Capítulo 2: The beginning.
Raghav Raghav
The main objectives of a person's life are influence, wealth, women, power, and fame.
These are today's postmodern world's "dark goals."
Because they are still deeply embedded in the history of our forefathers, these objectives continue to linger in people's minds despite the advancements in technology, society, employment, politics, commerce, medical, and education.
If a typical individual entered the workforce, he would still have to deal with the "dark goals" of others, regardless of how he is processing in today's society.
These are the main motivations of a person in a high position, pushing them to make their lifelong efforts worthwhile.
"It's a never-ending survival game."
When you witness a rising colleague in a position you never would have predicted, you may experience feelings of jealously, hatred, avarice, remorse, and despair. To achieve their objectives, some people may turn to strategies and deceit.
For me, I reverted to ruthless strength and violence because I wanted to, not because I was coerced. I lived on the outskirts of India from the age of six, constantly robbing people of their money, clothes, food, and pit pockets. Early on, I learned how to trick and deceive people in order to survive.
I was a very illiterate person who had no knowledge of economics, politics, laws, or any of the other topics covered in school.
I hated the weak, middle class, and upper class since they had more privileges than I did. I therefore used this animosity to my advantage in order to pursue a career in the underground and earn money for myself. When I was ten, I moved out of the fringes.
Something kept me apart from the outcasts, who had either perished in acts of sympathy or retaliatory altercations with other brats in that colony. The brats, who were taller, sharper, and stronger than me, teased me because I made a lot more money than they did and slept in their godowns.
No one had been there to assist me when I ventured into the shadowy underworld by myself. To steal huge quantities of money, the majority of them got into fights and gave the shark groups illegal narcotics. I was younger than them. At first, they thought I was a prickly brat who was foolish enough to join them without any prior experience. I studied a lot of martial arts and made connections with shark suppliers, but they were more skilled fighters.
To let out his sadistic indulgence, the chief of a shark group once slapped and struck me. The elder brats deceived me by using me as a scapegoat to support their exceedingly risky scheme.
I will always remember that day.
Stupid people! You'll see the pinnacle of cruelty from this boy!
I pretended to be a helpless victim at night, just like what had happened. I poured a poison I had gotten from my contacts into their drinks. They came to me pleading for assistance when they felt uneasy in a healthy setting. It was the most enjoyable thing I had ever seen in my life.
I took a large knife and cut their legs, hands, and center post. I could hear the heartbreaking cries as the pool of blood spilled from their bodies. [Aid! Raghav! I apologize; could you please save us?] I put the chocolate lollipops on my tongue and licked them. I could feel the hardness. I took hold of the long knife's hilt and applied more pressure to cut their head off of their body. The blood poured from their body over my blood-covered hands and face. I could smell the foul farts of their corpses.
I left the shark organization head to live a little because I several plans for him.
He was shivering in fear, pushing and waving his hands to feats from floor to move backwords to the corner the room. I sniffed the pleasant smell of expensive perfume on over his coat and suite. The flavour of lollipop was kept my brain giving non stop dopamine hits.I heard a trembling voice [R-raghav my bo-y… I'm terribly sorry for beating you that day! I'm sorry. Y-you are master, you can have anything you want from me but don't take my life I have a family!] I placed my hand on hair pinching eveey bit a strands of the hairs and I raised the knife to his throat.
I smiled maniacally and added, "You've stated I can have anything from you, so I can spare you life."
Tears were running from his eyelashes across his flushed cheeks, leaving his eyes damp. He tightened his jaw. I felt a long white of papers and a pen hurled at his face with some power as I slipped my hands to feel smooth. As I smelled again, his perfume's scent had faded. My tongue received a final, delightful favor when the lollipop melted away. "Yeah, I'd give you every single property, connection, and money," he pleaded as I heard it. "Please don't hurt me!" He retorted, "It hurts you ****," when I firmly grasped a strand of his hair.
"If you don't sign up immediately, I'd peel off your **** now!" I exclaimed, grinning as I lifted my hand to land the long knife on his center post.
After a short while, he slowly grasped the smooth paper—the power of attorney I had created in the dark—with both hands. I tugged hard at his hair as he opened his mouth to read the contents. A tiny gasp [Ah!] escaped his mouth as he forcefully bit his lips. "Now!" I yelled. When I pushed him close to me, I could smell his vile sweat. I smashed the final candy into my lips. I left a ripped section on his center post after using the long knife. He signed the contract hastily while shaking.
'I achieved my initial objective to establish my empire,' I believed.
I released his hair strands and withdrew the long knife from his center post. I kept my hands positioned on my hips to relax my shoulders. I inhaled the chilly air to my lips and let out a small sigh. He gasped, perspiring, and put his hands on the floor to give me a small smile. He could smell a lot of perspiration coming off of him. I tasted my icy saliva and licked my life. I take a firm hold on the long knife's hilt. I asked enigmatically, "Do you really think it's over?"
With his eyelids widening and his face darkening, he raised his head. Sweat was dripping coldly from his brow. He trembled his lip. [N-no!] By pushing his hands and legs back, he retreated. I could hear his entire body trembling constantly. I quickly swung the sword as hard as I could, and hatred built up in that slice. "Aaaaah!" was his highest-pitched cry. Then, as blood dripping down my cheeks warmed my face and made me feel warm, I heard the sounds of a head crashing to the ground.
After taking the documents, I sewed them onto the back of my shabby T-shirt. The entire room was filled with the flood of blood. Covered in liquid bood, which made me feel damp, makes me uneasy. I laughed and pursed my lips into a smile, saying, "Hahahahahaha! I got what I wanted!" After that insane chuckle, I am now demanding the entire underworld, and I will govern it. With a sound [sinng], I put the long knife in its sheath. I began by checking each person's veins with my hands and evaluating their breath with my nose to make sure they were all dead. I began to flee from this location.
He went from being a 12-year-old youngster to becoming one of the world's most peculiar mafia dons at the age of 34. By studying a lot of martial arts, planning, and other military tactics to perfect my talents, I began to learn how to utilize violence.
In order to create a group of notorious mafia gangs known as "Red Cross," which the world feared, I devoted my life to perfecting my fighting, networking, collaboration, and doing the grunt job for other politicians. To broaden my horizons, I engaged in combat with other Mafia buddies, spies, and adversaries. I'm gradually becoming dependent on the power I gained during these twenty-two years of metamorphosis.
I awoke from a brief slumber with weary eyelids. There was grumbling and whispering coming from other people as I heard the patient's footsteps coming toward the side of the room. From the floor, I can smell the scent of the diluted floor cleaner. I was making a small sound as I impatiently tapped the toe of my foot to the floor. I folded my arms, painfully pinching the plush fabric of the suite. In the VIP room, I crossed my legs and unfolded them as the nurse walked up.
She had just given my boy from her arms.
Even though he was my child, I was staring at him icily with a warmth I never displayed to others.
"Congratulations, Sir Raghav! Your son is in excellent health. Please give him a lot of care."
Indeed. I would tend to him and turn him into a monster!
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