CHAPTER - 2

I am not a Liar

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INSTRUCTIONS - A

1. Welcome, Dushyant. You must have realized that this is not an ordinary kidnapping. In fact, you aren't kidnapped. You are at your home. Safe.

    2. I want you to write as much as you can, but it should be true. I am a priest of truth and nothing impresses me more than veracity and honesty.

   3. You are my subject and I promise you that I won't harm you or your family unless you give me a strong reason to do so.

   4. The rules of the game are simple, and as you are reading them, I would say pay extra attention.

a) The Diary, Kairos, can save your soul from the torments of hell.
b) The Diary, Kairos, shall only contain truth and only truth.
c) The Diary, Kairos, will punish you for every lie - A false statement. A Lie can enshroud your soul with sins and iniquities.

d) The Diary, Kairos, intends to make you realize the horrors you commenced on the innocents.  

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I can't believe this. I can't believe that you are actually doing it. You are not a god or a statue of Justice if you think so, you are a swine and a bloody sadist. You are making me do things which I don't want. I have done nothing wrong. Read it aloud. NOTHING WRONG. 

If you think I am guilty. Why don't you come in front? Why are you hiding your face? Come and confront me. You don't have balls to do that. You are just a maniac psycho, no wait, you are a crazy asshole. 

Now listen to me carefully, I want to meet my wife. I want to see my child. I am requesting you. I know I have said a few bad words. I was angry. I am sorry. I am sorry. Just once, let me talk to them. I promise I will do whatever you want me to do. I got money. You just write it down, any digit number and I promise, I will pay you anything. Just tell me what the fuck do you want. 

I have read your instructions. Carefully. The Diary, Kairos, can save your soul from the torments of hell. I don't believe in God, to be honest, so the concepts of hells and heavens are nothing but bullshit for me. And you need to stop this game, no seriously. This is not funny anymore. You can't do this to me. 

Okay. Wow. Perfect. I didn't mean to shout at him. I asked your man politely, to see if my son is okay. Why did he slap me? Did you tell him to slap me? Are you seeing everything? So my house, my own fucking house is your game board now? Huh? You are a nasty man. 

I am so sorry. Okay. Here it is. Three times, right?

I-WONT-GET-UP-FROM-MY-SEAT. I-WONT-GET-UP-FROM-MY-SEAT.   I-WONT-GET-UP-FROM-MY-SEAT. 

Okay? What should I call you? Who are you? Do you have a name? Better tell me that in your instructions. See I am a teacher. I have never played with lives the way you are playing. This is wrong. Immoral. I want nothing from you. I beg you. Please let me go. This is making me sick. This is seriously fucking up my mind. I want to pee.  Let me go. I know you are reading this. Reading this at this very moment. There are cameras everywhere. I can't see them but I know they are here. Please just let me go. I will return in two minutes. I wanna pee. Please.

What do you want me to write? At least tell me that. Your second instruction...what was it?

Yes, I remember. The Stupid Diary shall only contain truth and only truth. Well, Mr. Go fuck yourself, you wanna know what is the truth. Truth is my balls are hurting. Do you know why? Because I gotta pee. Oh, wait! I never asked this. Are you a man or a woman? How do I know? 

You could be a woman, right? Are you Avantika? Oh, how foolish of me. Avantika is in the US. Yes. She might probably never return here. So, who are you and why in seven hells are you now allowing me to pee? 

It's 3 A.M. Let me go and check my son. He is small. He sees things in sleep. He dreams. Nightmares haunt him. I want to be with him. Let me go. He needs me, he needs me more than Ritika. I don't want him to see these things. How many men are there in my wife's bedroom? Tell me, you coward. I am telling you, one small scratch on her face and I will burn you alive.  

Your third instruction said-

"The Diary, Kairos, will punish you for every lie - A false statement. A Lie can enshroud your soul with sins and iniquities." 

What the fuck does Kairos mean? Is he a person or a disease or what? Is Kairos the name for this ugly diary? huh? I don't know but this diary is going to punish me for my lies. What lie? I didn't even speak to you, why would I lie? Ask me anything? Anything at all. You wanna know my size, don't you? You fucking homo. So is this all about you getting what you want? Right? You wanna see it? Where is the fucking camera? Wait I will show you!

Ah. I feel better now. So no punishment for peeing! Wow! You should have mentioned it in your funny instructions, Mister stranger. For those who are reading this, I want to tell them, I feel relaxed now. I peed and guess what...no one did nothing. They just stood there as I peed in my own room on my own fucking chair in my own fucking pants. They didn't hit me in the head. Nah, they are soft soft people with soft soft hearts and hands. No one is holding my hands and no one ran the burning cigarette on my back but if you see any burns, well, they just appeared there like magic. They are good people and I am so lucky that I am rotting in own house, smelling and feeling my own piss and shit because these gentlemen won't let me go anywhere. They have weapons to control me,  fierce eyes to scare me, cigarettes for my skin, boots for my head and what do I got? 

A helpless wife...a child of six and what a very funny situation! I wish I were a writer, I would have gladly written a novel on what's happening here. This is so...I don't even know what to call it, maybe astounding is the word, who knows, I am just a teacher. Teaching History to a bunch of morons for which I get paid. Not much. Not much. But I earn decently. You must be very rich, Sir, because I don't know see middle-class people hiring bodyguards and murderers to scare people and force them to write a stupid ugly diary at midnight. 

I am not lying. I have no reason to lie. You have to believe me. I have done nothing wrong. Let me go. Please. Just tell me what do you fucking want? Just tell me. I think I remember your fourth instruction, "The Diary, Kairos, intends to make you realize the horrors you commenced on the innocents." 

I can't believe you wrote it. Look, whoever you are, a man or a woman or a god or a demon, I don't care, and let me tell you this, you are clearly mistaken. I am not a criminal. I am not a murderer. I am just a teacher, trying to live a peaceful life with my family. I am damn sure there is some misunderstanding, so if you could just confront me once. Please, just once, I assure you that I will help you in every possible way. Just tell me what you need. 

And I don't understand one thing, Mister Nobody, why did you order your man to take away the diary after I read those instructions? No one said anything to me, they just took it. It came back to me at 2: 45 AM I suppose and now it's 3:10 AM, so what will happen now? Are you going to take the diary back? What are you planning to do? 

You told me to write the truth. I am writing the truth. Now help me. Let me go, let my wife go and we will forget everything as if it were a bad dream. Please, Sir. 

It's frustrating and you know that. How the fuck am I supposed to write continuously without any break. I can't even think what should I write. 2 seconds delay and your men are ready to hit me the hammer. I understand you want to torture me but at least give me a fucking reason so that I can contemplate my own mistakes. Okay, let's play a game. I know we are already playing it your way but if you really have balls then allow me to propose a fair deal. What if I guess who you really are? What if I somehow manage to guess your identity, will you leave me? Will it be over? 

If you have balls, agree to my terms and I am ready to play this game as long as you want. Beware, one guess! One correct guess and this is over! Is that alright? Lord Unknown? 

Ah. Here they are, your sweet little instructions. I have to say this, your handwriting is gold. You write really well, Lord, so why don't you come here and jerk me off with your lovely little hands. Why should you have all the fun? 

I just saw your men smiling. He knows how to read, don't he? I like that man. Send him to him after you fire him from his job. Deal? 

So this is the last line. What should I say? 

I am Dushyant and this is my story. I hope you are enjoying it. 

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INSTRUCTIONS - B

1. Welcome, Dushyant. I read you first entry in Kairos. I always knew you are going to be a very interesting subject. I am glad I found you.

2. I understand that you are writing everything at Gunpoint but would it be different if there were no Gun and no men in that room, but only you and you alone?

3. I am surprised that you didn't recognize your Classmate. He is standing right there in that room. 

4. Dushyant, you shouldn't have lied but you did. You lied about Nirav. Why?  

5. If you write anything that is not true, you will get certain punishment. Sounds familiar, right? That's what you do with your students. Punishment for indiscipline. 

6. Read the following instructions carefully and the punishment that follows. 

         a) The Diary, Kairos, can save your soul from the torments of hell.
         b) The Diary, Kairos, shall only contain truth and only truth.
         c) The Diary, Kairos, will punish you for every lie - A false statement. A Lie can enshroud your soul with sins and iniquities.
         d) The Diary, Kairos, intends to make you realize the horrors you commenced on the innocents.  

         e) The Diary, Kairos, knows everything about you. 
         f) Punishment: It's time for you to sleep. Open the box lying in front of you. Take out the cup and drink it. It might taste like blood. 

To be continued...  

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