Chapter 1

He opened his eyes. All he could see through the small creek, was some light entering the room. He tried remembering who he was. Where was he? He did not have a clue. Was it some short term memory loss? He was trying to recollect. The place seemed very familiar. All he had with him was a photograph of someone, on its back was signed S.V.V.D.V.K. That made no sense, whatsoever to him. The photograph was that of a girl, someone felt he had known for a long time. He could not recall who though. 

Suddenly, he felt a sting in his stomach. He was hungry. He had no idea about when he had eaten last. All he knew was that, he was really very hungry, and wanted to gobble something immediately. He went to the door, expecting it to be locked. Surprisingly, it wasn't. He went out, and went searching for a restaurant in the neighbourhood. He hadn't seen this place before. He walked into a restaurant which read VINDU, and looked into the menu card. It was all written in some language he did not know. He asked for one in English, and the waiter immediately got him one. A peek into the menu card and he knew what he wanted. Meals they were. He ordered for a typical Andhra meal, and started washing it down his belly. After he was done, he walked out of the restaurant, when the people working there caught hold of him, and started asking him for cash.He did not have any. This got them worked up. They started giving him blows, when the photo fell out of his pocket. The beauty of the lady in the photo had the other guys hooked to the pic, while one guy flipped it around to see the initials. He showed the others the initials, and this sent in them tremors. He started screaming at others in some arbit language, which the guy did not understand. Then, he said something to the guy with folded hands, which so obviously seemed like asking for forgiveness. He was escorted till a taxi, which was booked to Tirupati. As the taxi started moving, the guy started feeling uncomfortable. Why was he given so much of importance? Who was he? In a few seconds, there was a blast. The taxi was in pieces.

A call went from the old creeked house in which the guy was kept to Tirupati. "Amit cleared. The path is free.", he said on the phone.