Irony of present

In the ever moving crowd of people, a frail looking man stood in a corner, ignored by all. He looked like a beggar, with no hope of a future, let alone bright. A calm aura surrounded the area around him. His mysterious character, made everyone strangely disperse around him. Those beautiful features were hidden by the dirt of a hectic day at work. His pale skin was smudged with spots of black dirt, and his blue eyes tinged red showed his exhaustion and a craze, hidden deep in. His messy, slightly ruffled golden hair looked sexy,even in such a situation, shining slightly under the sun. He sat straight, without a care for the people around him.

In a dimly lit corner, he looked around discreetly, searching for someone, searching for something. A feeling of urgency took over his senses. It was as if he was dying from lack of water. His body throbbed and he gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. His body was burning, smouldering with an unknown need, making him tremble. His pupils dilated, showing a darker blue.

That's when a man dressed in black caught his eye. The man in black had a sleek look with an aura of a confidence, a man ready for anything. He covered his face with the tattered cap of his old hoodie, tugging on it, meeting the beggar's gaze just for a second. In the one second, his lips' corners lifted up in a small smirk. The beggar's bloodshot eyes widened, and he started pursuing him.

He made his way through the crowd of eager beavers trying to push themselves to a point unknown to him. But it was not like he cared about where the hell they wanted to go. The only thing that mattered for him was the man in black, with a conspicuous looking bag in his hand.

Moving like the water through the rocks, they made their way across the crowd of the people, both of them flowing with the crowd. Soon, they were moving outside, towards an abandoned area. The beggar was still in pursuit of him.

At a casual glance, it looked like he planned to rob the man in black.

But the truth was quite different from what we could imagine. Planning to stop the game of chase, the man stood in a corner, hidden under the shadow of roofs. His face remained impassive, traces of the earlier smirk, no longer visible.

He stood there silently. The beggar, or rather, the one with red eyes moved towards the sleek man and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Sukhdar?", questioned the sleek man, gazing at him with thoughtful eyes.

" I...I want it, Shate", said the desperate man, Sukhdar.

"Mmmm...

Do you have any money?", asked Shate with a knowing look.

Hearing those words, made Sukhdar upset. He was a beggar for god's sake. He earned nothing except a little that he got from working on a nearby construction site. He was dying under the debt of loanmongers.

With no money to return.

His full income was spent on drugs.

All his attempts to get rid of this addiction had failed miserably. And finally, out of money and patience,he returned back again, to those same old habits, that destroy his life. They kill him everyday, yet he cannot exist without them.

Peering into his forlorn face, Shate says, " No money, no fun." He stretched, lying his head on his arm.

"But....." Sukhdar looked at him with a pitiful expression.

And with that,Shate turned around to leave,whereas poor Sukhdar was left crying tears of despair. With his longing for drugs increasing, unfathomable despair consumed him. It ate him, greedy enough to want control of his whole body.

That's when....

"But....", trailed Shate with a slight turn of his head.

Looking Sukhdar in the eye, he said, " There is one more way. That's if you are willing to work hard for it."

"What is it!?", Sukhdar hastily asked in a fit of relief, mixed with hidden fear.

He knew doing a job for people like him could be dangerous. Shate belonged to the world of darkness, the Underworld. Getting mixed with the likes of him itself was dangerous.

But Sukhdar's urge of getting the thing he wanted won over him. He won't able to get out of this addiction, at least, definitely not while he was alone.

And at this time, his only possible option was to get himself under control. There wasn't anyone to care about him in case something happened to him. Even if there were, they must have forgotten him by now. After all, they never tried finding him after he lost his memories.

But a feeling still lingered in his heart. A feeling that called out to him, as if there is someone far away from here, who cared about him, who loved him, who needed him. But none of that mattered right now.

"Okay, come to Hotel Romania tomorrow evening. We will discuss rest of the things over there", said Shate with a solemn look.

"Got it. ", replied Sukhdar with a blank look.

This was his only chance to get those drugs. He needed them. His urge was winning over his senses. He was unable to think clearly, he couldn't even ask himself whether what he was doing was right or not. His senses were numb and his eyesight blurry from his trembling, wanting only drugs.

And so they parted ways.

Having no place to stay for the night, he decides to use the streets as his shelter.

It was the only home of his, that would never disappear, never get taken away from him. In a world full of dangers, his only support and comfort, was to spend the night in the open.