Chapter 1

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Helloo my fellow readers, I hope you are having a great time on wattpad...

Here I am sharing this new story... its historical based and covers a link of Indian ancient times. Though I would clearly state that it is enveloped in a fiction. I have taken only a piece of the true past, during the rise of Kalakeyas and moulded it into a different concept.

The whole plot is a Fiction and has no relation to what happened during the ancient times. I thoroughly apologise if I am hurting anyones feeling. But please note I am as well an Indian I have no intention of disrespecting my glorious ancient history.

This Story is just mind built form, encapsulated in the ancient frame.

Again I would emphasize that it has no realtion to the true history of Kalakayes. It only provides a glimpse of the regime.

Thank you.

During the ancient times of Krutayuga, there was a demon named Vrutraasura. His associates slash followers were known as Kalakeyas. Which was a distinct and powerful tribe of Danavas (demons). They were harsh and disturbing to the saints and devatas, hence lord Indra killed Vrutraasura. After they lost their only leader they all fled to the sea, now a part of the Ganges in north India and were successful in hiding there for weeks. They used it as a shelter only during the day and came out during nights and disappear in the darkness. These Danavas formed short groups and head hunted their food in the depth of the jungle nearby.

One of them a very young powerful and aggressive demon, Bhrunga wandered away and lost his group while chassing a healthy rabbit. Bhrunga was different from others of the Kalakeya tribes. He was young and courageous. He called out names of his companions but was to no avail and finally saw a small hut. He stood at a distance behind a large  banyan tree. He watched the lamp dimly lightening the hut, a small shrub, which he thought would be tulsi was planted at the door of the hut. he decided to sit there for a while content from the heat the lamp was showering. But then there was a hustle and suddenly he saw a girl emerging from the hut.  he couldn't frame her face as it was too dark and she was facing the other side. She filled water in an earthen vessels, kept at the far end from the door and sprinkled some grains around it. she then turned around and went inside the shack. He quickened his pace and headed for the water. he drowned the whole water from the vessel down his throat in as single sip.

Just then the door opened once again and the girl arrived. Frightened by an unknown strange visitor, her face went pale and the handful of grains fell on the ground. She started shouting and the Bhrunga was left with no other option but to stop her. he threatened to kill and after a lot of struggle managed to keep her quiet. he said he just came in for the water.

He let his eyes roam a little and observed some more houses around. It looked like a small nomads residence. She was still afraid when he asked for more water. The kind girl quietly went inside and brought back more water and a leaf full of leftover food for him. He noticed her for a while. she was young and beautiful but marked with a horrifying expression. He assured her he wasn't here to harm.

He said he was a wood cutter and lost path in the darkness. there was no one to catch his lie. So he continued to frame. He was continuously starring at her. she clutched her dhoti a clinched feeling roaring in her stomach. she wasn't affraid now, it felt as if he was framing some spell at her. she felt bounded and then slowly the girl opened up and informed him that she was a farmers daughter. She said her father was out to the neighboring town to fetch more seeds.

She introduced herself as Vatsala. She then went on with the part why they stay here and other things. Bhrunga wasn't listening. though he was the one to enquire. His eyes were glued to the innocent expressions of the girl, mesmerized by the way her eyes were not rising from ground. she sat at one corner of the door and Bhrunga observed from the far end of the fence.

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