EPISODE ZERO: THE PRIMARY BATE
Vinayak was walking ahead of the busy road. People continued with their hectic regularities around. No one cared about what happened around. So was Vinayak. He was busy cooling his head with his favorite Bollywood hits in the iPod. Being a six feet tall man, Vinayak was a neatly built man with his routine evening gym hours. Any girl in the city would admire his cleanly shaved face which had -no doubt- a total genuine look. That day though, he was completely fed up with his busy day in office, and no girl would be of interest to him. His face had formed a thick layer of a mixture of sweat and oil, and sweat was running down his whiskers. When he reached the door of his regular coffee shop, a sudden chilled breeze swept his face which made him feel like having a cup of cold coffee.
The Café was one of the best in town, and always offered beverages at economy. The dimly lit interiors provided the best aesthetics for young couple- married or unmarried- to spend their time together unnoticed. Vinayak always preferred the table at the corner near the wash. It gave him clear vision to the Café’s LCD television which always showed MTV. He pushed his ass on to the puffy cushion in ease and waited for the bearer boy. It was suddenly when he felt like someone closely watching him. Often, he looked around and retracted, unable to find similar faces. He was feeling a sudden chill run through his spine, gifting him with an unknown fear. He didn’t even notice the bearer repeatedly asking him for his order. Impatiently, the bearer boy patted his shoulder. Vinayak suddenly came back to the real world and heard the bearer repeating impatiently.
“What are you having, Sir?”
“A peppermint frappe,” He ordered.
“Anything to eat, Sir?” the bearer repeated.
“Nope. Just the frappe will do.”
It was then, missed by his primary eye, he saw the one looking constantly at him. He slowly rose from his seat and approached the follower, with a naughty little smile.