Moksh needed to change buses; first, he travelled from Ghat Kesar to Hyderabad and then boarded from Hyderabad to Rameshwaram. The bus stopped three times in between for people to get freshened up, and it reached morning 7:30 AM; the air in Rameshwaram was quite humid and hot. Moksh stretched himself for a while as the travel was long, and he roamed through the streets of 'Rameshwaram'; it was a city full of spiritualism; it has the 'Rameshwaram temple' to be the part of the twelve Jyotirlingas (lingam of lights). People were immersing their beloved one's ashes into the sea shoreside. Moksh noticed a family giving their last respects, but no one was that much indulged; the children were playing on their smartphones, and father was checking his phone constantly Moksh wondered, 'After death, a man's worth is just ashes' and walked away.
Moksh tried to dig information; the only info he could get was there are only illegal boats left now, and they're used to be a town called 'Dhanushkodi' from where one could take a ferry from 'Talaimammar', but it was not available anymore due to the thunderstorm in 1964 which completed destroyed the town, but there is still illegal immigration from there. So he decided to go there for more leads and asked the fishers about the abandoned village, and they gave him the directions. Moksh ate his breakfast and started walking towards the fishers directed him, and the town was distant from there; he walked and ran throughout the path.
12 AM
Moksh reached, and there was nothing left; it was filled with shattered and devastated houses. He saw some men at a distance and approached them, and the people got alerted even they got hostile towards him and had arms point at him, and one of them said, "Who are you? how did you get here?" "Don't shoot. I'm here to ask about illegal immigration to Sri Lanka," replied Moksh.
The men were not interested in what he was saying and started firing at him, and he got angered by this action, even summoned the scythe (halayudha) and sliced through all the bullets and was satisfied even killed the four people with four strikes. The last man standing was trembling in fear, and Moksh's Aura was surging through the area; the man was so scared that he got unconscious Moksh sighed and thought, 'shit! I have to wait till he gets his consciousness back.'
3 AM
Three hours passed, and the man woke up, moved his head in fear to see if Moksh was around and heard a voice "Yo! you're awake finally", Moksh said. The man tried to run, and unexpectedly, a long curvacious blade of Scythe around his neck then Moksh whispered agitatedly, "don't you dare ignore me; otherwise your head will be rolling here and answer me okay!" The man nodded, and Moksh questioned, "you could arrange my immigration to Sri Lanka?"
"yes! Yes!" the man replied.
"How will you do it, and how much time do you require?" Moksh questioned back.
"7 days", the man answered
"make it in 2 days", Moksh counter bargained.
The man accepted as he was terrified of him and didn't dare to disobey him Moksh let him go and ordered him to come back after two days. He waited there for two days; fortunately, he had some food supplies with him.
Two days later
The man came back with some group of people, and he introduced the group "myself Chiranjeev and these three men are Drishith, Elavasrasan and Biju." Everyone greeted each other, and Moksh asked, "so when and how you all will take me to Sri Lanka" among the men, Biju came forward and said, "we will move through seaways only on our fishermen's boats and even to be aware of the coastal guards." "I see, so how can we do travel without getting caught?" Moksh asked, and Drishith replied, "we have to move at sharp 3:00 AM; it's when the shifts of coast guard change; in the meantime, we have to cross the Indian territory line of the Indian ocean." "Okay, let's move today at 3 AM," Moksh said to everyone, and Chiranjeev noted, "we will arrange the speed boat with the other necessities till 2:00 AM and move out at 3 AM." They all move on their ways, and Moksh waited there as it was 1 PM, and he had to wait for 14 hours, and he moved throughout the abandoned devastated village and sat down on the ground after being bored and tired.
"It's annoying to sit here alone. I wonder how Richa will be doing? My parents? fuck it, am I even getting bothered about them now," he sighed and talked to himself, staring at the scorching sun and even training himself to pass his time like this.
13 Hours Later
2:00 AM
Chiranjeev and his group arrived there with the speed boat some fishing nets, even with the arms for defence, and they set up the motor into the boat, and other things at sharp 3 AM they sailed. It was pitch dark, and Biju was handling the boat as he did this many times; after sailing about 1.5 hours, they were about to cross the Indian territory, but the unusual thing happened and saw the Indian coastal.
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