Shahrukh said in an interview, that Farhan told him that Don’s real name was Mark. This statement and a few scenes from Dea’s wonderful story Heart’s Desire inspired this little story. It is a foray into Don’s past from a third person narrative, since I’m not really sure I would be able to capture Don’s voice. Be warned it is not a nice story as it deals with abuse on women and children. I tried to make it not too graphic. I always wondered what Don’s childhood was like to make him the ruthless crime lord that he is and we love. English is not my native language, so I ask in advance for your leniency and forgiveness for any mistakes and typos still present after using the dictionary and numerous spell checks. I usually don’t show my stories to anyone and after reading this maybe you’ll agree that I shouldn’t have shared it. Please be nice in your criticism or I’ll do like Shahrukh and go cry alone in my bedroom. LOL I wish to say that I had no intention of posting this story and it is under great duress that I am posting it. Dea threatened me shamelessly. I think Don has rubbed off on her...Love you Dea! It is a work in progress and I’ll try to update regularly but all September I’ll be in Peru, so during that month I can’t guarantee that I’ll be able to post. This is the first chapter. It is a short one, hopefully just to whet your appetite. I hope you enjoy it. Dhanyavad! DONDONDONDONDONDONDONDONDONDONDONDONDONDONDONDONDONDON Rebuilding the past. Roma just stood in front of the sink, the water leaving pink rivulets on the pristine porcelain. She had scrubbed her hands in water so scalding that it had left them blistering. And yet, she felt as if his blood was still staining her hands straight to the core. Bile rose in her throat and she swallowed convulsively. She took three deep breaths and willed her heart to slow down. She was a cop... Had been a cop, she had to remind herself. She had seen blood and corpses and so much worse. But she had to admit it was a little different when it was the blood of the man you love that had stained your hands. And yes, she had admitted it to herself long ago. That she loved Don, the most wanted man on the planet. Even though he had retired from the underworld for the past 2 years, criminals and police alike were still looking for him. They had lived a good life, if not conventional, far away from the public eye. He was into import export, dealing mostly in antiquities, arts and rare wines. The front was run by an old friend of Don, more like a trustworthy uncle really, which gave the real owner the security of anonymity. Yes, life had been wonderful until two days ago. Roma closed her eyes tightly, reliving the events that had leaded them to this dreadful moment when Don had lost conscious due to the blood loss. A gentle hand on her shoulder startled her out of her nightmare and she lost her balance for brief moment. She would have taken a dive if not for the strong hold that just kept her upright. Hazel eyes looked at her kindly and a soft dimpled smile made her smile too. “How is he, Ajay?” Ajay Verma, MD, shrugged his shoulders. “The next twenty-four hours will be critical, but if I know bhai.. don’t worry, he’ll pull through.” He pulled her gently by her elbow, “I gave him a strong sedative, and he’ll be asleep for a long time. Come eat something.” Roma opened her mouth in protest, but the young man didn’t let her talk. “After you see him, of course.” He shook his head and just led her out of the bathroom in the direction of the master bedroom, where his brother, Roma’s lover, was fighting for his life. *************************************************************************************** Thanks for reading. Feel free to leave a comment.