1999. An NGO is going to reconstruct a building which was once upon a time a Cancer Trust.

Sriti, one of the member in that excavation team found a torn and shady diary inside the office room of that building while cleaning the floor.

She opened it curiously and started to read it amidst of her busy works.

1977.
If someone had told me 5 years ago that I would be doing an interview in such a bright place, in front of so many cameras, among these common people, I am sure I would have laughed at them. There is still 1 hour left for the interview but before that you must know about the incident that turned my life upside down 2 years ago.

1975. I was in an important business meeting and there was an urgent call on my phone. It was from her best friend!
I left all my important meetings and rushed to the hospital where she was admited. There she waited on her deathbed to welcome the blissful eternal sleep. "A blissful perpetual sleep?" How can death be a pleasure? It will be, to her and to those like her!

I was not afraid of anything, I grew up without understanding the meaning of fear, but I was afraid that day that I would lose her!

The doctor let me in alone. I held her in my arms. I have nothing but tears and she has nothing but some last minute questions.

"Shouldn't cancer patients have a happy life? Can't they have smiley day? I know that everyone in the world must die one day. But for some people death comes without informing them. Till then they will enjoy their life happily. But why Does God tell cancer patients their date of death in advance? Whenever we laugh, each and every minute, every day we also fear, what if our life ends in next second?"

Without blinking my eyes, without uttering a word, with tears filled eyes I was looking at her crimson face which asked me questions like that.

"Anirudh, Promise me", She said.

I too promised her before itself she could ask her wish.

No other cancer patient should suffer in their life in lack of basic treatments. They should live their each and every moment only with tears of joy not with painful tears. Promise me Anirudh, you must organise a foundation for cancer patients. You promised me few days back that you will deposit 25 Crores in my account for my treatment. Now I am telling you, you should deposit that amount in foundation. You must help many cancer patients for their treatment. Promise me!

These were the last words from her. Her beautiful eyes closed looking at me.

1977. This was the incident, which completely changed my life. Who am I, infact? About whom am I speaking? Why a very famous news channel is waiting for my interview? Who am I?

To know the answer, you should travel with me to 2 years back via your imaginations.

1975. The entire police force and the Indian army were looking for us! Demand for our drugs was high on black market. Our job was to smuggle, sell, export and import drugs. Our lineage was on top of the "Black market" . Instead of calling my father by his name, everyone called him as "Gangster of Dark world" . After my dad's death I came to the throne. I became the "youngest gangster of the Dark world" .

There were many smuggling agents under our Undercover company. I have least seen the real world as we lived in underground, dark area. People there used to call me as "Chota Malik". To the real world, I was the wanted biggest Mafia.

Even though entire Indian police and Inter police searched me I was living my life peacefully with crores of money because they were in search of my agency only not me. Yes, mafias do not have any register to enter their names to deal their goods so no one knew my real face, my name and my address.

Mafias never come out of their original place. But that day I came out for the first time just to solve the problem between the two brokers. Is it such an important problem? Yes. If I had not interfered, surely one of them would have told the government about my agency. Then my entire Dark empire would have been destroyed. The meeting was held in a place where all the common people usually gather. Those brokers and I mingled with surroundings like common people. Pretty soon I fixed their problem and was speeding away from there to my dark world with one of my partners.

Unexpectedly, a girl bumped into me. That's it!

"When we stop breathing, it means that our life is over, but my life began when I stopped breathing. That was the first day I saw her".

A new feeling within me, without knowing myself. If it had been a man at that time, I would have definitely felt that feeling as an intense anger. But that feeling was something I have never felt before in my life. She bumped into me and passed out very casually. But my feet staggered to move forward. My eyes were on her way.
I forgot my life for a minute. Along the way, two guards were showing the logo of my Mafia agency and were saying that anyone who saw this symbol should be reported to the government immediately and a reward would be given.

My partner took me from there. My life and habitat were not like others! Born, raised, lived, everything was far away from people, from the real world. Underground dark world, It is. I didn't sleep well that night. I was walking here and there. All my thoughts revolved around that soft unknown face of hers. My friends started making fun of me when they saw that I was not sleeping. The others laughed when one of my friends told that someone have bright entered my dark world. Another said that soon our Chota Malik will get married. I, who make fun of everyone many times more than them, didn't answer them that day, closed my doors and windows and slept leaning on my mattress with a huge smile.

Exactly 3 days later my agency's main narcotics consignment got caught by customs. As usual I sent an agent to buy it after paying a bribe. Without accepting bribes, the customs officer made many plans to capture me with our cargo.Generally, if any of our goods are stuck in customs, we will try to pay a bribe to get it back. If someone threatens us without taking bribe, we will leave the goods with them. But now it is impossible to do both. Now the narcotics caught by the Customs head are the most demanded one in the Black Market. It has the huge demand. Our 40% shares were from that narcotic only.

My uncle said that he can kill the customs officer and take our goods. For the first time our agency is going to commit a murder. Even though my heart said no, we had no choice. The very next day my uncle and his servants went outside and killed the officer and took away our goods.

Everything was going well. I got the opportunity to see her again. I saw her near the temple. On enquiry, I came to know that she used to come there every day. I too went there everyday just to see her.

"I thought I could pass my whole life by looking at her like that. My mind understood that she cannot be mine. But my heart refused to accept it. I knew she can't be mine but it felt like I belonged to her." ---

One day she herself came to me and started talking. Only then I know her name was Bondita. I was afraid of nothing but was afraid on that day to talk to her for a minute. She said that she knew I was following her then she asked my name.

Mafias don't give real names. So I introduced myself as Anirudh. Soon we became friends. I hid my real life from her for many days. Our friendship turned into love. I didn't want to hide my identity from her there after anymore. My heart did not agreed to deceive her. One day she told me that she needed to talk about something important. I too said the same. We both met at a Secret place.

Before I could speak, she overtook me and hugged me tightly. I felt a gentle soft pure body over my rough and rugged skin. She started to weep aloud. I couldn't understand anything. I asked her why she was crying. She took a medical report and handed it to me while crying without saying anything. I read it with interest along with fear because of her crying.

Alas! Our world seemed to have stopped. For the first time I felt tears in my eyes. She cried aloud and I also shed tears. Because that medical report is her biopsy test report. It was mentioned in the report that she has stomach cancer and she would live for only 6 months. I really didn't knew what to do.

I asked her to inform her family, only then she told me that her father was killed by the mafia gang a few days ago. I was shocked and shattered to guess that the mafia gang she mentioned was none other but my uncle's gang.

Then I told myself that it was my duty to treat and take care of her as an absolution for killing her father.

I admitted her in one of the best hospitals and spent whole of my earnings in her treatment. Everytime when she went through radio therapy and chemo therapy she used to hell scream. It shattered my heart very badly. My uncle and other agencies told me that I am wasting my time in that. But only I knew, she was my time and I am not wasting it.

Soon she lost her beautiful hairs along with her beautiful smile. She refused to face the world from then.

"She do not have any habits of in taking narcotics but how did she got cancer?" I inquired the doctors about it.

They revealed a shocking truth. Many of the food masalas that we were using in day to day life has more amount of MSG which is a narcotic if added in more amount than mentioned. Bondita is fond of noodles. And the masala had high amount of MSG which was the foremost reason for her condition.

I was just shattered to knew it. Because on that day we killed her father just to take back our drugs, and that drug was MSG only. We exported it all over the world, many masala companies bought it by giving us a huge money.

After knowing this I hated my entire life. On that day only I felt that I am a very big criminal beast.

In front of my eyes my beloved was on the death bed! I don't know how many of the lovers, kids and young people were killed by my drugs without my knowledge. I hated me, I hated my whole life.

As mentioned, Bondita died after 6 months even after severe treatments. She died in my arms after confessing her last wishes.

My dad always used to say that if people could do wrong thing perfectly then they can even do good thing more perfectly.

I gave up my Mafia life. I even eradicated my underground agency and stopped smuggling. After one year of her death, I opened the cancer foundation trust as I promised her at her death bed.

1977. Now I am the CEO of Bondita Cancer foundation. Under this organisation, 1000s of patients are being treated in a well specialized hospitals of India.

Anyway, I am going to tell this story in the interview. Then you wonder why I am telling you all this now, right?

Actually I am not going to tell my real story to the media. It's my first interview. I don't want to reveal my hidden past let it be hidden always due to some security reasons. I am going to tell some other story to the media. And now, it's time for me to enter the interview hall.

So meet you all soon! Hn, one more important thing, my real name is not Anirudh. As I told you already, let it be hidden with my hidden past. Bye!

Anirudh, closed his personal diary after mentioning that it should be opened only after his death.

1999. Sriti's eyes were filled with tears after reading the diary. She decided not to give that diary to anyone as it could be threat to Anirudh's present generation so she hid it under her dress and walked out of the room. She did this because her single mother had told her before years that her father was a mafia once.

The End