A WHORE'S WRATH-II

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NEXT DAY

Moksh woke up, got freshened up and left for work, and he did the same job, as usual, helping the shopkeeper with daily errands and doing deliveries. He racked up the heavy rice bags, flour packets, etc. His work got over at 10 PM.

NIGHT, 11 PM

Moksh travelled to the Daultadia- the brothel village and reached the house and found the woman standing in front of the house. "Wait! Don't hurt her too much or kill her," she warned her, and he replied, "don't worry, it won't be that bad", and went inside. The same weird music was playing and unleashed his Aura; it alerted the girl, and she came out and screamed, "you again! you don't value your life, it seems."

"It's a brothel, isn't it, and you're just a whore, yet you treat your customers like this", he taunts with a prideful smirk, and she shivered with anger "how dare you to compare to me other whores!" She attacked him and disappeared from the line of sight, then assailed him from behind, stabbed through his back and protruded out. The girl felt good and got her head upward to see his agonised pain on Moksh's face, but the expression on Moksh's face wasn't what she expected; instead, he was staring her back at the corner of the eye.

The gaze made the girl feel the actual fear in life; she saw the eyes of death and abyss staring back at her. She felt weak in her legs, and her senses were screaming to flee and removed her hand from Moksh then tried to run. Moksh turned around, grabbed her neck instantly, lifted her, then moved her close to his face; the girl was trembling was at its peak her heart was about to explode because of monstrous pressure due to gaze. He spoke, "you're a sadistic maniac you kill to satisfy your sadness; it's not for a cause, or you don't have conviction.

You killed innocents; your hatred for men is not acceptable; it's rubbish; you can't go on a killing spree without seeing the world's pain, happiness and suffering. Don't try to be self-righteous without knowing anything!!"

Moksh threw her towards the wall with maximum momentum, and the impact was massive; the woman panicked then rushed inside saw her lying like a blood lump. "You hurt my daughter this much!!" the woman screamed in agony and attacked him; then Moksh sensed the woman's hostility and summoned the scythe the next moment, the woman realised it was the blade around her neck, and he screamed ", don't move you shouldn't interfere when you ask for help. It's all happening because of your sheltering you satisfied her sadness by supporting this activity in silence, and the pain she felt now is worth it and is far less than the men she has killed." A sudden voice interrupted them, "stop!! Both of you," the girl said, crying, and the woman rushed towards her and hugged the girl; then Moksh started to walk away, the girl stopped her "wait, I want to say something!"

He turned around and said, "what?" and She stutteringly replied, "thanks! for opening my eyes; the things you said made me think a lot. I was blinded and heard the screams of those I killed; it traumatised me, and I realised my actions didn't justify their deaths. I killed them aimlessly."

Moksh smiled and answered, "it's good that you realised it"

"by the way, what's your name?" the girl asked with a gentle composure.

"Moksh and yours?" he replied

"Nagma", she replied and turned her eyes away. The woman was shocked to see her reaction and thought, 'Is she blushing?!' Moksh listened to her name and walked away; she ran outside and stopped him.

"Thanks for everything you did. I will return the favour with my body," the woman said, and he said, "I will tell you tomorrow what I need truly" then he walked back home. 

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