KAVIRA (His Desire)

Prologue

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Is she still in a coma?

doctor

Yes, we tried everything but no improvement.

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It's been 2 years, but she hasn't regained consciousness yet.

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And….how .... long do we have to wait.. (said in a crying voice)

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Let her wake up from a coma once, I swear whoever did this to her, I'll kill them with my own hands. (cold voice) ❄️

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What should we do mam, we are getting the bodies of so many people and there are so many murders happening, and we can't do anything about it.

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Don't worry, someday he will make some mistake, and I'll wait for that day. (said with a twisted smile)

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We must go to India now.

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(smirk) finally sir has decided to go to India.

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But tell me one thing, why didn't you go back for so many years?

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Some things are better if they remain a secret.

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(looking at someone's photo) I am the monster you created. Nothing will stop me from having my revenge. Not a person, not morals, not money, no pain, not even god himself will save You from what I will do to you. you will get exactly what you deserve.

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There are five stages of grief. Denial, Anger, Depression, and Acceptance but I'd like to add one more "Revenge".

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1.

In the living room, the body hung from the ceiling fan, slowly swaying as if mocking those who watched. The dim yellow bulb overhead flickered, casting long shadows on the walls. But what froze everyone's breath wasn't just the hanging corpse- it was the sign etched across the victim's face, a symbol so unnatural that even the seasoned officers stepped back.

The smell of dust, sweat and faint iron filled the air. The crime scene cameras clicked rapidly, recording what the public would soon see splashed across every news channel. An eye drawn upside down across the forehead of the hung body.

Neighbours gathered at a distance, whispering as uniformed. Officers moved in and out of the gate.

Neighbour 1

What is all this happening? This is the fourth murder that has happened.

Neighbour 2

You are absolutely right, and do you remember how the first was murdered?

Neighbour 1

Yes, the killer harassed him from the window and killed him with rope.

Neighbour 3

Yes, and there was something like an eye on his forehead too.

Neighbour 2

I don't know what is happening and why the police are not doing anything.

Neighbour 1

I don't know how many more murders will happen and how many people will remain safe.

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Somewhere in the dark.

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(looking at the T.V. Screen with a blank face)

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Now what will happen by staring at the T.V. Like this?

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Think about what to do next.

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I don't understand this, what should I do. This murderer is clever and he is not making any mistakes.

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So will we just sit like this and keep watching the murder happening in front of our eyes?

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Did i say something like that-

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No, but

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You don't need to think about everything yourself.❄️

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OK (low voice)

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I have seen a lot and waited a lot, but not anymore, I'm ready to step into the fray.❄️

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Now I will also see how that killer slips out of my hands, I will not let him.❄️

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Darjeeling.

The cafe overlooked the rolling tea gardens of Darjeeling, its large glass windows open to the drifting. Mist that, curled lazily through the hills. In one quiet corner, by a wooden table polished to a warm sheen, sat a girl lost in her own world.

Her brows furrowed slightly as her fingers flew across the keyboard, then paused, hovering before she leaned back, chewing gently on her lower lip searching for the right words. A lack of hair slipped free from her bun, brushing her cheek. She didn't notice. She was too deep in the world she was creating.

Then suddenly her phone started ringing, breaking the quiet rhythm of the cafe. She glanced at it, frowned and led it ring, unwilling to break the fragile thread of thought, she was chasing. The phone rang again; still, she didn't move.

A moment later.

The cafe door opened with a small jingle, and a girl about her age strode in, cheeks flushed from the chilly air.

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So here you are, Mayura Chauhan.

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I've been calling you for ten minutes. Do you have any idea how worried I was?

Mayura Chauhan/ Fl

Lavanya, Sorry.... I was in the middle of something.

Lavanya folded her arms, glaring, though there was more affection than anger in her tone.

Lavanya Chauhan/Fl Cousin

(sigh and sit in the chair opposite to her) I know you are doing important work but who will make Badi mummy, understand, you have been missing since morning, you know that.

Mayura Chauhan/ Fl

I know.

Lavanya Chauhan/Fl Cousin

Then?

Mayura Chauhan/ Fl

I just didn't feel like staying at home so I came here.

Lavanya Chauhan/Fl Cousin

But you know that it won't work, right?

Mayura Chauhan/ Fl

(nod)

Lavanya Chauhan/Fl Cousin

I know what you're running from you don't want to go to Udaipur.

Mayura Chauhan/ Fl

It's not like that-

Lavanya Chauhan/Fl Cousin

You know you have to go to Udaipur. Because it's Manisha Di's wedding we have to go.

Mayura Chauhan/ Fl

But-

Lavanya Chauhan/Fl Cousin

I am not going to listen to anything, let's go home first and then we will talk.

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Mayura Chauhan/ Fl

Mayura Chauhan/ Fl

Name- Mayura Chauhan Age - 25 A Cardiologist Dr. Mayura wasn't just a cardiologist, she was the storm in a white coat, the kind of woman who could silence an entire room with a single look. Patients trusted her, juniors feared her, and Colleagues envied her. Loves her family so much they are everything for her.

Lavanya Chauhan/Fl Cousin

Name- Lavanya Chauhan Age-24 Has her own flower shop. She is soft, innocent and can light anyone day with her smile. But behind the warmth, Lavanya carried something she never let anyone see. Especially not her Mayura di- the sister she adored, the woman she looked up to more than anyone.

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2

Darjeeling.

Oberoi House.

Sayali Oberoi/Fl Aunt

Will anyone tell me where these two girls are and why haven't they returned home yet?

Akshat Oberoi/Fl brother

Badi maa, don't worry, they will be coming soon.

Sayali Oberoi/Fl Aunt

But you know we have to go out, I have to do packing, there is so much to do.

Aarav Oberoi/Fl Cousin

Don't worry, maa, everything will be fine.

Sayali Oberoi/Fl Aunt

Are but-

Akshat Oberoi/Fl brother

Look they both come.

Lavanya and Mayura enter the house.

Aarav Oberoi/Fl Cousin

Mom was just remembering you both.

Lavanya Chauhan/Fl Cousin

Mumma, I told you that I am going to pick up di, why are you worried?

Sayali Oberoi/Fl Aunt

If I don't worry then who else will?

Sayali Oberoi/Fl Aunt

And this girl who has been missing since morning, I had to worry about her. ( said while pointing her finger at Mayura)

Mayura Chauhan/ Fl

But-

Sayali Oberoi/Fl Aunt

(cut her and said) I don't want to hear anything. Go and freshen up and eat here.

Lavanya Chauhan/Fl Cousin

Mayura Chauhan/ Fl

OK.

Sayali Oberoi/Fl Aunt

And yes, start packing after eating because we have to go to Udaipur and I will not listen to anyone no.

Lavanya Chauhan/Fl Cousin

Okay, mumma.

Mayura Chauhan/ Fl

(didn't say anything)

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Russia.

There was a man whose very presence carried a dark Aura, commanding, heavy, impossible to ignore. He didn't need to raise his voice, the silence around him already obeyed. People said his eyes were sharper than glass, cold enough to slice through whatever dared to linger too long.

His office was a reflection of that aura. Heavy curtains strangled the day light, allowing only faint, golden slits to slip through. The walls were dressed in dark wood and steel, polished to perfection but carrying an edge of menace, like a cage crafted for power.

It was the kind of office where time felt slower where silence pressed like a weight on the chest, where you could not forget whose domain you had stepped into. The CEO sat behind his desk, his presence blending with the darkness around him eyes sharp enough to slice through silence.

Then the door opened. His P.A. Stepped in, a hint of hesitation in his stride, as if the weight of the room itself tried to push him back. In his hands , he carried a single flower and a folded letter.

P.A.

Sir....see...

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(lift his eyes and look at him) how many times have I told you not to talk like that in front of me? ❄️

P.A.

Sir, this time flowers have also come alone with letters.

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(didn't say anything just looking at the letter and flowers)

P.A. Placed them before him without a word. The CEO's gaze lingered on the petals, then the sealed paper, something about the flower's colour seemed different.

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You can leave now. ❄️

P.A.

(nod and left from there)

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(touch the flowers) Black Dahila (mumbled)

Yes, it is the Black Dahila which carries a mysterious, almost dangerous reputation.

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(took out the letter from the flower and then started reading it)