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       Being a son of the king is always royal. Sleeping on spongy bed-sheet is everyone's dream but it was my normalcy. Walking on Red Carpet is what everyone dreams of but it was the place where I didn't wanted to walk as I was dying for having something new. Eating on golden plates with silver spoon is what a man can't even think of but my brain remembers it as a routine which I went through 3 times a day. Having bath in water  mixed with gulaabjal and gulaab is what I experienced every day but I don't think it is being done by anyone else in this world. I was proud of being the son of King of Maandwa. Being the second child of my father always made me insecure of my position. I always had jealousy for my brother because I knew that kingdom will be given to him for authority rather than me. I always wanted to be the King. But I always saw my father's belief in my elder brother, Kaancha. My father had 6 trusties whom he called as his gems. Whenever he had his meetings with these 6 gems, they always asked him to make Kaancha the successor of the kingdom as soon as possible because he completed his learning under Guru Prabhodaya. This always killed me. 


            I and Kaancha never liked each other. He loved red bedsheets while I loved white. He loved black horses while I loved white. He loved Silver crown while I loved Golden. He loved hunting while I loved loving pets. He loved showing arrogance about being the Prince of the kingdom while I loved to live a life of common man once I stepped out to spend my time with the people of my kingdom. One day, he went for hunting. The devil mind of mine worked and I decided that I will kill him today. I went to the soldiers whom my father paid the least amount of all. I promised them that I will pay them the amount which their king will pay them in next 30 months. The soldiers agreed to do what I wanted them to. They followed Kaancha and killed him in the jungle and threw his body in the river. Everyone searched for Kaancha's body for few months but finally, it was announced that Kaancha is no more and he will not be considered in any talks in the kingdom in future. I felt bad for a moment but then I realized that my main goal was to conquer the Throne of the KING. :-)


            The age of my father was perfect for retirement. And my mind and heart was dancing every day that I can be king any time sooner. It was a Sunday morning. The day when my father had important meeting with the Adviser. So, it was another Sunday and I found that my father was sitting in the Paricharcha Kaksh (Conference room) where he was having talks about the throne and kingdom's responsibility. I went near the gate and tried to hear what my father was telling to our adviser- Rauf Lala. I was shocked after what I heard. My father said that he may continue as King because I don't have the maturity to manage the throne and run kingdom effectively. I was broken. I was shocked. I never expected my father to think about me in this sense. I always thought that he trusted me after Kaancha. But even after the death of that bastard, he wasn't ready to hand over the kingdom to me. I was literally shocked. Then and there, I decided that I will have to do something to get the throne. I had 8 months more to turn 16 and hence there was no chance of making me the king before turning 16. I took a resolution that I will work hard anyhow to win this throne. 


            I went to my father's secret chamber one night when he was enjoying Chameli's dance in the Nrutyalaya kaksh. I started searching for a thick book which my father wrote when he was 16 and he was announced as the successor to my grandfather for the position of KING of Maandwa. Finally I got it. I started reading it and I was shocked to read what was written on the last page of the book. I went dumb. I didn't understood what should I do next. Should I go and tell everyone about what he wrote or should I keep it up to myself and forget everything I read. But then, something clicked to me and I gave a wicked smile to myself. I took the book and left the room. 


8 MONTHS PASSED:


            One day, I found that my father was on the terrace because he wanted to spend some time alone and he asked all the soldiers and caretakers to give some time to him. I came to know about this and I climbed the staircase. No one came to know when I climbed the staircase. :-)


           My father saw me and got astonished to see that someone was on the terrace even when he ordered that no one will come on terrace as he wants some time. I went towards him and asked,"What is the problem, father?" He replied after few seconds,"Beta, I had something which was very precious to me but I lost it. I am trying to search it from many days but I don't think God has decided to grant any kind of happiness to me." I replied,"Are you trying to talk about Kaancha?" Father replied,"No beta. It's something else." I smiled. I knew what he was talking about. I pulled my sherwaani up and showed him the book I took from his bedroom. His eyes started sparkling but in the very next moment, he turned blank. I said,"What happened, father? Why are you scared?" He was dumb. "Speak up you murderer. Why are you scared?" I shouted little more louder. I went near him and held his neck. He tried to retaliate but I was in my madness for throne. I took out the knife which was clutched to his dress. I showed it to him and said,"Is this the same knife with which you stabbed Dadaji?" My father was unable to speak anything as I had his throat held tightly in my hand. I stabbed him hard with the knife on his neck. He wanted to scream but I had my hands on his mouth till then. I pulled out the knife and said,"You killed your father on your 16th birthday for throne. Like Father, Like Son. You forgot that its my 16th Birthday today as you forgot about your 2nd child once Kaancha returned after studies." I gave a wicked smile. "I am sorry that I had to take throne from you in the same manner as you took it from your father with the help of this same knife." And I laughed out loud as wickedly as possible. And my father breathed his last. I asked those soldiers of mine who killed Kaancha to take the body of their King Dinanath and throw it into the furnace. 


            Next day, our adviser- Rauf Lala announced in the baithak,"Prince Vijay is our New King of Maandwa" And all the soldiers shouted- 
VIJAY DINANATH CHAUHAN ki JAI. 
VIJAY DINANATH CHAUHAN ki JAI. 
VIJAY DINANATH CHAUHAN ki JAI. 


And I wore the GOLDEN CROWN and sat on the GOLDEN THRONE. :-)


P.S.: This is a Fiction Story. If you do ill with your parents, your children will do the same with you. If you do good with your parents, your children will do best with you. :-) King killed his father on his 16th Birthday with a knife for the throne, his son killed him on his 16th birthday with the same knife for the same throne. :-) And Yes, this is the 2nd remake of AGNEEPATH. :-) 


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ABHILASH RUHELA - VEERU