Nightfall Manor
South Korea… a country in East Asia, officially known as the Republic of Korea.
A renowned lawyer there is Shahriar Khan Joy—the sole heir of the Khan family. Ironically, the very people who should protect him are desperately searching for him.
— Dad, what are you saying? Why would his own people search for him like that? If they wanted him, they could just go to him. And besides, he's so well-known—anyone could recognize him, right?
— You foolish boy! Shahriar Khan Joy is the only heir to the ancient wealth of the Khan family. They're not searching for him for nothing—they want to kill him.
— Why…? Why do they want to kill him?
— Because everything—movable and immovable property—belongs only to him. His two uncles, Tofazzal Khan and Mofazzal Khan, want to kill him and take everything. They control almost all undercover networks in Bangladesh. From powerful ministers to common people—everyone trembles at their name.
— If they're that dangerous, then Joy bhaiya will be in serious trouble if he goes to Bangladesh.
— That's why I never let him go all these years. But he doesn't listen to me. Once he decides something, he does it. I don't think I can stop him this time.
— Don't worry, Dad. Try once—maybe he'll agree.
— Yes… I'll have to try.
The people talking are Joy's adoptive father and brother—Simanta Chowdhury, a well-known businessman in South Korea, and his son Raj Chowdhury, a third-year honors student.
The Past…
Many years ago, Simanta Chowdhury went to Bangladesh to visit a relative. On his way back, his car broke down.
He stepped out, asked the driver to fix it, and lit a cigarette. Suddenly, he heard a child crying from behind some bushes.
Without wasting time, he moved toward the sound.
There he saw a child curled up in pain… stabbed and bleeding heavily.
Simanta was shocked. The child's eyes glowed with a strange, fierce red—filled with rage. It didn't feel like looking at a normal child… almost like a vampire had possessed him.
Before he could think further, he tried to pick the child up—but suddenly heard voices nearby.
— Where did he go? Did he just vanish?
— With those injuries, he can't go far. Search everywhere—he must be nearby.
Quickly, Simanta picked up the child and rushed out. The driver was still fixing the car.
— Rana, hurry! If they find him, they'll kill him!
— Sir, what are you saying? And where is all this blood coming from?
— No time for questions—just hurry!
Moments later…
— Hey, I see a car on the road. Let's go! He must be there. Hurry before he escapes!
— Sir, get in—it's ready.
— We almost had him… If the boss finds out, we're dead.
At the Hospital…
— Doctor, how is my patient?
— Critical condition. He has lost a lot of blood. He needs an immediate transfusion. Blood group: O-negative.
— My blood group is the same—I'll donate.
— That helps. Let's proceed.
Ten Days Later…
— How are you feeling, child? What's your name? Why were they chasing you?
— Where am I…? Who are you…? Why did you bring me here? Where is Rafu? Where is my Rafu?
— You're in a hospital. I brought you here. You had surgery—you were unconscious for ten days.
— Why is the patient shouting? He just had surgery—he must not take stress. Please calm down!
— No! Bring me Rafu! Where is she? They'll kill her! She can't live without me!
The doctor injected him, and Joy fell asleep.
South Korea…
— Where am I? I want to go home—to Rafu. Please let me go.
— Alright, everything will be fine. But first tell me—who is Rafu? How did you get there? Where are your parents?
— My name is Shahriar Khan Joy. Rafu is my cousin. My parents are dead… they died in an accident.
He paused.
— No… they didn't die in an accident. They were murdered.
— What are you saying, Joy? Who killed them?
— My two uncles—Tofazzal Khan and Mofazzal Khan. And I will take revenge… no matter what.
— Alright, Joy. But before that, you must become stronger than them. Otherwise, you won't be able to punish them.
Present Time…
On a table lies a diary. Inside it, a carefully kept photograph.
A pair of hazel eyes stare at it—now filled with rage, glowing red.
Once, he loved that person.
Now… that love has turned into anger.
Beginning…
To be continued…
Writer By Meherunnesa Jyoti