OS: Kanya Kumari [The Virgin Goddess] - Page 21

Bhanasur sat up in his majestic seat, his forehead creased as he remembered her face, her eyes, her flowing hair.

His impatience was growing by the second. He knew she was not one of the normal ones, he felt a nervous ticking slowly creep into his left eye. He remembered his minister telling him about the evoking of the Shakthi.

Was the woman he visioned Shakthi? He tapped the head rest with more force. He had to find out, he stood up, he was more majestic when he was on his feet. His 7 feet frame seemed to make even the grand hall shrink.

With huge strides he walked down the steps, kicking the head that lay on it, carelessly to the side.

Once inside his royal quarters, he removed his crown, sat cross legged, closed his eyes and disappeared.

Shakthi was getting ready for her ritual bath, wrapped in beautiful white from neck to toe she looked like a Jasmine flower that had just opened its petals.

The Bathing Pool behind the temple was decorated with flowers and lotus floated on the deep blue water.

Chandan , Turmeric Paste, honey and Milk was placed in silver bowls.

Shakthi's lips formed a small smile as she felt Bhanasur's move.

She closed her eyes and formed an invisible protection around the temple.

Bhanasur, disguised as local villager stood in front of the temple, his eyes searched, he knew she was somewhere near. The temple doors were closed, he watched as 100's of devotees stood in a queue, it looked as if they were waiting for the doors to open for darshan.

"Could it be Shakthi"? he wondered to himself, were they waiting to see her?

He walked towards the entrance ignoring the long lines, much to the annoyance of the people.

With his usual arrogance, he decided to get in, he placed a foot on the temple door, as he did so he felt a bolt of electricity pass through and out of him, hurling him through the air and to the opposite side of the temple.

The devotees were shocked and amused, and the air filled with Ammey Bagawati,

He seethed with anger, his limbs trembled as he felt fury take over.

Arrrggghhh he felt his voice resounding and bouncing from the temple walls.

Shakthi smiled, her bath was almost over.

Bhanasur had come, it was time to meet him.

Swami, she murmured, her palms folded.

Shiva smiled, victory will always be yours dear one.

She sat on a wooden plank, her nose ring seemed to glitter even more beautifully, her eyes were full of love as she blessed every person who touched her feet, who walked away with their hearts and eyes brimming with happiness.

She chuckled to herself.

Bhanasur looked again at the door of the temple, he could feel her laughing at him. He smashed his fist into a nearby tree, breaking the trunk to pieces.

Like a bull, he charged towards the door.

Shakthi blinked to remove the protection.

Bhanasur cursed as he found himself flying into the temple.

He lay sprawled on the hard stone surface of the huge temple courtyard. His anger was like lava inside a volcano.

He looked up, the crowd parted, he glimpsed the delicate feet covered in red kumkum, his gaze moved further up but he had to shut his eyes as the brilliance from her nose ring blinded him, snorting in temper he opened his eyes to look at the face of the woman that had drawn him here.

Bhanasur went still, he could not move as he looked into her divine face. The face of perfection, the face of a hundred moons, the face that seemed to invite a combat.

He sat up his heart beating faster, his fingers sweaty, breath came out in gasps, his eyes narrowed with lust. She was more intoxicating than his wine. A nerve throbbed excitedly on his forehead, Grinding his teeth he stood up.

She looked at him, her eyes too narrowed, they challenged, they provoked.

Her palm came up signaling him to stop as he stepped towards her.

He stopped, stomped down his feet and stood still watching her raised palm.

Narad stepped forward, who are you? what brings you here he asked trying to not to show mirth.

Who am I? You question me Bhanasur, the ruler of this universe his identity, his voice echoed around the walls of the temple.

And,,,,, he paused .. looking at Shakthi.

I have come for her…. One skull ringed finger pointed at Mahamayyi