Episode 1
“All the very best. I will be there to guide you along” The words echoed. He felt he could hear these again and again. His ear drums were throbbing. His perfect suit was ruffled and the cuffs presented to him by his son for the great event was missing. There were a few cuts on his linen trousers and shoes looked fray. He felt a sharp pain in the elbow and knees. There were many small bruises on the fingers and hands and looked red. Is it because of all the forcible tags and drags to pull him to safety? His lips were dry and throat felt parched. He remembered someone handing him a bottle of water only to have that tossed away from his most trusted aide and personal bodyguard Arjun. The room felt too big, empty and haunting now as he felt shaken and the state of fear setting. He saw the big chair placed ceremoniously at the back of a big teakwood study table, the supposed throne. The throne of responsibilities, the throne of roses and thorns. The one he made his ...