Kamakshya: The Revenge Of The Rakshas

Chapter 15

In phone call:-

"So what did your mom say?" Sahaya asked

"She will allow but after I know you well" she answered in a worried tone.

"Okay, you are a different kid though!" 

"How?" 

"Generally, girls don't discuss these things with their parents, but your mom and you are different!" 

"Yeah, we are like friends, like best friends!" she said proudly. 

"That's really good" he complimented.

"Umm, so did you see anything new in your dreams?" he asked in a serious tone.

"What about you?" 

"Yeah! I don't think these are normal, most of our dreams are related" he said.

"But you said they are normal!"

"Now I think they are not. I have been thinking a lot about all the dreams we see. I think it's time we should, you know, talk to a psychologist or something?" he suggested.

"I have been reading about dreams!" 

"Oh great, so did you learn anything new?" 

"Yeah, I have a hunch that the things we see might be related to our past lives?" she said after a lot of thinking.

"So, we have met before also?" he asked in his flirty tone. 

"May be or may be not!" she said with a chuckle.

"See, you couldn't resist me in the past life too!" he said proudly. 

"I am sure, you were ugly back then too" she said in between in her laughter.

"And you were fat back then too, moti!" he replied and laughed. 

"Okay fine! So, tell me your dream! she said.

"All right, I will tell you what I saw till now. After that you can tell me yours" he instructed. 

"Okay start!" she said and waited.

SAHAYA'S DREAM (IN HIS POINT OF VIEW):-

"It was raining heavily that day, I think it was night. As far as I remember, I was a boy of 12 years. Our village was burned, people massacred and taken away as battle-slaves. There were dead bodies of our kingdom's soldiers lying in the pools of blood.

The stench of blood was all around the area. I had been hiding under a basket all the time, while the other kingdom's soldiers slaughtered all the village people. I knew my father was not at home at least not in the dream and my mom was already killed. According to her instructions, I remained hidden under the basket.

After a while when they cleared the place, I walked out of that basket. I walked to my mother's dead body lying in our courtyard in a pool of her own blood. I remember her face still now, the tears were still on her face. Her eyes were opened in a state of shock. I closed her eyes and rubbed off the tears from her face.

I was crying, I had lost everyone I knew. I was the only one left. I screamed and cried loudly holding onto her cold body. Then I saw a glimpse of someone running away. I picked up the two swords that my mom had in her hands.  I walked to the direction of the place where I saw the person. I used my Rakshas powers to listen to any sound around. 

Yes, I had some magical listening power. I could hear even the sway of leaves on a tree far away. It was kind of irritating actually. In my dream, it was actually hurting my ears. The sounds were louder than usual, as If someone had increased the volume ten times. Moreover, I was pretty tall for my age. Physically, I felt like I was a 16-year-old guy but I was actually only 12.