๐๐๐ ๐ค๐ฃ๐ก๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ข๐ค๐ง๐ ๐ช๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ก๐๐๐ซ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ฎ๐๐ฃ๐; ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ค๐ฃ๐ก๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ข๐ค๐ง๐ ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ค๐จ๐จ๐๐๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ฎ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐ก๐๐๐ซ๐๐ฃ๐.”
– ๐๐ก๐๐ฏ๐๐๐๐ฉ๐ ๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ง๐ฉ.
***
Spade talked to Deva after the people had left and went back to find Maya in the kitchen eating a strawberry shortcake.
"Our flight leaves at 1:30 am, make sure you are all packed up." He said and she looked at him.
"At least for the show. We'll get out at 11:30 make sure you return back from your work on time." He said and she nodded remembering the task that Deva had asked her to do.
The sound of the rain had merged with the sound of the people's chatter inside the Radhakrishna hotel. Maya waited outside, her hood drawn over her head covering her
๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ค๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐ง๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ข๐๐จ๐ฉ๐ง๐ช๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ค๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐; ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฎ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ก๐ฌ๐๐ฎ๐จ ๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ ๐ค๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ซ๐๐ง๐ฉ๐ช๐๐จ ๐ค๐ ๐ค๐ฉ๐๐๐ง๐จ. โ ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐ช๐จ๐ฉ. *** "Krishna Raichand?" The name left Maya's lips as her face tightened and the temperature around her dropped like a meteor. "Yes." Deva replied, Maya's darkened eyes held his and she sneered, her knife appeared in her hand. "Why?" She demanded. "Why? Because he is the heir of the Raichand Industries, one of his rival company had hired shooters to kill him." Deva said and Maya scowled. "Who?" She growled. "It's the H. V. Industry's owner." Deva answered. "He was jealous th
๐'๐ข ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ฎ ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ฉ๐ข๐๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช'๐ซ๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง ๐๐๐. ๐ ๐๐ข ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐ฌ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฉ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ข ๐๐ค๐ข๐ ๐ฉ๐ง๐ช๐. ๐ ๐๐ข ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ฎ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐ซ๐๐ง ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ ๐ค๐! โ ๐๐ฉ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐ฃ๐, '๐๐ฉ'. *** The night came rather slower than expected, Krishna was pacing around waiting, watching the clock till its needles dragged slowly till they reached the time he desired. The rain that had taken a pause in the early evening and had started pouring now accompanied with the loud thunder claps and winds. It seemed like a stormy night that was the beginning of something terrible but for Krishna it was a wonderful night because it was the time when he would finally disclose to his sister about his real identity. He would hold her in his arms and cry till his heart's content, tell her how much he loved her, how much he missed her and how much he regretted being incapable in the past. He wante
๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐๐๐ฉ๐๐๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฅ๐ค๐ฌ๐๐ง ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐๐ฉ๐ ๐๐จ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐ฉ ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ข๐๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ค๐ฅ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐, ๐๐ช๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐ฉ ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ข๐๐ ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ค๐ฅ๐ก๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐ก๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐จ๐ฉ๐ค๐ฅ ๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐ฃ๐. โ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ง๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ฃ. *** "But... I want to ask you something... first... If I die here... would you really come and... punish God for creating... misunderstandings amongst us, sis?" Krishna whispered in a pain filled voice and winced, Maya felt her blood freezing and her heart stopping right at that moment. Her body seemed to be trapped in a glacier where the only thing she felt was numbness. So cold that she found her soul drifting out of her body, Krishna... Krishna. Krishna, her brother... was dying... because of her. She vowed to protect him, she promised him that she would cherish him all her life and even if they
๐๐ ๐๐ฉ'๐จ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฎ ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ฃ๐... ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐ฉ'๐จ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฎ ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ฃ๐. ๐๐๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ง๐ ๐๐จ ๐ฎ๐๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ฃ๐, ๐ข๐ฎ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฃ๐. โ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ช๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฃ *** The noise had increased now and Deva sighed as he lied relaxing his well muscled and toned body on the white bench with the umbrella covering the upper half of his body. He heard the sound of loud laughter and cracked open his single eyelid to see the black and blue haired girl wearing a loose white t-shirt and red shorts jumping around with a black haired boy wearing blue swimming trunks chasing her. After a while she turned and skipped towards Deva. "Deva, wake up! What are you, ninety to lie around like this?" She spoke querulously and he opened both of his eyes and looked as her unnatural blue strands glowed in the summer sun. "Can't believe t
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: “I perform all actions for the sake of the Lord only.”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 dis
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