Money really has no worth. I learned this lesson late, far too late in life. I have every luxury life has to offer, all the material things. I command respect. People look at me with awe as I walk down the street. But it always wasn't so. Fear has no meaning for me any longer. But it always wasn't so.

I used to cower with fear every time someone shouted at me. My parents had abandoned me. I was maltreated, pushed around, beaten up, but not by bullies in the playground, rather by street goons and thugs. I was beaten up by the police. I once made the mistake of refusing to let go of the money I had earned. I still have marks on my back to remind me what a weak creature I really was. I learned to breathe in this atmosphere and I evolved .Yes! I learned survival tactics learned not only to stay alive but also to rule. I learned the trade.

But now, after all those years I am tired of this facade; of this shell of an image which I carved out for myself over the years.

I have lived in the most dangerous part of the city and I have survived. Not only had I lived, but, I crushed my competitors to dust. I had risen from the ashes of fascist division.

I am a legend in the underworld. My name is always whispered. No one dares to speak my name loudly. I don't allow anyone to question my commands. My word is final, no matter what. Over the years I rose as a formidable enemy for many. Now, I am the ruler, I am the king. The police are always on my trail but never are they able to come close to me. Why, you may ask. It's simple; I own half the homicide department in the city. Easy and simple, that's my style.

After ruling for two decades, I have no emotions left. I don't blink before I pull the trigger. I never show emotions: I am devoid of any. I feel like an empty shell, tears don't come to my eyes. Laughter doesn't accompany me. I am empty, hollow.

He looked at what he had written. The sadness of these past years seemed to be catching on. He threw the paper in the grate with one smooth wrist movement. Leaning against the wall, he seemed to be lost in his thoughts. Then he threw his head backwards and smiled; a sardonic smile.

He took off his coat and ruffled his hair. He always had been an amoral person. Money and power were his gods and he had bowed to them faithfully.

But a part of him was telling him that he had committed too many sins. He had destroyed too many lives, devastated too many families -- he was a sinner worse than Satan himself.

His lust for power had left him blind to his sins. His thirst for money had made him a blood thirsty hound. He didn't deserve to be called a human. He knew it and he was going to end this agony, this torture forever.

"Freedom", he whispered to the winds as he took the leap down the balcony of his apartment on the 60th floor. "Freedom at last".

"The most notorious and feared don of the underworld seems to have met his end. His body was found after he allegedly jumped down from the balcony of his apartment. Some sources state that he has given all his money to the cancer hospital as charity. But his close relatives claim these to be rumours. This is Ayesha Rani with News 8."