Broken contract.

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room as Kabir stirred from his slumber. As he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, his gaze fell upon the figure seated on the couch, a shadowy presence that seemed to materialize out of thin air.

For a fleeting moment, Kabir dismissed her as a figment of his imagination, a trick of the mind born of guilt and despair. But as he moved about the room, the reality of her presence became impossible to ignore.

He busied himself with the mundane tasks of morning routine, his movements mechanical and devoid of purpose. But as he placed a cup of coffee on the table, he was startled by the sound of her voice, a soft murmur that cut through the silence like a knife.

"I thought it was for me," she said, her tone tinged with sadness.

Kabir's heart skipped a beat as he realized that she was not a mere illusion, but the real Samaira sitting beside him. With a sheepish glance, he muttered a quick apology before sinking into the depths of his own thoughts.

"Why are you here?" he finally asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, the weight of unspoken truths hanging heavy in the air. But then Samaira broke the silence, her voice soft yet determined.

"Where is she?" she asked, her words a poignant reminder of the events that had brought them to this moment.

Kabir knew what she was asking, but he couldn't bring himself to utter the words aloud. Instead, he simply pleaded with her, a silent plea for understanding.

"Please," he said, his voice barely audible.

And with that, a quiet understanding settled between them, a shared knowledge of the pain and sorrow that bound them together. They sat in silence, lost in their own thoughts, until Kabir reached for his earphones and drowned out the world with the soothing melodies of Dev-story.

" You know, everyone knows that I create stories and I'm a really good story teller . And I have created tons of stories. Practical, theoretical, fantasies, relatable ,mythical and your favourite dark. But this one is my little favourite and you might kinda dislike it so let's start it.

In a jungle far away from mankind's range , it was full of flora and fauna, many rare and expensive herbs and plants. Far from human reach, a place where no human ever went. Untouched by man.

And there lived a boy, not a normal boy though ,he had no face, he was Faceless, he had no ears , no eyes, non nose and no mouth,The only thing making a human was his body , but rather looking like a human he looked more like a fearful monster . But , he was not the monster he was just different.

The rare plants and herb was the reason he kept alive in that state. He was so blend in nature that he didn't need food to eat or air to breathe , he became a part of nature itself, and every creature in the jungle treated him like he was their leader.

He stops wolves to fight panthers, beavers to ortons and owls to eagle. For them he was an angel of nature , a guide who always showed them a path.

But,Like every story it has its back side.

"ONE DAY" he got spotted by some researcher who just decided to reach deep in the jungle.

And first they were terrified , and ran away, but they got a picture of him , and we all know what happened next , he became public .

He was captured and experimented on. They found he is a human, but with some mutations that make his body Like him ,they declared that this is some new kind of disease because they found someone similar to him . He experimented with him day after day, they found out his powers and abilities and started to use him, he became a pet, who walks when they say, who barks when they say, who eats when they say. He was no longer the angel of nature, he was the new weapon of humans , who worked for their experiments.

No one cared for him, he was alone in the corner, if he had eyes he might cry, if he had mouth he might shout, if he had ear he might hear what they were gonna do to him he was so empty. like his face .

But "ONE DAY" he got someone's company, a girl little the same as him but with a mouth and ear , and when she touched him he shivered in fear , but she comforted him. He talks to him, he can't hear her but he can feel the emotions of her, a pure soul.

She became his friend, they talk to each other and now he knows how he is different, and that makes him think and he realises why they treat him like this, why they did what they did. And for his amusement one day she also drew a face on his face and that made her laugh, she couldn't see him but she could feel he looked funny and she laughed . And he felt warm in his heart for some reason . A feeling that he never felt before.

And then a sudden change came, he started to grow eyes and ears on his face , and that made the researchers eyes widened as well, they concluded that this was dew his mutation ability, and they just examined him and let him be. And when he saw the little girl for the first time he felt warm again and she was happy.

And after that they experimented on him even more and knowing his new found weakness in a human form , they used her to create and control him and it works, they start digging more .

He cleaned the forest free of animals, without his will. And when some animal didn't go away they just shot them in front of him, the wife he saved the Orton he saved the owls he had played with, he saw them die in front of him, and it's all his fault.

Next time when she came to him she felt the emptiness of his eyes and she decided that she was gonna free him .

And the next day when he woke up he saw that the whole area is in a blackout situation and the door were the guards came daily, and he couldn't find her, so he went outside and when he reach further and further he saw various corpses of animals that ones he cares for, being Dissected.

And when he reached more further he started seeing the corpses of guards and persons who experimented with them and then what he saw made his eyes widened. He saw her lying on the floor in a puddle of his own blood, and then he remembered what she said ones .

A conversation where they talk about why people call them monsters? They talked about it for hours and still didn't get anything , but one thing they heard was continued voices of those people who called them " Monster - monster - monster - monster " .

The sound of those people make him insane, and a sudden roar tries to come out from him, and then he a toothy mouth start coming out from face not just one but many mouths start coming out from his body, his eyes were gone his ears are gone his clothes were gone and thotty terrifying mouth took place of them and after that he scream , in top of his lungs, and every creature of the jungle now knew that something bigger than a monster is now awake.

After that day the place were abandoned , the jungle were abandoned, were one stood a beautiful jungle full of life now there stood a dark and life less forest, that no one even tries to go, cause they believe that jungle is alive and diwower anyone who went in , someone even complain that he saw a monster inside, but i wonder, I didn't saw any monster , and I'm the only one who lives there .

The eerie silence lingered in the room, heavy with unspoken words and unresolved tension. The video had left an unsettling impression on both Samaira and Kabir, casting a shadow over their conversation.

Samaira's voice cut through the quiet, her tone tinged with disgust as she commented on the unsettling nature of the story. Kabir, lost in his own thoughts, barely registered her words, still processing the implications of what he had just heard.

As Samaira continued to speak, questioning Kabir's choice to listen to such dark tales, he offered a simple yet cryptic response: "I relate to him." His words hung in the air, carrying a weight of unspoken pain and understanding.

The mention of the girl in the story brought the harsh reality crashing back into the room, shattering the fragile peace that had settled between them. Kabir's grip on the coffee cup faltered, the ceramic shattering into pieces as the truth of his actions came crashing down upon him.

Samaira, ever perceptive, rushed to clean up the spilled coffee, a futile attempt to erase the stain of guilt that now tainted the room. Her question hung in the air, heavy with accusation and fear: "Did you kill her?"

Kabir's silence spoke volumes, his inner turmoil laid bare for all to see. When he finally spoke, his words were tinged with anger and self-loathing, a reflection of the internal battle raging within him.

But Samaira, ever the voice of reason, offered a different perspective, her words laced with resignation and acceptance. She understood the gravity of the situation, the choices that had been made in the heat of the moment.

As Kabir suggested leaving town to escape the consequences of his actions, Samaira hesitated, torn between her own responsibilities and the desire to support her friend. In the end, she knew that she couldn't abandon her patients, even in the face of such turmoil.

Kabir understood what she meant and after that he asked.

" Can you answer my one question? "

" What is it? " She replied.

" Just answer me, will you answer my question? " He asked in a demanding tone. …

After thinking for a moment she replied in "Yes"

And he continues his question.

" Do you love me? Or not. I want to know and if you don't will you ever love me if I try to " Kabir asked her looking directly into his eyes.

She became quiet before answering , and then said.

" ' no ' I don't love you , and I don't think I can ever love you , you are a nice guy and you are improving day after day. But, I can't love someone…..i . I never could " A single tear rolling from his eyes, she was sad .

" Why? Why can't you love someone? ....And before he could talk further she loudly cut him off and said.

' cause I'm dirty… … ' she said start crying,

" I'm dirty... I'm dirty..... She started crying out loud .

" I can't love someone I never could… .." she was crying on his arm. The pain of all those years is finally coming out from his eyes.

" I just wanted to die… . … . I just wanted them to die… … .. I was so terrified… … . I can't stop him… … .. He was strong… . . They were strong.. … I can't fight them… … she continues sobbing, and Kabir realises whatever she had told him previously was just a fragment of his life, just like he did with her.

" I don't know, what's it felt like to being in the corner , to being in the end where you can't find out another end , I don't know how it's felt like to being ignored by mother or rapped by someone, I don't know how it felt like a helpless child, but I do know whatever happens there is a one person who can move me back to track, one person who can make me made myself clear make feel alive one again and you who is that person is? It's you it's always you that make my day, make me feel human again, make feel alive , and if you think you are week or dirty just remember you are the reason why I'm still human, I'm still alive , and stop calling yourself week and dirty I don't care what other says about, I just care what you says about you. " Kabir knows she is more broken than he ever could be, she has suffered enough, and now no matter what happens he will never let anyone suffer her.

NEXT DAY IN SUB RR-01 OFFICE WITH SUB RR-01

In the dimly lit room, Kabir sat slouched in his chair, the weight of the past weekend's events still heavy on his mind. The usual buzz of the office was absent, replaced by the quiet solitude of his thoughts. He glanced around, half-expecting to see Vesh materialize out of thin air, as he often did when Kabir found himself in moments of contemplation. But Vesh was nowhere to be seen.

As if summoned by Kabir's thoughts, Vesh materialized before him, his presence palpable yet silent. Kabir met his gaze with a resigned expression, knowing that Vesh was here to confront him about what had transpired.

"Not gonna say," Kabir muttered in his signature tone, his voice tinged with weariness.

Silence lingered in the air, heavy with unspoken words and unresolved tensions.

"What the fuck! You have done! Love," Vesh's voice broke the silence, laden with anger and frustration.

"I have done what I had to do," Kabir replied calmly, though his eyes betrayed a hint of uncertainty.

"Don't tell me that bullshit! That's my line. Didn't it cross your mind that she might be lying to you? What if it wasn't an accident? What if she orchestrated it all?" Vesh's words cut through the silence like a knife, each syllable dripping with skepticism.

Kabir remained silent, his gaze distant as if lost in a maze of conflicting thoughts and emotions.

"Are you listening, 'love'? She's playing with you. She'll leave you," Vesh's voice grew louder, more insistent, as if trying to penetrate the walls Kabir had built around himself.

But Kabir simply shrugged him off, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his lips. Inside, he couldn't deny the twisted pleasure he derived from Vesh's agitation.

"She didn't love you, 'love,' and never will. Isn't that what she said to you?" Vesh's taunt pierced through Kabir's defenses, drawing his attention for the first time during their exchange.

"Now you hear me, Kabir," Vesh continued, his voice taking on a mocking tone. "What was your first girlfriend's name? You told me once, didn't you? Something like 'Rohini.' What happened to her? Ah yes, you cut off her hair, didn't you? Because she refused your love."

Kabir's facade faltered for a moment, his eyes clouded with memories he had long tried to bury. But then, with a steely resolve, he met Vesh's gaze once more.

As Kabir stared into the depths of Vesh's enigmatic gaze, a flicker of uncertainty danced across his features. His voice, barely a whisper, cut through the heavy air, laden with questions that had long haunted his thoughts.

"You know, Vesh, I don't remember her," Kabir confessed, his words tinged with a sense of frustration. "I always wonder who you are. I don't even know if Vesh is your real name or not. You know everything about me, and I don't know anything about me. You probably know I lost my memories, but you won't tell me about it. Or would you? Who were you, to be exact? I just remember you helping me, for what, I don't know. I remember you were my best friend, and that's all."

Vesh's response was chilling in its simplicity. "I never was," he stated matter-of-factly, his gaze unwavering as he locked eyes with Kabir.

Kabir's confusion was palpable as he processed Vesh's words. "I was not your best friend. Someone else was."

"I don't remember anyone," Kabir admitted, his voice tinged with frustration and a hint of desperation.

"You don't even remember yourselves," Vesh retorted, his tone tinged with bitterness. "I was a normal guy, living a life, working a 9 to 5 job at a mall. I had a girlfriend that loved me. And then you both came, and you both made me do it. I needed money, and you know what I can do. You used me. You both used my talent, then you both..."

Before Vesh could finish his sentence, Kabir's pent-up anger and confusion boiled over. With a swift motion, he kicked the chair where Vesh stood, sending it crashing to the ground. The sudden commotion drew the attention of those around him, but Kabir paid them no mind, returning to his work as if nothing had happened.

Hours passed in a blur as Kabir immersed himself in his work, the weight of Vesh's words still heavy on his mind. It wasn't until Samaira's familiar voice broke through the silence that Kabir felt a momentary sense of relief. They exchanged small talk, a fleeting distraction from the turmoil brewing within him.

As Kabir made his way to the coffee machine, his thoughts wandered, the events of the past days swirling in his mind like a turbulent storm. But as he reached for his coffee, his gaze fell upon the screen of his phone, his eyes widening in shock.

An email stared back at him, its contents sending a chill down his spine. With trembling hands, Kabir clicked open the message, his heart pounding in his chest. And as he read the words on the screen, his world shattered like shards of glass, the coffee mug slipping from his grasp and shattering on the ground below, its contents spilling out like blood in the dimly lit room.

( THE E-MAIL )

There was a video of him cleaning the blood from the house of Samaira, and packing the bodies of the family, erasing the evidence.

YOU HAVE BEEN FOUND VIOLATING OUR CONTRACT "BUGGA " NOW YOU HAVE TO ABIDE BY THE CONTRACT.

SO PLEASE KINDLY CAME BACK OR ELSE YOU KNOW, YOU ALWAYS HAVE A CHOICE .

( ) KIL // ( ) DIE

PLEASE SEND YOUR ANSWER IN A WEEK.

BY - ' RED ROOM '