For three days, no one knew about Aarav’s death. Then the stench from the dead body made people suspect something. The door of his room was broken, and Aarav’s dead body was discovered. There was blood splattered all around, which had dried by now. News of his death had spread in the media. Every small and big news channel and news paper was full of this news.

On Monday, when Mr. Bajaj reached his office, he found the news of Aarav’s death on the front page of all news papers. Alongside were two photographs – one of Aarav, and the second of the wall, on which Aarav had written something. The whole world may not have understood the reason behind the words, but Mr. Bajaj understood. He knew that this was a message for him. Today Aarav was not in his office, but his name was there. He remembered what he had told Aarav – “The day your name reaches me before you come, I will definitely publish your Novel.” What he had not realized was the extreme to which Aarav would go to make a name for himself, and fulfill his dream.

Somewhere Mr. Bajaj considered himself responsible for his death. If he had not put the tough condition, maybe Aarav would have been alive today, he thought. He immediately decided that he won’t let Aarav’s sacrifice go in vain. He called his manager to his room.

“You called me, Sir?” The Manager said.

“Yes. Start the TV and put on any news channel” Mr. Bajaj asked him.

The manager started the TV and put on a news channel. Every channel carried just Aarav’s name.

“Do you know this boy came to my office a few days back? He wanted to publish a Novel. I had refused citing the company’s rule that we give a chance to only those who are already famous. Look at this picture, what has he written on the wall.” He showed the newspaper photograph to him.

“He has written this for me. Whatever you have to do, use money, use power, anything, just do it. But I want that Novel written in blood at any cost. Got it?” He said.

“Yes Sir, I have understood.” The manager said.

“Just see. This Novel will break all the records of previous best-sellers, and make our company, number one.” Mr. Bajaj said.

…….

The blood written pages of Aarav’s Novel had reached Mr. Bajaj. After a few days, they took the shape of a Novel, with Aarav’s last photograph after his death, on its cover page. The name of the Novel was ‘The beginning of my End’. When Mr. Bajaj released the Novel in the market, as he had expected, the love story of Aarav and Rihana broke all the records with its sale within two months.

For the first time, people had formed queues outside bookshops to buy the Novel. On every online site too, it had become the best seller. People went crazy to read it. It sold millions within a few days.