𝕽𝖆𝖏𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖆 : 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝖐𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖆

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, Devraj 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.