KaSh Heaven #850:Why this KaShveri Di Mod Note : 43

The doors flung open, as he marched towards the ferries with titanic strides. Charon the guard of souls saw the galloping steps with intense fear. The huge personality towered over the guards at the entrance of the underworld. The white fog sprawled lavishly across the land of dead, now frayed itself to farthest corners, making place for the Lord to walk. Shimmering reflections radiated through the surface in absolute respect of the Lord.

"Charon." His thick black voice crowded the place in absolute authority. The dead damsel's eyes stricken with fright, and respect stuck to the beautiful gold patterns that were magnificently glinting over the higher surfaces of the ferries. In response, as he stood expecting an answer, she managed to speak. "The ferries are ready. We hope for no inconvenience to follow up to your way Master. This day might be an utter dismay and symbol of sorrow for the humans on Earth."

"I absolutely not care about what those mindless humans think. Time is over for whom death awaits in that carnival today. I will now leave for Earth to bring souls to dead it is it. The land of the people of Lord gobblare in intense agony. Let me show him the most titanic disposal of carcasses, of his own people." 7In a blink of an eye he had vanished, with no sign to hang in air, of his mighty power.

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"Shilpa, let's go, we are getting late for the Carnival." The intrusion brought her out of the world of her dreams, as she began to walk on the long road, accompanied by her sister Muskaan. A smile spread across her countenance, as she weaved dreams of her prince charming, the dreams that enlightened her life every night, when she was lost in the world of absolute darkness and oblivion.

"rehta hai jo khayalon mein

Milta nahi kawaabon mein"

As they reached their most desired destination disguised in the avatars of peasants, the spectrum of beautiful colours caught their attention. All the people had come to enjoy the biggest carnival held annually. They lost each other in the huge crowd of masses, engulfing in the warmth of humanly excitement and joys. Until it happened.

In fractions of moment, the red and orange flickers of fire started to dance across the whole carnival. The flames, grasped everything that was splattered across its way. The deadly flames, becoming the sepulcher of every flesh, they dangled with the piece of clothe sheltering the masses in the carnival tent. Every human was utterly petrified with panick and complete worry. The carnival booming with echoes of laughter, transmuted into the dungeon of dark terrified screams and shrieks.

"Jaane hai kya sitaaron me

Gardish si hai ishaaron me

Patjhar si hai bahaaron me

Toofaan sa hai kinaaron mein"

"Shilpa." She could feel the panick stricken screams of Muskaan as she went looking for Shilpa. Amidst the screams of people, as they quieted to their deaths following, Shilpa stood still, and stunned. Her green eyes roamed around, seeing the catastrophe engulfing everyone. Women, who were crying in pure agony as their children and husbands burned in the grasps of fire. She slowly closed her eyes, and with a concentrated attention she provoked out a rebellious spell, and the fire suddenly groaned in anticipatory fury. Shilpa fastened the loop of spells, endeavoring to control the spreading fire, as it slowed down agonizing in anger.

He stood across a tree, calm and coolly watching the carnival turning into a graveyard. A cynical grin accompanied his godly features. His blue orbs pleasured with what they saw. He let out a triumphant smile, as he stared, at the inevitable result of the discrepancy Shashank dared to hold firm against him ' "The Lord of Underworld"

His smile however, all of a sudden was replaced with a suspicious look. He could feel the fire disobeying him, as it began to settle down. That was impossible. Unnatural.

"Dastak si hai
Kya yeh hardam"

His blue orbs immediately scanned through the burning fleshes. It was only possible if Shashank was present there to give out the command, however in his case, the descending of the flames would have been immediate. It felt like someone fighting hard to fight his coercive command on the flames. His shrewd eyes rested on a veiled peasant as it stood frozen, immobile, and unmoved. It couldn't be a human. He could feel lips moving, chanting spells to resist his created catastrophe with utter eagerness.

"Rehta hai jo khayalo mein
Ab tak hai woh hijabo mein"

His jaw clenched in complete anger. He closed his eyes casting a stronger spell, defeating his opponent in a single turn.

Shilpa felt a jolt reverberating through the shell of her ears, and her body was bolted with a strong curse, as she fell on the floor with an intense shriek and her grey robe shredded into pieces, revealing her soft fragile body clad in a shimmering red lavish gown, and her thick coal black hair that fell down like waterfalls. The fire now furious and frustrated speeded up in her direction to engulf her in its supremacy. Her tears streaked the soft contours of her face, as she closed her eyes helpless in pain. The fire again escalated, burning humans ruthlessly to death. As soon as she felt the scorching heat drawing closer, she shut her eyes praying in agony when the flames froze just centimeters away from her, frightened of wrath. His Wrath.

He bolted inside the tent like lightening. As soon as his gaze fell over her, he was immediately bewitched by an unknown coercive sensation stimulating his senses. She was beautiful. His steps rose on their own, his eyes never leaving her helpless body, as it submitted to the ground. He furiously commanded the fire to stop centimeters away from her, as it bowed to him in utter fear and froze at its stop. As he drew near, he could feel her heart thumping with uneven erratic beats. A formidable string of attraction and curiosity pulled him closer to her, deadly close'

He bent down, and slowly removed the veil of her face, and the revealing beauty left him speechless and mesmerized. She was beautiful, way more beautiful than Aphrodite even. Her creamy skin gleamed with impeccable perfection. Her lustrous lips glistened with slight moisture, tempted him like no one had ever done. Each silhouette weaved in the calculated featuring of her face was flawless, and beautiful. His implacable self melted unconsciously, as his hand reached to hold her velvet soft tresses. Her strong strawberry and womanly natural scent bewitched his senses softly, seductively. His fingers itched to remove the few obstructing locks that had stuck around her eyes in puddles of sweat. Slowly he drank in her sight. She was truly beautiful, more than any goddess he had ever had or known. His gaze lingered over the smooth milky skin of her gleaming luminously, over the soft rise of her cleavage. He restricted himself, with a snap of control, clenching his fists. He felt her eyes widening. Green crystal emeralds met his blue eyes slowly, as she stared back innocently and unconsciously at him. All the voices around them had faded, world had darkened, as he bent down and picked her up in his unyielding strong arms.

She looked around for a moment, as to capture her surroundings, but he casted a spell, and she was again lost in the darkness of oblivion. He carried her across the remains and ruins, and carcasses as he lowered her down on the grass. The soft green fur caressed her face softly, as he endlessly stared at her. Softly, not a very likely gesture of his implacable aura, his fingers traced her petal soft creamy skin.

"A Demi-Goddess." A soft smooth whisper of appreciation left his mouth, as he smirked.

"Shilpa." He could feel another scream, drawing closer. He gave her a long last glance as he felt people coming near.

"She walked through the dark corridors. The bronze huge balustrades, stayed awake and lonely as she ascended them in utter bewilderment. There were large rainbow coloured wallpapers across the huge walls. The floors were lavishly constructed with black marble and the hallway stretched to a darker alley. She curiously walked across, to the farthest end of the room. The walls were painted in silver and cobalt, presenting a stark beautiful combination. She stared across the room in awe, when she felt a dark shadow standing across the room. As she walked towards him, she felt her eyes staring into two intense blue eyes. He crossed the distance between them, as his figure leaned closer. His breathes camouflaged his identity, as she felt him breathing like a human, yet his mysterious aura made her shiver.

"Who are you?" her soft honey voice reached his ears, as he took his time to feel her sweetness, and a cynical smile shadowed his features. He drew closer to her, his hand locking into the soft tresses of her hair.

"Your Destiny." And even before she could understand what he so huskily whispered, she was brought back to the Earth.

Shashank, her mother and a whole cavalry stood across the place, stricken with intense worry, as she slowly lifted her eyes.

"Dad, Mom." She slowly whispered, still gaining consciousness.

"Shilpa, Padma sat down and spread her arms around her daughter.

"it all finished." Shashank gave a venomous look around the carnival. Lets go Shilpa and Muskaan. You both are safe and secure.

Shilpa stood up to leave, her mind clogged him thousands of confusion, for all she remembered were dark blue eyes''..

"The Demi-Goddess Shilpa, the daughter of shashank." He whispered stunned, standing across another tree. A huge diabolical grin lifted his lips. "The Daughter of him."

For now he would haunt her dreams, because the world of dreams was the world of dead darkness and oblivion and the world of darkness belonged to him, and once she entered it, she was H I S.

Kaisa Yeh raaz hai
Jo ke khulta nahi
Kyun mere zehen mein
Tu hai aye ajnabee