ANJANA - The Cursed Angel

Twelfth Part

Author's note: This chapter came very late. I was busy with my projects and assignments and didn't get time to write. Hope, you will like chapter 12.

देवाकानिनि कावादे वाहिकास्वस्वकाहि वा ।

काकारेभभरे का का निस्वभव्यव्यभस्वनि ॥

( "O man who desires war! This is that battlefield which excites even the gods, where the battle is not of words. Here people fight and stake their lives not for themselves but for others. This field is full of herds of maddened elephants. Here those who are eager for battle and even those who are not very eager, have to fight.") Kirātārjunīya

Kunjar Tribe

It was the dark night. A night that was long as Halley's tail, the night that can veil any nefarious thought, any malicious intention.

Yet, it was beautiful. Darkness has its own allure. It can rivet. It can mystify. Dark abets to shroud emotions.

Varun was waiting for the dark to come and engulf every visible object into its wing. He was waiting for this exact dark night.

He watched Anjana sleeping and inundating in her own dreams. He did not know what all dreams she was having right now. However, he knew, he was not the part of that one dream.

Anjana could not recollect their relation. She could not feel the bond. She was clueless about everything. She had no idea about the labyrinth she was moving gradually.

"Ah! How innocent and lucky are those who are ignorant."

"No fear can harm them, no fire can burn them, and nothing can break them. Because of...because they do not know dejection. They are void of the feeling of yearning."

It is like a newborn baby who has nothing fearful, nothing dangerous because he doesn't know the meaning of precarious.

Varun was in deep thought when he saw Anjana stirring in her sleep. He watched her big eyes flapping lightly. How beautiful is her Anjana? She was beautiful when she was Punjya and she is beautiful when she is Anjana.

Varun was hypnotized. He forgot everything around. He forgot who he was and why he was here. He was enchanted by the sleeping diva in her quilt.

Suddenly he felt cold. A cold that is cunning and tormenting. He felt every single pore of his body is attentive. He was feeling restless as if something going to happen.

But what...what could be it?

He became anxious. The temperature has fallen abruptly. He felt watched. He sensed eyes boring into his non-existence body.

Varun was attentive now. He knew no one could see him. He was currently present in his wind form, a form that has no body, no structure and no frame.

Then how... how he is feeling chill all over him?

He was in his deep and disturbing thought when he felt some movements near the door. He turned to watch but it was all dark. Other than dark, there was nothing suspicious. Nevertheless, Varun was sure of his senses. He knew he was dead-on.

He again tried to watch. This time he felt a shadow that was darker than the usual dark inch by inch crossing the door.

A shadow...in the night...when there is no light. How is this possible? Varun had no idea about this shadow.