1 (Episode - 1) Mysterious kidnapping

A seventeen years boy, named Vikram, who had no one till yesterday, who was fascinated by the orphaned rash till yesterday, suddenly a new chapter in his life begins…

What had happened that day?

…Someone said softly in his ear, "fly away". It was the voice of a girl. ...A melodious voice, which tingles the heart's string. His head felt a bit heavy, as if he had been lying unconscious for several days. But the melodious tinkling sound of that girl worked. …Like, she had put on life in that boy's lifeless body. His blinking eyelids were slowly opening and his eyes were struggling to see in the dim light of the dark room.

Opening his eyes, he found himself sitting in a wooden chair. There were signs and marks of rope tied in his hands. His hand wrists were swollen into red blood clotting and a piece of cut rope was dropped on the ground. He felt himself very weak as if his body was absolutely lifeless. There were many types of injuries and wounds marks in his body.

A yellow electric bulb was hanging from a long iron rod was lightning above his head. Whose light was not emerging so much, but the heat coming out of that bulb was acting like a room heater and his head was wet with sweat due to its heat.

He was a charming and handsome, seventeen year old boy. His blond soft face, light hairy beard mustache, red lips, blue eyes and long embroidered body were telling the young man's beauty. But with his torn old cheap clothes, he looked like he belongs to a very poor family.

As soon as the eyes arose, he was once shocked to see the surrounding views. The old termite, mossy, uprooted cement and bricks walls, where there was not a single window or ventilator, everywhere was strewn with blood splatter. Disorganized corpses were scattered around the room, the dead bodies by which fresh blood was still leaking. It seemed like someone had just killed those people with a lot of poise.

Someone's arms and legs were dislocated from his body, someone's neck was twisted and someone's head was severed from the torso, then someone was hanging on the noose. Near all those corpses had different weapons on and around their hands, as if all were armed goons, but still they all were brutally killed to death.

The boy, assuming his senses, heeded that girl's voice. Who was she after all? Where is the girl who asked him to fly away? What does it mean to fly away? After looking around, he realized that the girl might have saved him from those goons and told to flee. But no one was present in the room except the corpses. The girl had already left.

The boy tremblingly tried to get up from the chair. But his weak, lifeless body was not supporting him. He had multiple injection marks in his arms and several injection syringes lying nearby on the floor. It was clear from this, that he was kept there for several days by giving him injections of unconsciousness.

"That meant my kidnap. Was I kidnapped?" ... he thought in his mind. After all who am I? What is my name? He felt that he did not remember anything about himself. That means his memory was lost.

He felt a sharp pain in the back of his head as soon as his mind was stressed. When he felt it by touching with his hands, it was found that he had a big wound in the back of his head.

"That means someone had hit my head with a heavy weapon from behind, which lead to my memories loss." He murmured.

Somehow he tried to get up by using the chair and was successful in getting up this time. As soon as he woke up, he turned to the fridge placed in the corner of the room by taking support of the wall. It seemed from his weakness that he had not been given food or water for many days. All his hopes were broken as soon as he opened the fridge. The fridge was completely empty.

There were only two sips of wine left in a bottle. Fueled by hunger and thirst, he thoughtlessly put on the bottle of wine in his mouth and drank it in one breath. But this was the first time he had drunk liquor.

He had not eaten anything for several days, so the alcohol did not last long in an empty stomach and he vomited on a head severed corpse lying there. Then his eyes fell on a dead body which was shot dead by a bullet that was sitting by the wall. A packet of biryani, half eaten, was lying in front of that corpse, in which some blood was sprinkled.

His hungry eyes flashed in joy. He broke down on that blood-stained biryani like a hungry dog. It took him, a very few moments to finish his entire biryani. He started having hiccups due to eating in a hurry. Now his thirst increased even more.

He looked around the room but there was no sign of water anywhere. Then he saw a small iron cupboard placed in the other corner of the room. The door of the cupboard was slightly open, so he did not have to find the key.

When he opened the cupboard taking hiccups, that too was completely empty. There was just some white paper, a photograph and a letter, in the cupboard. By watching the photograph, he felt familiar with it but he could not remember whose picture it was. He was about to pick-up the letter and suddenly he heard the siren of the police car.

He panicked. He could not understand why he was so scared by the sound of that siren. Then he thought it was probably the effect of his memories loss.

He quickly put that photograph and letter into his pocket. He ran towards the door, but the voice of the siren stopped coming at the door itself and he returned to the opposite leg.

He could not understand what to do. There was no window in the room so that he could jump and run.

He sprung his wet hands with the cloth worn by a corpse and began to pretend to be unconscious by sitting in the same chair in which he had previously been sitting unconsciously.

Now the siren had stopped ringing and the sound of some footsteps was heard from outside his room.

As the voices of the footsteps were getting closer, his heartbeat was getting faster. His eyes were closed but the breath had intensified.