Disclaimer: This work doesn't intend to hurt anyone's feelings and religious beliefs. This story is inspired from religious texts and famous folklores.
RAMAYAN
Whenever we hear the name of the greatest epic of the Indian history, a few things come i...
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The sound of the dried leaves echoed through the forest as a swarm of people moved towards their destination, Mandore, a village near present day Jodhpur, Rajasthan.
It was like an army followed by the king of evil. His aura screaming evilness, his eyes dark as a thunderous night, his clothes giving away his inner dark aura. It was like whenever he walked, the land trembled in fear, the sound of dried leaves on which he walked felt like they were dying out of fear, there was no sound of any bird or insect, the forest was gravely silent as if afraid of him.
The man was none other than the idol of evil himself, the human form of evil, Ravana.
The man who captured Kubera's Lanka a few days back by force. The greatest devotee of Mahadev that ever existed on earth. The man who had no compassion or softness for anyone in his heart. He, who considered women as just a medium of fulfilling his lust.
He moved along with his army towards Mandore, to meet the king of asuras (demons), Mayasur.
Suddenly, all his men became alert as they heard shuffling sounds from behind some shrubs.
"Who's there?" Ravan's dark and heavy voice reverbrated through the whole forest.
No one answered his call which irritated him to core.
"For the last and final time, who's there? Tell me before I kill you." He yelled getting a hold of his bow and arrow.
He saw a girl who dashed in the opposite direction, trying to escape him.
"Stop right there woman!" He screamed angrily. The girl stopped dead in her tracks hearing such a tone.
Her face was veiled and one could see her trembling in fear. She cautiously turned around.
Ravan's breath hitched for the first time in his whole existence as the wind unveiled the girl's face a little.
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The first thing he noticed was her big kohl laid eyes that were as deep as the deepest ocean, that had fear in them. Her full, pink luscious lips were parted in fear. The milky white skin of her face shone like gold because of the sunlight that sieved through the canopy of trees.
