Dreams-Roads to my destination

== DREAMS-ROAD TO MY DESTINATION ==
=== By Salaagar Iaghari ===
Published in StoryStar 2013
My Destiny
My name is Isaac Wilson; I live in London with my friend Roger, an extraordinary astrologer. My goal is to become a bookie in car racing. Horse racing and football sports have bookies but I will start a new bookmaker organization which would be of cars and bikes. My destiny is dirty, but I have sworn my path to my destiny will be clean. My path doesn’t require money; it requires daring and will power. And perhaps my weakness is my strongest power, my lost vision, which means I’m blind.
Two years back, my parents and I lived happily in the streets of London. I was twenty three years old and was an outstanding student in studies since childhood. A bomb blast took my parents away from me along with my sight. 
Whatever happened, I understood one thing a few days later after meeting Roger. God always plays a game of justice. He took my eyes so he gave me a vision of seeing the future. My dreams, which show me what’s going to happen in the future. My dreams have never betrayed me, I trust them more than myself. Roger reads my dreams and whatever he tells, it always happens. I know my dreams will lead me to become a bookmaker of car racing and this is my final destination.
Voice and Accent
1st June 2011, Roger and I were walking in the streets. We were out for a walk in morning:
‘Isaac, I’ve been looking after you since two years but you have always been against my will’
‘Your will?’
‘My only wish is that you should change your destination, only a wrong path can lead you to your destination, and the day you will choose your wrong path we both will be departed’
‘Departed?’ I chuckled.
Few moments later, I heard a guy passing from my side who had exactly the same voice and accent as that of mine. I asked Roger to stop him, when he came to us.
‘Who are you?’ I asked.
‘I’m Claude, I think you can't see me’
‘Yes I’m blind but still I have observed something which you haven’t’
‘I don’t get you’
‘We both have the same voice and accent’
‘He’s right Mr. Claude’ Roger said to him.
‘I feel like it too, you’re right Mr.?’
‘Isaac’ I replied.
He showed us his home which was nearby and gave me his cell number and went away. Roger and I continued with our walk.
‘What a coincidence?’ Roger claimed.
‘Last night I had a dream, money was raining over me’
‘You see this dream very often and you know it means your wealth is not much further away from you’ 
I knew he would say that but I liked hearing it every time.
Horrible Dream
That night Roger and I went home late. I had memorized the places of his home by foot steps. I went to sleep on my bed.
Two hours passed away, it was four o’clock, I was resisting from myself during sleep and trying to say something but before that Roger woke me up. I woke and began to breathe faintly:
‘Roger…it was a horrible…dream’
‘What did you see?’
‘I was tied up with ropes on a chair’
Roger stopped for a moment and went away. I knew he was hiding something from me so I went after him and asked:
‘Tell me what it means. Don’t hide your face’
‘Your dream means, this is about to happen with you in a few days’
‘About to happen? You mean in a few days I will be locked up in ropes by someone’
‘Fortunately yes’
‘Fortunately?’ 
‘Fortunately because according to me this is your first key to unlock the door of your destination’
I liked what he said but I was afraid I knew something wrong was about to happen. I had no problem with this, I just had to keep my promise that I won’t follow the wrong path for this.
I began to prepare myself for the bloodshed and violence because being tied up in ropes only meant war to me. And my lost vision will not let me fight them.
Two Sides
Five days later, I was walking alone in the streets with my stick. Two boys came to help me cross the streets but I refused them from helping me and I continued to walk alone.
A man came from behind and said: ‘This area is dangerous for people like you, come with me, I will take you to another street’
I went with him as he was holding my hand. Suddenly, a sharp blow with a wooden rod was hit on my head. I fainted unconscious.
Next moment when I opened my eyes I felt myself tied up with ropes on a chair. At that very moment I understood this was my dream’s incident. I waited for two hours but nothing happened. Slowly I began to hear voices of heavy footsteps heading towards me.
‘Hello Isaac Wilson, I’m Stanley an ex police cop’ a voice said.
‘How do you know my name’
‘I also know that you’re blind and you live with your friend Roger’
‘What else do you know about me?’
He didn’t reply so I understood he didn’t know about my dreaming power. I was frightened so I asked:
‘What do want from me?’
‘I will give you fifty trillion pounds, if you will work for me’
‘What will I have to do?’ I asked as I was amazed.
‘I have three rivals, I want you to kill them for me’
I stopped for a while and was totally confused and didn’t knew what to say. So I asked him slowly:
‘Why have you chosen me for that work?’
‘I’m giving you twenty four hours time, go home think about it and come back to that street. My men will pick you up’
He opened my ropes, and his men took me outside and dropped me home. I went home and called out Roger loudly. 
‘What happened Isaac? Where have you been?’
‘I…I...I want to take bath’
‘Bath Room’s on your left’
I went to the bathroom and stood under a cold shower. I began talking to myself.
‘What are you thinking Isaac, its time to open the gate for your destination…but what about a wrong path. There are two sides, on one side there are fifty trillion pounds and on other side there are three killings. On one side there is road to destination and on other side there is wrong path against my promise’ 
Roger knocked on my door from outside.
‘Whom are you talking to?’
Wrong Decision
When I came out, I sat for a while and called Roger.
‘Roger, I’ve been offered fifty trillion pounds’
‘By whom?’
‘For doing three killings’
‘Killings?’
‘Tell me what should I do?’
‘What should I do? Of course reject the offer, you fool’
‘I can’t’
‘I can’t? What do you mean you can’t? Have you forgotten your promise?’
‘Now I realize, how easy it is to commit a promise and how difficult to act on it’
‘What do you mean?’
‘I mean I’m…I’m going to do this’
‘Shut up Isaac! Just go to sleep, you need rest’
‘Sorry Roger, I can’t’
‘Isaac! You know how dangerous it is’
‘No Roger! I’m born to touch skies, no matter how many storms or hails come in my way, I won’t step back now’
Saying this I went away, knowing how wrong the decision I was taking.
First Task
Next day, I woke up before Roger and waited outside my house for Stanley’s men to pick me up. His men picked me up from a taxi and took me to Stanley’s house. I was quite afraid as I was about to kill someone for the first time in my life.
Stanley came to me and gave me a piece of paper:
‘This is the address of this place, from next time you will come here yourself’
‘Sure…so who’s my first…’
‘James! He’s your first victim’
‘Ok who’s he?’
‘Our old business partner who betrayed us’ 
‘Sure, how will I do this’
‘He’s standing next to this street with his wife and son’
He handed me a revolver and his men led me to that street. My first task was very difficult, it was more than very difficult for me to kill a family man in front of his family. So I remembered task is task and nothing else.
Five minutes later, I was standing one mile away from him. I heard his son’s voice who was continuously calling his dad but he was avoiding him as he was talking to his wife. Weeping in my heart, I measured the distance and position of the place where he was standing. I cried:
‘I’m sorry James’
Saying this I shot three bullets on him after which I heard a sound of everyone crying around me, feeling the situation I felt unconscious and fell to the ground.
Criminal
Next moment when I opened my eyes, I felt myself being outside my own house. Roger made me stand up and took me inside,
‘What happened? Did you kill someone?’
‘…I…killed a…’
‘Killed whom?’
‘A family man’
He slapped me with his closed wrist and yelled:
‘You’re a criminal, you killed a family man. His wife must have died yet also, wives usually commit a suicide after their husband’s die and think about their children, you’ve destroyed their future just because you want to become a bookie. You are worse than mean and selfish, just to make your own future you destroyed others…’
‘Please stop it now, I don’t like doing this, I did this for my destination’
‘I can't believe you just said that. You’re not the old Isaac I knew’
I went away ignoring him and slept. He felt really sad for my behavior and selfishness.
That night I dreamt I was standing in a police station and was about to kill a big personality but I stopped.
When I woke up the next day I felt as if Roger was not in the home. I began to realize what I was doing was wrong, but I couldn’t stop because I had only one path to become a bookie.
All in Advance
Few moments later, I went outside to a taxi and showed him the address of Stanley’s house which was written on a paper.
When I reached there, Stanley’s men took me to him. Stanley gave me a handbag, which was very heavy.
‘Open it’ he said to me.
When I opened it I felt notes of pounds in my hands. I was over excited to see all the wealth together in my hand.
‘What is this?’ I asked excitedly.
‘Fifty trillion pounds’
‘Why? I mean there are two victims still left’
‘After your next victim’s death, you take this all in advance to your home’
‘If I run away’
‘I have faith in you, I know you can do this, as you saw what happened with James’
‘Sure of course, why would I be a traitor’ I said in fear.
‘Our rival Phil is on his way, we are having a meeting with him here’
‘So what will I have to do?’
He handed me a glass of whisky,
‘It has poison in it, you will give it to him, he will have it and…you know the rest’
‘Sure…I’ll do it’
An hour later, Phil arrived and they begin their meeting, I went to him and offered him the whisky,
‘I see this ones new’ Phil said to Stanley looking at me.
‘He’s my most loyal dog’ replied Stanley.
‘Oh so are still taming pets, anyways I’m not in the mood, thanks, I don’t want it’
‘You have to take it!’ I said mistakenly.
‘Sorry?’ he said curiously.
‘Leave it Isaac, he’s afraid of drinks’
Phil stared at him, and drank the whisky in one sip. Pushing me away, Phil went outside with his men’
‘He won't survive more than two minutes’ 
I felt relieved this time because I had killed a criminal. He handed me the handbag and sent me home.
Unexpected
When I reached home, I didn’t show this bag and wealth to Roger. I hid it under my bed. When I met Roger, I asked him:
‘Last night I dreamt I had to kill a great personality in the police station. but I stopped and went away. Do you know what this means?’
‘This means your next target is the police commissioner of London’
‘What? I can't do that, I’ll die if I would kill him’
‘That’s your choice, choose your path, you can still change your path’
‘No! I won't move back here, I have given him a word so I can't take it back’
Saying this I lied on my bed. That night I dreamt someone was rolled inside a carpet where Stanley’s men were killing him, I heard my voice shouting for help but no one came to save me.
When I woke up, I breathed very heavily as if I just faced death. Roger came running towards me. I told him my dream in a heavy voice. He stopped for a while and lied to me:
‘After you kill your last victim, Stanley’s men will roll you up in a carpet and will shoot you to death. This means you are being cheated by them’
I got quite worried, but still I had no intention to run away with the money as I had given them a word. I didn’t cared about the unexpected events that were about to happen and continued to walk outside for my last victim.
Double Cross
An hour later, I was in Stanley’s house, where he said to me:
‘Your next victim is standing at the same place where you killed your first victim’
‘Is he the commissioner of London city?’
‘How do you know?’ he asked totally surprised.
‘Just a lucky guess’ 
‘He fired me from the police department, now you will fire him from this world’
‘I have one condition, that I will go alone this time’
‘Ok, go’
When I went further away from their home. Stanley gave his men two revolvers and said: ‘As soon as commissioner dies, you both will kill Isaac and bring both commissioner and Isaac’s body here’
‘Sure’
An hour later, Roger arrived at that place and heard voices, 
‘help! Save me, someone’s trying to kill me’ 
‘Isaac? That’s Isaac’s voice, he’s in trouble, I must save him’
He felt as if I was in trouble and Isaac’s men were trying to kill me. When he reached the spot where they were, he saw a body that was rolled in a carpet and Stanley’s men were shooting it. He got totally shocked and cried:
‘I just lied to him that he would be killed by Stanley’s men, but my words proved to be true. I can't believe it, Isaac’s dead’
Stanley arrived there and gave out a greedy laughter. When he turned around and saw Roger, he shot six bullets of his revolver into his head. Roger died.
‘Now let’s go to Isaac’s home, he must have hidden our fifty trillion pounds somewhere’
‘Sir there is one problem’
‘What’s that?’
‘Isaac and his friend are dead, but there is no sign of the commissioner’s body’
‘Because it’s alive’ a voice came from behind.
When Stanley turned around, he saw the commissioner who was not killed yet. His forces arrested them and took them to jail.
One year later 
1st June 2012, today I can see everything, as my vision is back. I’m the richest bookie in the whole of London. According to Stanley and the rest of the world, the blind Isaac is dead. But I’m still alive today because my dreams can never betray me. They promised me money will rain over me and that’s what’s happening every day. As far as there is question of my survival, it has an answer of one year ago:
I had dreamt that someone was being killed in a rolled carpet and my voice was yelling for help. It was actually Mr. Claude, a person who had the same voice and accent as that of mine. When I was sent out of Stanley’s house for the commissioner’s murder I called Mr. Claude immediately. I somehow enrolled him with the carpet, to hide his face so that his voice would fool Stanley’s men. They killed him thinking of Claude as myself. But before this all I asked the commissioner to come along with his forces, who were already standing there. And he arrested Stanley for the murder of my dearest friend Roger, who is no longer with me.
Today, because of me, Roger is dead, but I still assure him that I’m no longer a criminal. As first I had wrong purpose, but wanted the right path. now I have taken the wrong path but have right and good purpose. Because every day I give fifty percent of my wealth to charity funds for poor families and the poor people of London. I reached my destination because I was intended to use my wealth for right purpose.
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