A Sip of Infinity

Prologue

The sun shone glamorously, striking the tinted windows of the limousine as I sat in with ease, on my way to encounter something that had played a pivotal role in transforming my life forever. The jet black Armani Suit seemed quite comfortable, as it obviously should be; fifteen thousand dollars hadn't been spent for the discomfort I thought idly. The golden Omega watch gleamed on my wrist, informing me that it was nearly evening and so I had to make my visit quite short due to the new strict rules enforced by the government. Even behind the soundproof interior I could feel the hustle of the city, of the speeding truck beside, and the nervous amateur driver in it whose one wrong move could collide the huge vehicle against the adventurous biker who was inches away in front, fortunately, that didn't happen as the flyover arrived and the biker sped away. The limousine took a sudden turn after descending the flyover and reached the part of town which most people rather avoid. The place itself emitted an irksome aura of crime and darkness. The street lights were very dim in comparison to the rest of the city; a part of the punishment for lawbreakers, I contemplated. We approached the creepy corroded building, and as instantly as I got down, it began to rain, as the weather provided me with a signal that I had entered the f*******n territory.

“Please provide your identity,” demanded the officer firmly, at the entrance of Deira Central Prison. I provided my company's card, at which he gave me a salute and allowed my vehicle inside the premise. The Dubai prison appeared extremely noisy and unstable as I entered. The prisoners jabbered loudly inside their respective cells, all draped in orange prison clothing, who threw me a look which was a mixture of intimidation and curiosity as I strolled past them as if expecting me to visit them. However, I had eyes only for the prisoner who probably was the most guarded one in the entire facility. The chief officer led me to towards an unusually spacious elevator which could take in around ten to fifteen people and led me underground.

The doors of the elevator clunked open, and a lengthy brightly lit hallway came into view. It was filled with CCTV cameras and two officers guarding a cell located at the far end. As we reached the cell, I noticed that it was completely metallic and opaque with not even a tiny glass window which the other cells possessed, but only a mini flap below to allow food inside. The chief officer entered the security code and provided an eye and fingerprint scan, causing the metallic wall to subside, revealing the ordinary cell rods. The figure which was lying against the wall, apparently asleep, got up instantaneously. It was a face I could never forget; the water-blue eyes still pierced me even after such a prolonged time, the head still had no strand of hair, and the nasty smile which intimidated me then still made me nervous. However, this time, there was a thunderstruck look on the person's face as he watched me standing there at the top of my health and glowing with every essence of luxury and wealth this world could provide.

“But...how is this possible,” he uttered, after a prolonged and shocking silence, while being rooted to the spot.

“It's all because of you old man,” I said mockingly, with extreme despise filling my eyes after ages. “Have you ever heard of a saying: no matter how cunning and clever a criminal is, he makes one god-damn mistake which is enough to thwart him and his vicious ideas.” Saying this, I pulled out an enormous golden locket from my neck and revealed its contents to him. His face turned, possibly, even paler after viewing it. As I turned around and walked off, clutching the locket with an aghast roar echoing across the room from the prisoner, who was shut again behind the metallic walls, for another ten years.