Tantra:

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‘Come to me.’ The mystical whisper woke Shailesh from the unconscious. Gazing at the smoky surroundings, he wiped his eyes for a clearer view.

The whole place looked messy, as if a tornado occurred inside. Trying to reason what happened; he rose to walk but impinged onto something.The object, which collided with him, shook him to core. Funked, his throat choked. He looked around, the whole hut was burning.

35 minutes earlier –

‘Baba! This will work no?’

‘Baccha! Drop your worries, that puny witch will begone from your life, forever.

The tantric took a fistful of ash, muttering mantras and dredged it into an earthen bowl. Shailesh was perturbed to what he was looking; the bowl started lifting in the air, slowly. Flames were now emitting of its mouth.

‘This mooth will finish that witch baccha, within an hour, it will return with the news.’

Barely ten minutes passed, they heard a shriek. Tantrik closed his eyes to meditate and when he opened them, Shailesh was horrified looking at the fear in the tantrik’s eyes.’

‘You fool! What have you got me into?’

‘Baba, she’s a witch, she’s haunting me in my dreams. And that’s why I am here at you refuge.’

'MOORKH! She is no ordinary witch. She is a Dakini, her powers are unparalleled, now we both will die.’

‘HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA.’A dreadful laugh shuddered them. The earthen bowl, invoked by the tantric returned, with her. She smashed it on the exteriors of the hut, setting it on fire,

Present:

Shailesh was quivering; the tantrik’s corpse was recumbent in front of his face. He dared not to move an inch. The gate opened, covered in a black saree, she moved closer to him, hovering in the air.

She waved her hands upwards and with that, Shailesh’s body started ascending, in the air.

‘It’s been months since I have tasted human blood, and you, ‘she looked at him lasciviously, ‘are a treat. Before relishing your blood, I will have a thirty min. stint of pleasure and pain.’ She draw his face closure, ‘Pleasure for me, and pain, for you.’

The room went resonant with her shriek.

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Bandhan:

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‘Okay children! Remember, tomorrow is raakhi, so holiday. Enjoy with your siblings, and be good.’ Said the teacher, with the school bells ringing.

Children ran towards the school gate. The premises was resonant with their hurrahs.

Rahul and Meera sat on the backseat of their car, chirping about the event.

‘Rahul, mamma also told me about raakhi. She says you will present me a gift, when I will tie the raakhi on your hand. What will you gift me bhai?’ She grinned.

‘How am I supposed to know, I am just nine.’ He answered naively, wiping his nose. The kid had some charm, which enhanced with the nose-wiping.

‘Mamma told, that you will gift me a doll-house. She says it’s special.’ Her eyes twinkled.

There was mischief playing in Rahul’s mind, ‘I am sorry sis, but dad said there won’t be any gift for you. You already have plenty of toys. Though, I am getting the hot-wheels new collection.’ He smiled shrewdly looking at her dimming face.

Next Day:

‘Okay Meera, now tie this raakhi to your brother’s hand.’ Her mother held her hand to guide her.

‘Smiiiiile, you’re on camera.’ Their father said, snapping his fingers, ‘come on Meera, smile baby doll.’

Meera tied the raakhi and gave a faded smile, ‘I am going to bathroom.’

Mother then alluded to Rahul, he dashed to the parent’s room. Meera came back from the bathroom, sluggishly.

‘SURPRISE!’ screamed all.

Meera astoundingly looked at Rahul, standing with a big size object, gift-wrapped. As he unraveled it, Meera's face brightened manifolds.

She cackled looking at the giant dollhouse and gave a tight hug to his brother, 'Happy Raakhi, bhai.'

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Mania:

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He sat helpless in the chair, hands tied. Traumatized, he could not even shout out for help.

An odor sent chills down his spine, 'No, not again.' he thought. He saw her enter the room and beads of sweat emerged on his forehead.

'Look I promise, I will agree to whatever you say. You are my wife, how could you be amused seeing me in such pain.' He gasped, looking at the thing in her hands.

'And what makes you think I will reconsider. You sworn to support me for whatever pleasures me. So, enough with the drama, we will do it, till I perfect in it.'

'Please, it hurts me down there. Can't you see it?' His eyes moistened.

'Oh come on now Viren! This will be the last for today, I promise. And this time no chilies. The Payasum is cooked right this time' Her eyes sparkled, 'Now, open your mouth honey.'

And once again, a husband submitted to his wife's fad. May his tummy rest in peace.

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Nazi, Grammar Nazi:

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‘Here’s your order Sir! If you two need anythings else, do tells me, I will be right there.’ The waiter smilingly served their order.

‘Bro, it’s ‘anything’, okay. And what is ‘tells’, huh. Better speak the lingo that you know.’ He frowned at him, then he turned towards his date, ‘I hate when people use language incorrectly.’

‘Hmmm, I am impressed. I am glad we met; it nags me too, when someone tries to show-off.’

‘Obviously, sometimes it gets so hot under the neck. I have a dislike for such hypercrites.' He exasperated, 'You know I took special English classes.’

‘Ahaan!' she faked a smile, trying to look amused, 'From where?’

‘Jonny Jaikishan English champions; you know my friends there call me, Grammar Nadzi.’ He proclaimed, with pride.

R.I.P. Language.

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Prodigy:

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The audience couldn’t stop cheering, their round of applause continued for more than ten minutes. She was the singing sensation that left the judges stunned, they haven’t came across with such talent in years.

‘Shrini, WOW! You sang amazingly awesome. Baby, I cannot believe, you are just eight. I am so thrilled that you can feel my goosebumps.’ One of the judges said.

‘Thank you mam!’ Shrini had a smile on her face.

‘Kid, note me, you are gonna win the finals tomorrow.’ The other judge announced; audience cheered the child prodigy.

Later:

‘Okay Shrini, we have the finals tomorrow and you got to win that trophy. Now keep on practicing.‘

‘I won't, you don’t let me eat anything. I am sick of the salads, please mama, let me have that pizza.’ She licked her lips while looking at it.

‘And risk your voice, no way.’ She continued munching the pizza, ‘Now listen to me carefully, you will not get anything until you win. And don’t dare to lose, else we will send you to the hostel. You don’t want that, do you?’ She looked straight into her eyes.

‘No mama no, ‘ she tried her best to stop the tears, ‘I won’t sleep and will practice more. I just wanna stay with you, please don’t send me to the hostel.’ She gripped her mother’s hand.

‘That’s like my angel. Now, practice!’

All she wanted was her parents' love; that was lost in greed.

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