Hey guys... for so long I had this idea hovering in my mind, exploring ACP Pradyuman's and Nakul's relationship. A twisted father & son relationship. So I'm writing this as Nakul's perspective on his and ACP's relationship, why is it so twisted. It wouldn't be a long story. I'm starting with 1st part, it might be then continued as a fan-fiction or 2-3 parter story.

Author Note: Before I post.. I've to clear few things. As we were never clear on why their relationship was twisted, why and how Nakul gone bad.. a lot of things in this story are assumptions and and majorly from NAKUL'S perspective. We all know ACP loved his son but Nakul did not know that, so please keep that in mind while reading it. Also in my story so far Nakul is not a criminal, he was bad but not a criminal.

Story Trailer: watch?v=QYK0V32REN4

:Lost Chapter One - Diary:

It's been 2 months since Nakul has passed away. He died in a car accident 2 months ago. ACP Pradyuman was trying to bring himself to deal with this fact. He is having hard time accepting that Nakul is no more. Nakul couldn't just leave like this, not like this, not without giving his father chance of telling how much he loved Nakul; what he meant to him. Pradyuman, the father had so much to tell Nakul which he had never chance to because of his job, because of his tough attitude. Now he just wishes that he had 1 moment, just one moment with his son, so he can tell him how much he loved him. Since the death ACP didn't go into Nakul's room, truth to be told he could not find the courage to go inside his room. It is not just a room but it contains the small world in which his son lived all his life. The world he woven for himself and in this world ACP was nowhere.

ACP goes into the room immediately he can feel the presence of Nakul there which makes him emotional. His gaze quickly scans the room, it is a lot different than ACP remembered last, and he can't remember the last time he was in this room. The room is a mess... Nakul is not the clean freak. ACP goes towards his bed, he slowly sits on the side Nakul used to sleep. Tears starts to well up in his eyes but they refuse to fall. Without noticing his hand moves towards Nakul's pillow, his hand feels the pillow, he can sense Nakul there. He just wishes that one last time he can see Nakul, he can touch his head to bless him, just one time he can tell him he does not hate him but love his son very much. His thoughts are interrupted when his gaze catches something fallen on the floor at the edge of the bed. As he bends down to pick it up, he realizes it's a diary. ACP looks closely it is a diary, Nakul's diary! Acp is shocked at the revelation that Nakul wrote diary, Nakul didn't like to write. ACP is beginning to feel he did not know his son after all. As he tries to flick through the pages he ends up on a random entry, it was 2 years ago. ACP Pradyuman begins reading the entry.

29th-Jul-2010

'Don't I know what people think of me? Don't I know what they call me behind my back? A spoilt brat! An abomination! People just love to judge, they judge book by its cover not by what it holds inside. They don't know my story; they don't understand me, what I have been through. They'd laugh if I say this; they'll ask me 'what could possibly be that you went through? You are ACP Pradyuman's son.' I am tired of hearing this, absolutely tired. People don't understand why I have a twisted relationship with my father. Of course no one can dare to blame my fath... ACP Pradyuman for it because he is the messiah and messiah is never wrong, he help others not cause pain. ACP Pradyuman has always remained ACP Pradyuman, he never or can ever be a father.

When I was very young barely few years old my mother died and I grew up in the shadow of ACP Pradyuman, not my father. I don't know what father is, I have never known what the father's love is. I am a neglected child, I was neglected by the only parent, only family I had in this world. I don't recall any good memories, any good time we had together because he was busy, serving his country. I know it's his duty and he kept duty above everything, above family... above his own son. I never said it's wrong but cooping with this is not as easy as people think. No one can understand the nights I spent alone, the days I spent waiting for him so when he gets back I can talk to him. We never had our talks, I used to, in fact still envy the other kids who have great relationship with their parents. I used to hear all sorts of stories from my classmates how their father taught them fishing, played cricket with them. I never got the chance to experience any of this. He would just say go play with your friends, he didn't even know that I don't have any friends. I don't have any friends, I am all alone. I am a freakin' LONER! That's what I am, a LOSER and a LONER! My only friend is my loneliness and I have made peace with it.

Many people would say being ACP's son is a blessing, it's a huge thing, but in my case it seems like curse. I live and die with it, I am always in everyone's eyes, my each move is being watched by everyone because I am known as ACP son's I have to be the perfect, ideal son. Being ACP's son means you are always in the court, you have to prove yourself... I don't have the unspoken father-son bond that trust. Because my father.. no.. ACP only believes what his eyes shows him, he only look at proof not at the person, not at the relation, not at the heart... the trust, it's nowhere. He has always been the ACP not a father. So why shouldn't I be angry? Why shouldn't I behave like this? I always yarned for his attention even if it's only for a moment, his undivided attention. He is not my father, he is only ACP! I can never accept him as my father now. Never!'

ACP's world seems to have stopped right here, at this moment; tears which were in the eyes for so long finally starts to flow from his eyes at the recent revelation. He did not lost his son in the accident 2 months ago, he lost his son long ago, years ago.