THE EMBODIMENT OF TERROR-I

THE ANAMNESIS OF THE PAST-I

1 WEEK LATER

Moksh was ready to move; he had mastered the three moves but hadn't used them in a battle. "I must be going to the land of Lord Ram as they said- the Ayodhya," he said and started to walk. It was 2 AM; he unleashed the wings took the flight towards the destination.

6:30 AM

Moksh finally landed; he could hear the temple bell ringings

"HA! the spirituality is already in the air", he mumbled.

Ayodhya is a city situated on the banks of the holy river Saryu, and the Ayodhya was known as Saket. He roamed around the streets, and roads filled it with saffron wearing priests(sadhus), foreign travellers and locals doing their day-to-day jobs.

'What should I do now? How could I find these bastards' he thought irritatedly, and he moved towards a ghat named 'Naya ghat', which is in. theri Bazar. He sat on one of the cemented staircases and stared towards the river. "Ah! Seriously, it's making my mind nauseous now; where could I find these people?" he mumbled. Suddenly a priest in front of him with a long beard said, "Hello son, you seemed to be trouble by something", and he replied with a curt tone ", don't bother me."

"I guess I shouldn't bother you anymore, but that girl seems to be worried", the priest said with a smile, and Moksh's eye widened with surprise and looked at the priest "what do you say?!" he almost screamed.

"Yes, the girl named Nagma is fine, don't worry about her and take this", the priest calmly informed and handed over a keypad home. "What should I do with this phone?" he asked, confused and the priest said, "you'll know soon", then went away.

Moksh was confused and agitated at the same time but stayed calm, slid the phone into his pocket, and walked away from the Ghat. He roamed into the streets, wandering here and there; he ate dinner at a temple's public feast, which is common there and slept at one of the Ghat's staircases where other homeless people sleep too. He spent two days waiting for the calls, and finally, wait got over the call came his eyes glittered with hope. The speaker over the call spoked, "come to Bargarh within 30 minutes", and ended the call.

"What the heck?! 30 minutes! Bargarh?!" he screamed and ran like a madman and asked locals about it; they informed him that it was 260 km it would take 6 hours. He panicked and asked for the routes; a man showed him the map navigation on the phone, and he made it out and remembered the main cities on the map for landmarks.

Sultanpur,PratapGarh and Phaphaman

Moksh started running with max speed, and his rate was monstrous; it was like the blazing stormwind. After a while, when he reached a spot with no spectator, he flew high with max velocity without wasting a single second. Fortunately, he got all the directions, didn't get misguided and reached Bargarh, Uttar Pradesh, in 29 minutes. "I made it! fuck!" he said, huffing continuously "wait for a second, what's this area? It's like some backward, primitive village" Moksh was confused still; he walked forward into the village. He could see kids playing on the street soiled with dirt and mud all over their bodies, mothers doing the cooking with primitive use of the firewoods.

Suddenly he heard a voice "it seems you arrive right on time, Mr Moksh Chaturvedi." It was a man who looked like a poor farmer

"Indeed I am", he replied with curiosity.

"follow me then", the farmer said. Moksh followed him after an hour of walking through muddy, irrigated farmlands. They stopped in the middle of patchy mud land "that's all my job is done, sir. I must be going now," the farmer said and walked away; Moksh asked bewilderedly "hey! Hey! wait, what should I do?!" The farmer replied, "Lord Ram will guide you," and disappeared into thin air.

"What?! this bullshit!" he was mad now and suddenly saw a pattern of array glowing, and the next thing he realised and finding himself in a dark tunnel. "These bastards sure watch some treasure hunt movies", he grunted and walked forward.

After moving a few metres; he suddenly snapped his neck upwards "hey, you better come down; you know I hate sneaky bastards; otherwise, this tunnel shall be your grave," Moksh said with a terrifying pressure in each word he uttered. It creates eerie energy he was emitting was enough to tremble even the monster.

Suddenly a figure dropped; it was wholly wrapped up, hiding its face too "sorry for this rudeness, sir, please excuse us", the wrapped person said. "Fine! take me where you should," he said irritatingly, and the wrap-up person replied, " yes, sir, I shall guide you." They walked and, after a while, reached the end of the tunnel; he was stunned to see such a large room it was. The whole luxurious floor was covered with a red carpet, and on the left side, there were cupboards stashed with branded liquor.

Above, he saw a massive chandelier embedded with gems Moksh's imagination shattered; he thought the god sect people lived in caves and wore saffron clothes only, but these things changed his perspective.

A throne-like chair and a man was sitting on it at a certain distance and said, "welcome, my esteemed guest, the wielder of Chandrahas- Moksh Chaturvedi." Moksh was astonished when he saw with him the man's attire look like some British viscount with long black hair with glittering hazel eyes. The man's demeanour was astonishing; the Aura he emits is insane; it's gentle, calm yet firm and dominating. "What happened? are you shocked to see me in this attire far beyond your beliefs, isn't it," the man said and laughed.

"Yes, you could say that not just attire but the whole room itself is quite surprising", Moksh countered with a smile, and the man said, "obviously, I'm not like those old farts conservative and trash." "I see", he muttered, and the man introduced ", oh! sorry for my late introduction myself, the young lord of the sect- DHANUK RAM." Moksh thought, 'this man is strong; he can't be underestimated' and asked, "so where is the girl?" Dhanuk said calmly, "don't worry about her; she is safe and comfortable, so tell me about yourself." Moksh took a deep breath and said

"my name is Moksh Chaturvedi. I don't like many things or particularly nothing only things. I love art. I am a man with a massive inferiority complex even higher than Mount Everest, and I despise the talented I hate prodigies, but with this inferiority hatred and vulnerability, I will surpass Gods one day," he said with a bold tone with eyes burning with ambition.

Dhanuk's heart was beating fast; he was thrilled with excitement

'this is it! The eyes filled with despair yet the ambition burning in the eyes of the true king or I shall say GOD' he maniacally wondered. "HAHAHAHA! The old man has undoubtedly trained this monster where that old fart found him," Dhanuk said like a lunatic. "you know, old man", Moksh asked, confused, and he replied, "you should ask who doesn't know him."

"What do you mean by that?" Moksh asked

"you know what that old man is known as 'THE GAMBLER OF DEATH', he has guts to gamble even with death among all the sects no one dare disrespect him even that man is not associated with any sect or worship specific god. The sect leader of major god sects acknowledges him as a threat," Dhanuk replied. Moksh got dumbfounded with this reply, 'that old man is so great I never imagined I know he is strong, but to be this strong', he wondered. "Wow! I never knew all that about him," he said, and Dhanuk said, "that's enough, let's have some food you must be exhausted" and guided towards a luxurious table.

They sat on, and Moksh stared at the crockery; it wasn't some ordinary crockery; the handles of the forks and spoons were platted with gold. Those wrapped up persons came and served them food "these guys do these kinds of things too?" Moksh asked curiously. Dhanuk replied, "yes, you could say that", and Moksh stared at the food they served.

"Eat it; it's not poisoned. I don't use petty things like poison," Dhanuk said smilingly, and Moksh replied, "I see" they ate the food.