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Dev Anand means 'Joy of God'. True a that is what one can tell is the personality of Devanand Krishna, pure and selfless. Calm and tranquil. As a orphan living in a Ashram at the banks of life giving river Ganga he always felt that something is calling him to the far and beyond. Atleast that's what he thought when he got on the educational trip to Castle Ophola Da'Claire, not knowing how this small a week trip is going to change his entire perspective about the world of living and as well as maybe world of...... Dead ?????
"What we do now ?" He bellowed looking at the black mass. "We run." I said stepping back. "Wait what ? It will kill others." He said stubbornly standing with a stupid curtain rod in his hands. "If don't run we will die you dunderhead." I said dragging him back to the door out of the dungeons.
"Guru ji. There is something sinister here. The Rudraksha beads. They.. They are blackening..... "
"Is this is how you will get rid of it." She asked as he looked at her like a idiot. "What I am supposed to get lemons and salt !" He replied looking bewildered at her while it looked she is a inch going insane. "Yeah. As well as go and get some water and sugar as well. It will make nice sherbet while waiting for the ghost." I added jokingly as the lights and devices flickered in our vincity. "Look like it didn't like your joke Anand." Dhruv let out a nervous chuckle as the black mass appeared above our heads.
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And that day, again, a 15-year-old screamed, which was expectantly unheard; her screams were muffled, suppressed, but she screamed, she screamed, she screamed in search of a Krishna in this kalyug. But did he come? He did not. Because he was busy bawling his eyes in his guilt, guilt of creating a vicious creature; Men. Are these even considered men? My head jerked to the left as I stared at my mother, tied with chains, torn clothes, and blood trickling down her forehead. Her satisfactory smirk flattered me as soon as her eyes met mine. Is this what we call Maa? "Agar dar ki aakho me dekhoge, dar tumse darega." These were the last lines of my father. Jaate jaate bhi bhut kuch sikha gaye. Even if this is how I die, I don't deserve an unworthy death like this. I refuse to die because the day I close my eyes, I will be doing it willingly. My hand stumbled upon Aruval; either this would be the end of me or him. Taking it in my hand, I hit it on his neck with all the energy I could summon up. His head jerked up in half as it landed just beside my mom's feet. His blood splashed over me giving me a sense of relief, tears shone in my eyes. Har asur ke vinash ke liye ek Krishna janam leta hai par is baar kali janamegi. Vinash toh tay hai ya uska ya Mera. "Toh likho laal kalam se, Gita ka unisva adhyay, Kaleen Singh Chauhan ki maut mere hatho hi hogi." And this was the rise of satan in the world of Rajtantra. Yeh tha ek ant: ka prarambh. A war between Bhay and Karma.
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