The Wrath Of Yakshinis

Vision or nightmare

"Ah....!" Dharmavijay woke up from the awful nightmare. He gasped for breath and a thin film of sweat was formed over his forehead. He panted as if he was powerless due to usage of his energy. He hoped that it was just a nightmare and not a vision. But all the times, he woke up from such dreams, they came true in near future or had already happened in past.

From a very young age, his mysterious innate of having paranormal visions, made him a very special man in the city. He wasn't just an accidental seer but also was gifted with sharp mind and investigating skills. These innates sealed his fate to be the special royal investigator working for Minister of Justice all his life.

As he inhaled a lot of air and exhaled in relief, the reality before his eyes cleared. He was relieved to see himself on his bed. He sat erect and rubbed his eyes trying to remember the vision. But he couldn't. At last, he gave up and sighed.

The silvery moon rays entered the room through the window and partially lightened the room. He sighed as he saw his wife sleeping beside him. The moonlight kissed her beautiful face and she looked more beautiful than ever. She hummed while sleeping; for a moment, it seemed that she had too woken up. He leaned towards her to see if she was asleep or not. He smelt the intoxicating aroma of jasmine flowers that decorated her silky black hair. She had worn a necklace and handbands made up of jasmines and other sweet-smelling flowers.
"She looks so innocent..." he thought, while admiring his wife.
She moved again and sighed in sleep. As she shifted a little, the bedsheet uncovered her bare shoulders. Dharmavijay spotted a fresh bruise on her bare shoulder, near crook of her neck. He smirked as he realised that the reddened wound was result of his passion. He blushed and tried suppressing a smirk. But, suddenly something disturbed him. The slightly torn flesh oozed a little blood. The gore reminded him of the terrifying figure of the demonic woman biting the victim. He began remembering the vision he just saw. He recalled scary red bloody eyes and the sharp fangs of that ghostly woman. His mind lingered on those frightening memories.

He got off from the bed and wore his white dhoti (long loose lower garment) . He trod quietly towards the window to catch up some fresh air. As he reached at the window, he inhaled the cold breeze blowing gently against his face. He again remembered the vision he just had: A man was being brutally devoured by red-eyed demoness while other resembling terrible creatures waiting for her to finish.

The cold breeze sent chills down his spine as he remembered the bloodshot eyes of the monstrous woman. He looked at the moon and tried to calm himself and clear all the dark frightening thoughts that clouded his mind.

Suddenly he felt a hand bestowed on his shoulder. He shivered at first and gave a spontaneous dreaded reaction. He was back to normal when he realized that it was his wife, Sulekha.

"What happened?" She mumbled, rubbing her eyes.
"Nothing..." he tried to lie.
"It's something...," she knew he was lying, "Something as disturbing as a vision." She was correct. She had known him for a long time. After all she was his wife.
"Yeah..." he nodded at his wife. He paused and observed her. She had hastily covered herself with her silky red saree. She was half-dozed but still looked beautiful. But her pretty brown face was wrinkled with worry for her husband. He didn't want her to be worried because of him.

"Nothing...let's rest..." He smiled faintly and gently pulled her with him. As they sat on the bed, she asked, "What about the vision?"
"I want to forget it." He replied while staring into her eyes affectionately. As they rested down on the bed, she wrapped her hands around him and planted a kiss on his cheek. He cuddled her back, trying to sleep once again. He couldn't ignore the fact that it wasn't a nightmare, it was a vision.