"Where are you taking me?" I shouted when they carried me somewhere. I looked at the masked old man. "What is going to happen to me?" He remained silent and just stood there with his hands behind his back. "Hey, do not stay shut. At least, tell me my fate so that I can be prepared for it." He still stood there silently and watched the gorilla carry me away on his shoulder. I only hoped for Govind and Ghosavasu to save me somehow. I did not know how they would do that, but I had trust in them. I knew they could find some way. Somewhere back in my mind, I worried about Govind. I wondered if he was alright. Last time I had seen him, he behaved strangely. The gorilla dropped me on an elevated wooden platform. "Owe, that hurts!" This son of a bi*ch. He threw me like a rice bag. I moved my head and saw the masked men had gathered around the platform. They again stomped their feet and howled. "Aauuu! Aaaauuu!" "What the hell is happening?" I said. "What are they trying to do with me?" The
"Hey, I feel there are people around here," Govind said to Ghosavasu. "There must be those tribal people moving around," Ghosvasu said. "Stay low and silent. Do not reveal your location." The two were heading towards the location they had heard the howling from. However, they knew they could not afford to be seen. "Hey, old man, how would we fight them?" Govind asked as he grabbed the arm of the old man in fear. "Have you thought of a way?" Ghosavasu side-eyed at him. "Why would we fight them? We just have to sneak in, save our companions, and escape." "Ah, right." "Our destination is not this island, but somewhere far beyond it," the old man added. "But how would we do that?" wondered Govind. "About that," Ghosavasu smirked. "I do not know." "What?" Govind raised a brow. "I thought you had already planned a way to get in." "Calm down, young lad. I have never been to their place before. How would I know its layout, the number of people there, and the positioning of guards? I
"Ahh, ahh, you are going too deep," She moaned, leaning by her chest on the wall. "I know, no one can resist my thing," Subham said, pushing it into her from behind. Subham, 22-year-old, was the son of a rich merchant. He did nothing but f*ck. A f*ckboy who only thought that women were only meant for sex. He had small black eyes, pale yellow skin, half bald head with short brown hair, thin body and a humongous d*ck. You think that how did I know all this? Well, I watched him doing all those things which I always wanted to do. "Ahh, deeper!" She said with her eyes rolled up, sticking her tongue out. Both reached their climax in a blink. "Ahh, I can't hold it in," She moaned. "Let's release it together," Subham said, and came inside her. He stood there, leaned his upper half body on her back and panted. And here I was, standing beside them while holding their clothes. He made me a hanger for his clothes whenever he made out with someone. I could not count how many girls
I and Subham were childhood friends. When we were young, we used to play together. His father didn't like it and always scolded my father for this. He always believed that the lower class were meant to serve the upper class. So, they could never be equal. My friends arrived at the doctor's place after hearing the news about Subham's condition. They also used to play with us. We lost touch somehow as we all went to our separate ways to fulfill our dreams. I never had one. Watching them together filled my eyes with tears. "Hey, is this true?" Rahul asked in a tensed voice. Rahul was a huge guy with a height over six feet. He was dark-skinned and had big bulky muscles. He worked as a cart puller in the Royal capital of Bambai. His short black hair, triangular face and small black eyes made him look quite dashing. Despite having all the features of a muscleman, he had a kind heart and never hurt a soul in his life. He was wearing a full-sleeved t-shirt like something which was lookin
Subham's condition was getting worse with each passing minute. We could hear his moans coming from the doctor's chamber, which indicated to his suffering. As his moans got louder and frequent, we got more and more worried. His father could not stop himself and tried to get inside. We tried our best to stop him but he still pushed the door and went in. We also ran into the room and were shocked to see that the doctor was shaking Subham's weewee!? Nope, he did nothing like that. At the moment we entered, we found Subham lying on the bed, unconscious, covered in sweat and moaning in pain. The doctor looked at us. His anger was clearly visible on his face. He was sitting beside Subham, placing a wet cloth on his forehead to control his fever. He wanted to vent his anger on us, but he chose not to. The reason was clear, there was a patient in the room. "Doctor, how is he?" Subham's father asked, almost whispering. Doctor looked at him. "Not good. If his condition gets worse, we might
I could not believe my ears. This old man slept with a fairy? Unbelievable. "What is 'Ichha Matsya'?" Surya asked. I too wanted to know what exactly that fairy wanted him to find. "If you translate the words, it will be 'The Wish Fish'. This word came from the foreigners," The doctor replied. I looked into his eyes. "One more thing, what was her name?" "Pallavitra," He said softly. How could mythical creatures be real? I could not believe his words. Everything he said, seemed like a made-up story. But his eyes... his eyes were not lying. "So, did you get your answers?" Ashok asked him. "No, I never set sail in the seas. After her death, I returned to my parents. They forgave me and took me in. I started working as a doctor in the village. And when they passed away, I came back to my sweet home. The bed you are sitting on is the one on which she took her last breath. This small shabby looking house was once a house of my dreams." I noticed he had a lot of wealth. He owned
Next day, we were standing in front of the king in the royal court. Subham's father used his influence and made us enter the court as early as possible. Of course, why wouldn't he? His son was dying. We were standing in a really large hall with huge pillars. Many soldiers were standing here and there guarding the royal court. The King's throne was higher than the ground. Almost ten to twelve feet higher. They studded it with gold and gems. The ministers stood on both the sides in queues. King Rajavarma was sitting on that throne. I was stunned after seeing the shine in his eyes. He was wearing a golden crown with gems studded in it. He had yellow skin, black eyes, dense moustache and beard. He must be in his forties. He was wearing a red surcoat, gold belt and tight stockings. I was sweating from my forehead and my palms. I had never met a king in my life. "Tell me your problem," He said, sitting proudly on his throne. I was looking at Bhaskar, hoping that he would be the one t
Next day, a wooden ship was prepared for us. We were ready to depart. Thousands of people came to see us off. I did not know that the word will be spread like a wildfire. How the hell they all came to know about our departure to the great black sea in just a day? Anyway, I felt overwhelmed. We were at the Bambai sea port. My friends were saying their last goodbyes to their families. I didn't know how they managed to convince them to go on a suicidal journey. Well, I don't care about that. The king was also present there with his minister Induvir and his bodyguards. I went to him, touched his feet, and asked for his blessings. They kept food and resources worth a month in the ship's storage. They gave us weapons like swords, bow and arrows and even spears to counter any kind of danger. They even gave us a sailor who was convicted of a crime few years ago. The king promised to set him free if we all return alive. He was an old man, must be in his sixties. He was wearing a green fur