《The Birth of A Villain》 Prologue Here I am sitting in prison looking back at my life. But I have no regrets after all I did it myself. I was the head of the biggest mafia organisation, Black Lotus . I didn''t inherited my seat because I was born in this organisation, rather I got it by my own efforts. But like we climb on the top similarly we fall to the ground too. I was subdued by my own brother. It''s more than six months, the trial is still going own, the reason is that as they are digging, they are just finding out more. During childhood although it was me who always threatened him saying " if it comes to my survival I can even abandon you. " but he will always come, embrace me and say " it''s ok if you abandon me, I will never leave you." And I indeed abandoned him but he came back looking for me. I pointed my gun at him and so did he. If someone else was supposed to be there I must have had shot them to death on the spot. But I couldn''t pull the trigger, but neither did he. He reported that I surrendered on my own accord, although I killed his comrades in front of his eyes.This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience. I was shocked, I become unstable, I started to tremble in fear, as I remembered my past looking at his face. Although I pointed my gun at him, I was was teriffied, my hands trembled and I fell on my knees. My subordinates were socked, I never made that face even if my so called lovers had ever betrayed me, I had shot them without a blink. But now the gun fell from my hands as reinforcements arrived at the back, not that I was scared but I lost any power to fight seeing his smiling face. He ordered his subordinates to capture mine and came for me himself. He was not in the slightest socked seeing me as if he had known I was the leader. He kept away his pistol and embraced me while bending down. He whispered in my ear " Elder Sister, so you finally fulfilled your desire , But please forgive me. If you continue anymore you will hurt all those innocent people out there and more than that yourself, rest at ease now, I won''t let anything hurt you now!" I broke into tears "I''m sorry!" Was the only thing that came out of my mouth as he continued to embrace me. While people on both side were socked seeing the interaction between a world Mafia boss and a senior Interpol officer. Chapter 1 : Childhood I spent my childhood in India. I used to live in small town near Mumbai, the financial capital of India. My childhood will look pretty normal to the onlookers, but it never was. I lived with my parents, a smile always on my face but a sad heart. Before entering primary school I had already understood the dualities behind their smiles and glorification. I tried to be as perfect as I could. But was always rejected. My figure was plump and my parents told me more about it than my friends. Although I always scored a ''A+'' in report card, just hearing from teacher that I was talking during class was infuriating enough for my parents, especially my father. It''s still fresh on my mind, the day I scored my first Gold medal in an olympiad exam. I was in 2nd grade and it was my first time attempting such type of competitive exam, and I still scored a Gold medal although it was only district level rank 1 gold medal. I was happy, so was anybody else in the family. All my uncles congratulated me. My father was very happy, he gifted me a robot kit, he was smiling all the time in front of his guests that day bragging about me. But later that day he said something that broke my heart. He came in my room just before I went to sleep, embraced me, and kissed my forehead. This was a rare occurance for me, he would hardly smile to me far was a hug or kiss. Then he slowly whispered in the dark room, "Very good, do better next time." and left. I was completely tattered and felt, "It must have been better if I had not scored anything at all, then maybe these words wouldn''t have had hurt me this much." And now that I look back that medal was the reason where I am now. Only if I had given weight to the later part of his sentence and not the gesture he did before it. But only if for a repetition of those gestures I tried to excel every field I could. Only for achievements to become a common occurrence that doesn''t needed celebration anymore. Never did I allowed anything to come between my studies. Not friends, not family problems or not even bullying. But I was not awarded rather scolded for where ever I lagged. If out of five subjects, in one subject I scored a ''B'' all the other ''A''s were useless that instance. I sometimes regret not throwing much tantrums as a child, for the things I wanted. It was not that I never wanted them, or I was a quite child by nature rather whenever I asked for something too forcefully everyone got upset. They would get me the thing I wanted, then fight over it and then blame everything over me who was nearly 20 to 30 years younger than them. It was during 2nd grade I wanted a cake for my birthday. Previously I used to get Halwa, an Indian desert which I used to hate as a child as my birthday sweet. But I started to see on TV that they get a cake, even my friends used to tell stories of their birthdays - that I was never allowed to attend- listening to them I felt that even I want a cake for my birthday.Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit. I went to my second uncle and asked him to buy me a cake for my birthday that year. On my birthday before going to office he bought me two pastries as my birthday "cake", yet I was happy and was smiling ear to ear. At evening we decided to cut two pastries and celebrate my birthday. I had asked my mother to blow balloons and fill them with a few thermocal balls as I had seen in TV. Only three balloons were at home at that time, I didn''t asked for more either. We took the pastries out of the fridge and kept them on the table. Took kitchen knife and a small candle, but I was happy. But how can I stay happy, heavens couldn''t agree less! My father took out his phone and asked us - my mother and me- to sit next to my grandma for a pic. But God knows why she was irritated by all the things we were doing. May be because it was "uncultured " western rituals or maybe because she was widowed that year, I don''t know why but she kept frowning that day. My father asked her to smile for a picture but she refused. Instantly he become angry, thew away his phone, kicked way the chair he was sitting on and started shouting on her. I was terrified, I don''t remember what he said but I remember instantly embracing my mother. She then broke free from me and went ahead to try to calm my father down but he just kept fuming. He grabbed the chair behind him that he had kicked earlier and threw it, which ended up crashing to the glass chandelier and a few glass pices fell to the ground cutting his feet and a bit of blood smeared on the white flooring which was later discovered by my mother as she was cleaning the mess. My father stormed out of the house after making all that mess. After the clean up my mother took me to complete my studies. While studying I was crying and sadly I used my pencil to burst all those three balloons and threw them away in the trash. That day it occurred to me that maybe even getting a normal birthday party is a luxuri I can''t afford. Not that the money was a problem, of course, but some people can''t stay happy when others are happy. In school I used to be bullied and body shamed, so I started to have an inferiority complex about myself. But that never helped me so I decided to get myself in shape and become a bully myself. It only took one year for me to get in shape and I started to beat up the troublemakers in out class. I would swear and talk rudely to those my age but was respectful to teachers and elders so my parents never realised. But during 5th grade my classteacher noticed my changes in behavior compared to last year and informed my mother on the open house day(parents teacher meeting as called in our school) that I have turned arrogant but she knew the perfect job for me. She made me the classmonitor and allowed me to beat up the bullies and punish the notorious. This sure stopped me from bullying the weak and made me even better in eyes of my parents and teachers. During all my childhood she was the best teacher I had meet. She would never complaint anything to my parents rather talk to me and try to correct me. I started to think I had some worth. I started to think now my life is getting normal as after my brother''s birth during my 4th grade they have started to treat me better. They started to acknowledge me smile more at me. My brother used to smile at me. They even celebrated my 10th birthday during 5th grade with a big party, just like in TVs. My friends, my father''s friends and my tuition teacher all came. We decorated the room with balloons and on the TV was played my birthday promo video- made my my own father - in a loop. A big cake and many gifts. I thought life was now perfect. But heavens sure had other plans. Chapter 2 : A Glance at the Hero within Me By the time I was in 5th gradeI had become pretty much a bully with brains in my batch, so I started to hangout with people like me who were majority of boys and a few girls. I was friendly with almost everyone except some girls who were obsessed with beauty and fashion. Those were like elite girls from French class. From 5th grade we started to have 6 subjects to study. Three languages, Maths, Science and Social science which included history, civics and geography in one paper. So it was more like we were learning 8 subjects but giving six exams. So, the first language was English because I was in a English medium school, Hindi was my second language and 3rd language was an optional language. Our school used to offer three subjects during those days, they were Sanskrit, French and Marathi. Sanskrit is like origin of majority of Indian languages, an ancient language. Majority students opted for Sanskrit. French was just there, and those who were considered elite mostly took French as a matter of standard. And Marathi was the local language, so almost everyone knew except me. Only a handful of students who had origins in other states or who were too good in Marathi took that subject. I was friends with everyone from Sanskrit classes, and a few from Marathi class. The French class used to look down at us although we were good in studies and almost all other extracurricular activities. Their teacher although was Indian like us, she used to glorify French people as if they were her relatives. And this used to pisse us off. One day our class teacher went on a leave for a week but, our strength was took big for the class to be left unattended. So the class teachers from other language class divided our class into two and merged us with French and Marathi class. Unfortunately I was in French class. The first day all of the other subjects classes were going smoothly,- our all other subject teachers were same except the 3rd Language - and when the French lecture started we were even polite enough to greet their teacher calling out "Bonjour Madame" in French just like other French students. But God knows what pissed that teacher off that, whole lecture she waisted her time in speaking bad about Hindi and Indians.We kept our good behavior till the Thursday. But that teacher just kept sprouting nonsense and we lost our minds. I and my other classmates decided to teach this teacher a lesson.Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit. On the last day of our Class teacher''s leave we stood up to greet the French teacher but instead of the usual " Bonjour Madame" we greeted her with "Suprabhat Sikshika" ("Good morning teacher" in Sanskrit ). All the French students and their teacher was shocked and they were looking our way with annoying looks, but we already had a plan B in our minds. Since it was their first year learning French they would recite French ABCs in a sing - song way after greetings. However Sanskrit alphabets were almost same as Hindi alphabets that we all had learnt in nursery, so we never did that. Instead we used to start our lessons with a Sanskrit hymn dedicated to Goddess Saraswati, the Goddess of learning. We started to chanting our hymns and this annoyed their teacher to bones. She started to shout and said " You people! Don''t you have any manners? All Indians are like that!" I stood up and said " Ma''am for past one week you are constantly cursing Indians and Indian languages, do you live in France? I know we are not as advanced as them and don''t speak their language but even we have our manners. We may not do a curtsy or a bow for showing respect, but we sure show respect by touching elders'' feet or joining our hands. Even you are an Indian ma''am, if India had not given you opportunities you must have never visited France and bragged about it. Just see countries like Pakistan. Please respect your nationality and others'' as well. " Whole class went silent. The teacher came to me with her head bowed, I thought she was maybe too angry to speak being insulted by a student, she raised her hand and I was ready for a slap, instead I meet her warm embrace. She left my embrace, joined her hands bowed her head and said " I''m sorry that...I looked down on you students just because you took Sanskrit. I don''t hate Indians I just thought there was nothing to learn in a language like Sanskrit and that you guys were getting good scores because I thought it is just like Hindi. But today when I heard you guys chant the hymns I understood Sanskrit is much harder than I thought. It''s so hard that the exam can''t be taken like other subjects. I now understand it." Our class topper was present in the class, he stood up and spoke " It''s alright ma''am we are not angry but we just couldn''t hear insults to our language and country so we stood up. " All of us exchanged happy glances of agreement and spoke together " we forgive you ma''am." After that even when the French teacher used to come in our class for some free lectures we would greet her in French and she would respond in French. But French students and Sanskrit student could never stop their rivalry, atleast in our batch. Chapter 2.5 : Character Sketch Main character( 1st person speech, the narrator) Current name in story(childhood): Kajal Sharma Name in prologue: Kajal Padma ( Kajal = Black color or black eye liner, Padma = Lotus) Current Age( 5th grade): 11years Age in prologue: 47 years Current height: 161 cm Height: 179 cm (from 7th grade to rest of her life) Current Skin tone : Weatish Skin tone in prologue: Fair Current eye colour : Black Eye color in prologue: Brown Hair Colour: Black Current Hair style: Short hairs parted side ways, tied into two ponies. (The rule is in Indian schools that girls have to tie two plates or ponies depending on hair length) Hair style in Prologue: Wolf cut with front bangs linger near left eye. Current looks: Avarage looking Looks in Proluge: Good Looking Character: Strong character, pessimistic in secrecy but acts as an optimistic. Liked by all, knows how to get out of danger even if it means pushing others in danger. Hides her true savage nature. Acts all kind, meek and humble till pissed off. Friendly with all, she knows everyone''s secrets but no one knows must about her. Even being the class bully among females, she is known as a topper more than a bully. Current Strength: Hide her true feelings, and can act the way to please anyone. Make anyone like her. Current Weakness: Made a false impression on everyone therefore all alone, no friends. Family is all messed up.Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on. Current Likes: music, books, peace, quietness, personal space and creative art work Current Dislikes: Being Disturbed and loosing MC''s Brother Name: Ranveer Sharma Current Age : 2 years Age in prologue: 38 years Current Height: 91cm Height in prologue: 175 cm Skin tone: Weatish Eye Colour : Black Hair Colour: Black Current Hair Style : Short hairs parted side ways Hairstyle in prologue: longer hairs reaching ears, parted side ways Looks: Good looks Character: Sharp, hard worker although hates studies. Picks up on other people''s moods even at a young age. Supports MC in every decision she takes. Closest person to MC after her mother. Understands MC''s every move. Likes: His elder sister Dislikes: His father MC''s Mother Name : Pushpa Sharma Age : 29 years Height : 149cm Skin tone : Weatish Eye colour: Brown Hair color: Black Hair style: Long plated hair parted mid way, reaching till waist. Looks: Good looking MC''s Father ( antagonist in MC''s life) Name: Suresh Sharma Age: 45 years Height: 170 cm Skin tone : Fair Eye colour : Black Hair colour: Black Hair style: Short hairs, parted side ways Looks: Good Character: Likes taking charge of thing, even if they may or may not be executed properly. Tries to impose his will on others. Dosen''t like to take command from others. Hides real feelings well from other. Likes: Every thing works out his way, his pride, a happy family and bittergourds Dislikes: Anyone not working or thinking his way MC''s Best friend Name: Hitachi Oza Age : 11 years Height: 139cm Skin tone : Fair Eye colour: Brown Hair Colour: Dark Brown Hair style: Long curly hairs reaching waist ,parted side ways, plated into two Looks: Good Looking but a bit fat Character: Associates with people who can profit her, buisness minded. Supports MC in her every plane even without knowing proper reasons. Likes: To tease MC and playing Truth and dare Dislikes: Her grandmother MC''s Crush Name: Nitin Jain Age: 11years Height: 159 cm Skin tone : Weatish Eye color: Black Hair Color: Black Looks: Average Looks Character: Play boy, proposed many girls but got rejected. One of the school toppers but always gets scoldings form teachers because of making trouble in class. Respects girls except MC and her best friend after they screwed him up. Likes: Food, His mother and Friends Dislikes: Hearing disrespect towards anyone''s Mother Some other extras The class bully subdued by MC: Rahul and Akshat Few of her Friends who are Boys: Akshat, Manmeet, Nitin and Eshan (Nitin''s best friend) Few of her Girl Friends: Hitachi, Saakshi ( A new transfer student), Sneha(class beauty) , Ritvi and Chetna (the class chatter box) Class topper: Harshit *Spoiler Allert * Our MC Kajal Sharma will be a student till 12th Grade and after that Die ! Chapter 3 : Welcome Back Sufferings My half of 5th grade went cool, but near the start of 6th grade strange rumors started to fly saying "Nitin and Kajal are dating! " By the end of 5th grade I was pretty close with few guys from my area. I was the only girl my age from my area going to my school, rest were all guys, or senior or juniors if girls. I was especially close with that one boy named Nitin. He and I practically were hanging around all day together. From bus to classroom in recess till we went home. We shared many instrests, I used to be a feminist and he used to respect women and girls very much. He was good with studies and so was I. We both were not too good with sports. We also liked the same books. I kind of developed a crush on him without myself realising. We were even in the same group project that year for since exhibition. I knew he had proposed a girl in 3rd grade but that was pretty much childishness, I assumed and ignored that fact. I was newly understanding love when there was a fight between my parents after a year of peace. They fought pretty bad, from verbal to physical, nothing left. In the end my mother ended up running away from our house, leaving my two years old brother. I was devastated. I was very close to my mother, she was the one I trusted the most but she just left me, all alone with a duty for a younger brother. My father stopped working to take care of my brother, now my uncle who was a divorcee, was the only one that used to work. I would go to school and tuition and at free time take care of my brother. My father was soon summoned by court as a divorce was filled, but he wanted to patch things up. In India divorce was not a normal phenomenon neither an easy procedure then, not even now I should saw. The officials will work as hard as they can to patch things between families, even if it takes years. Between all this matter, I forgot the taste of first love. I thought about giving up, but then thought there is nothing wrong with keeping the feelings secret like a sweet memory. But my the end of year rumors started that I was dating Nitin. I was so socked and hurt. I was fearful of what will happen if my feelings ended up getting exposed! Or what if my father found out, he was very strict and it will surely trouble Nitin more than me. One day before the class starts, one of my friends Chetna was once again teasing me with Nitin''s name. Although I used to put an annoyed face and pretty much enjoyed the teasing, I finally decided to stop it for good. I bursted in anger and shouted, so as all my friends and interested classmates could hear me " What is wrong with you guys? I said I am not dating Nitin, we don''t even have feelings for each other!" She spoke with a grine on her face, " Then why are you always with him, you guys even live in the same area!" " So what? Manmeet also lives in the same area and I hang out with him as well!" " But the atmosphere between you and Nitin is completely different!" Se said in a teasing tone. " You won''t believe what I say at all, will ya?"The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. " Nope" She replied with a grin plastered on her face. "Fine, then from today I won''t hangout with him anymore." I said defeated After that conversation I started to avoid Nitin, as much as I can. But at the same time I would be stealing glances from him. Whenever he would try to talk to me I would tease him or swear at him. He started to avoid me too, unless we were all playing a group game or something. In school I would smile and no one will know what''s on my mind when I came back home I found the same old atmosphere. An annoyed man with a frown called my father, a small cute but crybaby brother, an overworked uncle and an old lady who had a great ego called my grandmother. I used to hate going back home from school. And just like that my 5th grade ended. In 6th grade I was in different class from Nitin. Although we both were Sanskrit students, in 6th grade many new students transferred in our school literally causing formation of a new division. So in 6th me, my best friend Hitachi and my few friends were placed in 2nd Sanskrit class who had majority of transfer students while Nitin, his bestie and majority of my friends were in 1st Sanskrit class. I was a bit relived thinking that maybe the dating rumors will cool down and I can be friends with him. But at the same time a bit sad that I couldn''t see him whole day. The frequency of my trips towards washroom and teachers lounge started increasing as Class 6-1 was on the way and I would peak in the class to see Nitin. Now I feel, that was so childish but that''s love. I soon found out through my bestie who attended Karate classes that Nitin had joined them. I pretended to not pay attention but my ears sure perked up. Soon I convinced my father to join Karate classes with Hitachi. I even joined the gymnastics class he started, just to look at his face. By the mid of 6th grade we again become friends afterall we lived in same area and attended the same classes, so we would walk there together. Learning karate was a plus point for me in learning combat as well. Previously I used to only use my hands but after learning high kicks, it become my speciality. Nitin even praised me for it. However new rumors started flying, "Nitin has feelings for Sneha, the school beauty." When I heard that, the obsessive side of me took control of my mind, I guess it was the leaking of the evil in me for the first time. The thought " If he is not mine, he can''t be anyone else''s took over my mind." I knew Manmeet, my sworn brother now as well as Hitachi''s boyfriend, kinda hated Nitin. I used his hate to gather weak points of Nitin and all the evil he did, and spread it among all the students. No one could trace it back to me, I even ganged up against him with my girl friends and bullied him, of course all of us couldn''t fight back so we hid in girls restroom when he got his friends. One day Nitin summoned a Senior from 8th grade, and like every day, we went to tease him before the start of school, without this knowledge. That day the senior started a fight, I fought his as much as I could but I lost and ran towards restroom, he dashed behind me blindly and by the time he realised where he was going, it was too late. Due to his speed he ended up stumbling inside the girl''s restroom. It only gave us a new topic to blackmail Nitin. We practically made him our servant and teased him to our fullest, until I heard new rumors that Nitin had feelings for some new transfer student Ekta! I lost my mind, and next day went to meet Ekta. I saw a small ,chubby, fair girl with short hairs. I asked her " Hey, are you Ekta?" She replied " Yes, and you?" In a friendly tone " Oh, I am Kajal from 6 -2 Sanskrit, I heard a few rumors about you and Nitin. Is it true?" I asked in a similar tone, while planning something new. "No" she replied with disgust on her face "I don''t like him, he just proposed and I rejected him" This pissed me off, he had the guts to propose girls even after being a servant. I replied to her in a friendly tone again " He is literally a play boy, you are the third girl he proposed to but if he ever disturbs you again you must tell me" I cracked my fists and continued " I will teach him a lesson as he and I are sworn enemies!" Notice Hello dear readers, This was my first ever novel but I got many personal reviews from the people I know as well as a public review on the prologue. I understood that there are many mistakes in my creation, like the scenes are hurried, and not explained properly. Upon that writing in first person also reduces information about thoughts and behavior of other characters. And to be honest after rereading the chapters I felt as if I wrote summary of the original story I thought, and the characters are way too 2D.The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. So I have decided to drop this book here for now and go on a hiatus because my final exams are also starting form Feb 15, while mock tests startes from 2nd Jan.( Please wish me luck!) So I will get back after that and restart this story. I will also delete this book SORRY AND THANKS!