, puts it in the glass and pours whiskey in that glass. Rudra switches on the TV and a news channel comes up with a breaking news of a man beaten to death last night and the face being unrecognizable after the incident. Rudra plucks a photo from the board on the wall and relaxes down on the recliner but suddenly feels the muzzle of the 9mm Glock hit his tail bone. He takes it out and leans forward to place it on the table. While doing so he also picks up a joint and lighter from the cigarette box. Lights up the joint and starts burning the picture into the ash tray. The fire glows up his face in that dark room and is reflecting in his eyes. He picks the glass of whiskey with the tooth and leans back into darkness on the recliner having sips of it. In a corner of the room is a showcase table and shelf filled with souvenirs of parts like teeth, ears, fingers, etc. from people hunted down. Each human part has a label in front of it.
To be continued...
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