๐๐๐ฎ๐ ๐จ๐๐ง๐ซ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ ๐๐ง๐ข๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐จ๐๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐๐๐๐๐ฎ๐๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ ๐๐๐๐ฉ๐๐จ๐๐;
๐๐๐ง๐๐๐จ๐๐๐๐ง ๐ฃ๐๐ง๐ข๐๐ข๐ค ๐๐๐ค๐ค๐ฉ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ช๐๐๐ฎ๐๐จ๐ฌ๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐ฉ๐๐๐ฌ๐๐ง๐๐.
Renouncing all actions in Me, with the mind centred in the Self, free from hope and egoism, and from (mental) fever, do thou fight.
COMMENTARY: Surrender all actions to Me with the thought: โI perform all actions for the sake of the Lord only.โ
Bhagwad Gita:
Chapter 3: The Yoga of Action,
Shloka: 30.
___
๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฎ๐๐จ๐ค๐ค๐ฎ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ฃ๐๐๐ฃ๐ช๐ฉ๐๐จ๐๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐ ๐ข๐ ๐ข๐๐ฉ๐๐ข;
๐๐๐ง๐ซ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ซ๐๐ข๐ค๐ค๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฃ๐๐จ๐๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐๐๐ฉ๐๐จ๐๐.
But those who carp at My teaching and do not practise it, deluded in all knowledge and devoid of discrimination, know them to be doomed to destruction.
Bhagwad Gita:
Chapter 3: The Yoga of Action,
Shloka: 32.
______
An individual once pledged to be a Cleaner is aimed to become a weapon of Lord's predicament against those who are evil. Those who are too 'powerful' to get into the hands of the law are judged by the one whose law works above all of the defilement.
Just as your punishment for your soul is decided for each sin, your death is confirmed for your sins and that punishment is delivered by the Cleaners.
Maya had never thought she would meet the one whom she had been yearning for all her life. Trained as a cleaner and with the blood of hundreds of the corrupt and evil people on her hands she is facing the one who is pure and clean unlike herself.
Would he accept her as she is? Or will the game of life and death end with one of their lives being sacrificed?
๐ฟ๐ค๐ฃ'๐ฉ ๐๐ช๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ค๐ค๐ ๐๐ฎ ๐๐ฉ๐จ ๐๐ค๐ซ๐๐ง.- ๐๐๐ค๐ง๐๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ค๐ฉ.*** The pitter patter of the rain was one of her favourite sounds, people normally hated getting wet and cold but, she was counted as the odd one in the herd. You’d never see her behaving as a stereotypical Indian girl, just a strange and weird oddball who rolled on its own music, it didn’t know how to go with the flow. She usually used a variety of fake names, like Seeta, Geeta, Mansi, etc. Maya Singh was her existing name. Jay suggested her to use this name this time because her profession needed it and also because he said it suited her and it literally described her, Maya; that’s what she was, an illusion. One would wonder why fake names? Then it was because Maya lived two lives, one, a life of a college student and second, a life of a cleaner.
๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ฉ ๐ง๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ค๐ฃ๐จ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ฎ ๐๐ค๐ง ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ง๐๐จ๐ช๐ก๐ฉ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐ฃ ๐ก๐๐๐, ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐ก๐จ๐ค ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ค๐ฌ๐๐ง ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐๐ช๐ฉ๐ช๐ง๐ ๐ค๐ช๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ข๐.– ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐ค.*** Jay Singh was a lawyer who worked as Maya’s undercover manager, being a degree holder in criminal studies he was pretty much smart yet, he behaved like an idiot sometimes. He was forty two years old with brown hair which was perfectly combed; the moustache and nicely trimmed beard. His eyes were bright brown with confidence and he had the nice sun kissed skin. He wore a crease-free suit whenever he was at his office and normal formal shirt and dress pants outside. Jay was a divorcee, he married twice but both of his marriages broke off. Till high school Jay was Maya’s official guardian, she was an orphan for qu
๐๐๐๐ง๐ ๐๐จ ๐ฃ๐ค ๐จ๐ช๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ ๐๐จ ๐ข๐๐๐๐, ๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ช๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐๐จ ๐จ๐ช๐๐ ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐จ ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ๐ก๐๐๐๐ ๐ค๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฌ๐๐ฎ๐จ ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ง๐.- ๐. ๐๐๐๐๐ง ๐๐๐๐๐๐ง๐*** Crime reporter Kiran Upadhyay sat in his chair scratching his head as he held the papers in his hand, and then looked at the papers scattered over his desk. He sighed, the exhaustion seemed to be growing as he had chased the news of the infamous serial killer who had now taken the name Kali. He rubbed his face which even in his late twenties looked like he was in his forties already. A few of his dark brown hair had gone grey, his skin had turned like brown leather, but all this hadn't affected the sharpness of his brown eyes. He groaned loudly as he eyed the article in his laptop again and then scratched his messy hair. He pushed himself closer to his laptop
๐๐๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ๐ฃ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ ๐ช๐ฃ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ๐ฃ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐ฉ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ค๐ง๐จ. โ ๐ ๐๐ข ๐๐ค๐ง๐ง๐๐จ๐ค๐ฃ *** The cellphone on his desk rang and Jay knew who exactly was calling, he picked up the call after looking at the screen which showed the private number. He licked his lips before speaking. "Hello, Jay Singh speaking." The person on the other side didn't seem very happy and the glistening sweat on Jay's forehead seemed to give that conviction. He wiped a little sweat from his forehead and replied to the person's question. "Yes, sir. I apologise for that... No. She knows... They had caught her, sir... No, sir, she didn't kill him... Yes, sir... Yes... I understand... Okay, I'll pass on the message..." Jay answered precisely.
๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐ฃ๐๐๐ก ๐ค๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ฉ๐ ๐๐จ ๐๐ก๐ฌ๐๐ฎ๐จ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ฃ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐จ๐ค๐ฃ, ๐ค๐ง ๐ ๐๐ง๐ค๐ช๐ฅ ๐ค๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ฃ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ค๐ฅ๐ก๐, ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช'๐ก๐ก ๐๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐จ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ข ๐ก๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ง๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐จ๐ค๐ค๐ฃ. โ ๐ฝ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ข๐๐ฃ ๐. ๐๐ข๐๐ฉ๐ *** "Okay, I've got these pictures and the content." Kiran murmured as he sorted all the papers in his arms which threatened to fall and simultaneously he talked on phone with one of his friends regarding the recent case of homicideโ courtesy of Kali. "No, no. I'm sure of it." He said and pushed his cabin door open with his shoulder. "Yes, and even the police have given their word... Yes. I've got the inspector's interview and he clearly said that hereafter CBI is officially going to handle the Kali case." He said and shook his head as he was about to drop his papers on his de
๐๐๐ค๐ฅ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐ง ๐๐๐๐ฉ๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ฃ ๐ข๐ค๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฃ. ๐๐ฉ'๐จ ๐จ๐ฉ๐ง๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฎ ๐๐๐๐ง ๐๐๐๐ฉ๐. ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ช๐ง๐ฉ๐จ ๐ ๐ก๐ค๐ฉ ๐ข๐ค๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐๐ฉ๐. ๐ผ๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ค๐๐ฃ๐ฉ ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐๐ฉ๐, ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐จ ๐ค๐ซ๐๐ง.– ๐ ๐๐ข ๐๐ค๐ง๐ง๐๐จ๐ค๐ฃ.*** "Kiran, I made pasta why don't you come over and have it?" Surya shouted from the kitchen, the scent of spices drifted around him. Kiran had been working to search some way to get to Kali, to see her personally but, he didn't know where to go. Kiran in his childhood had lost his parents in a car accident, and henceforth, was brought up in a childcare home and Surya too had lost his parents only a few years ago but, both were strong enough to handle themselves through all their hardships. "Coming!" His voice replied and
๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ง๐๐๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐จ๐ค๐ข๐๐ฌ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ, ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ข, ๐๐ฃ ๐๐ก๐ก ๐ค๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ข. - ๐๐๐ง๐ข๐๐ฃ๐ฃ ๐๐๐จ๐จ๐. *** Maya's phone buzzed in her baggy trousers pocket and she fished it out holding it in her fingers like it was a stick. The screen showed Jay's number and she accepted the call and pressed the cell phone to her ear. "Hey there, Jayu." She chirped happily as she strolled out of her college gates. "Hi, Maya. Where are you?" He asked. "Just got out of the gates, is there another prey?" She asked, a sly grin creeping up to her face. "Don't talk so loudly, idiot, if somebody hears you-" "Easy there oldie, no one's around, chill. Ar
๐๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐จ ๐ข๐ค๐ง๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ข๐ค๐ช๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐จ, ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ง๐๐๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ข๐ค๐ง๐๐๐จ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ข๐จ ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐ข๐.– ๐. ๐. ๐๐ค๐ซ๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ฉ.*** Jay and Maya now sat in Jay's small study room, Jay carrying a file, worry etched over his features while Maya shoved the chocolate chip cookies in her mouth moaning with pleasure as the sweetness touched her taste buds. Jay was already on the edge since he got a call informing him that the CBI had incorporated with the detective named Zero who was called for the sole purpose of catching Kali. Along with Zero a special team was selected to work as a force that would focus on Kali. "The name isn't there, it's just the alias... Zero. It says." Jay spoke. "Did you even hear what I said?" Jay asked and Maya looked at him, her cheeks