A WHORE'S WRATH-I

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Moksh lay on the ground in an unknown land and gained consciousness; he healed the wounds, but the injuries to the Aura core remained. The usage of Chandrahas made his body more tiring, and he mumbled with agony, "what's this fatigue? I could barely stand upright."

"It's the damage you gathered", the Garuda spoked

"Where were you all this time!!" he grunted

"the sword put me into deep sleep state Chandrahas hindered my connection to your soul", the Garuda replied.

Moksh said with the realisation, "Ah, it means because of the sword." The Garuda said, concerned, "It seemed you fight a tough battle even Aura core and spiritual world survive some injuries", and he said scornfully, "I know my external wounds got healed but internal won't." The Garuda advised, "there is a way to heal the damage to your injuries", and Moksh's mood got cheered up and asked, "what is it? tell me!!"

"you have to get the Yaksha's Manhood", the Garuda said, and he said with a surprised tone ", What! you want me to found a penis, dick!!"

"Insolent! You can't disrespect it with vulgar words and was gifted to Shrikandi, a mortal who had no manhood. The Kama permitted Yaksha to give him by seeing his Shrikandi's misery, and to prove his masculinity to his wife on the wedding night, he pleads to the gods, and the Kama heard his pleads blessed with Yaksha's manhood and won't ask him to return it. It means Yaksha's manhood is still in this mortal world," The Garuda informed with anger.

He wondered with a cringe, 'this damn bird want me to find a dick to heal my injuries. Did this bird would make me suck it too!'

"Brat! I could hear your thoughts too," the Garuda grunted, and he said with a carefree voice, "OK! Fine, don't shout. I want to heal myself too. I will do anything to do it, even shove me inside me if you say." Moksh said, "first, let's move out of his woods; I don't know where I am", and unleashed the fly forward, and after some minutes, he could sense people at a distance of 3 km then landed not to get discovered. Moksh walked, and after a while, he saw the main road and found people on it; then wanted to ask about which area it was. A cycle passed in front of him; it had a small flag on it, and he glanced at the flag, and the flag contained a green background and a large red dot "wait a sec, this flag, I'm in Bangladesh!! fuck!" he screamed standing on the road. "Seriously, now even I don't have my bag of essentials anymore. I missed it back in the clan, and my current clothes are dregs due to long hours of rough battles," he mumbled again and walked again and got to the nearest area filled with people. Moksh isn't able to understand the language but knew it was Bengali, unlike the time he was in Sri Lanka, and he needed to know the local language; otherwise, he won't be able to mix with the people's friend zones, and he saw a dictionary in a book store on the outer rack of the store. He went towards the store and stole it, but unfortunately, the shopkeeper spotted him and shouted "thief! you fucker!" before he could take any action, Moksh ran away and disappeared into thin air as his speed was monstrous, and after running for a few minutes, he reached a safe spot and found no pursuers behind him. The dictionary he stole was a Bengali to Hindi to English dictionary and sat under a tree and started and learned the essential words of greetings in Bengali and Moksh learn basics for past one hour and moved again in search of work to earn money as he doesn't have a single penny. The currency of Bangladesh is 'taka' then he saw a poster on the wall, but it was written in Bengali, and Moksh took out the dictionary and traced each word bit by bit for 30 minutes got to understand that it was an advertisement for a job of a salesman in a saree shop. "Umm, the job seems nice even had a pleasant pay scale, but the problem is my looks are currently equal to a beggar, and my robe is seemed to be the only perfect garment left," he sighed and moved forward and found a group of men playing cards on a table and asked in broken Bengali.

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