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Heres whats changed

- Hey guys, we would like to inform you that we are change our story from Third person to First person, i.e Veda's introspection.

Due to some issues , there might be a delay of the episode 4, you know we want to give you guys breathtaking content, so expect the episode 4 anywhere in this week....Sorry again!! I promise to make your time worthwhile in episode 4. 

Episode 3 - Jakhi

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© Sudeep Lunawat and Parth Bhatt

It was all red. A canvas of lifeless blood. A yellow dot emerged slowly.It moved downwards gradually making a trail which resembled a flinched jawline. The dot occasionally went astray from its path, giving birth to wrinkles and blemishes. It continued its journey , creating ear, forehead ,eyes, nose and hair. The eye lashes, the eyebrows were all so familiar, but yet so distant. It was a face, projecting anger. The eyes held a sinister look, filled with creed, all red. The most daunting thing was……it was the face of Master, Veda’s Master. It was’nt all.Something peeped from the side. It was a silhouette, possibly of a girl. It seemed as if it was trapped behind the red canvas. It came to the centre. The silhouette plunged in the red canvas, as if struggling to get to the other side. “sbaey praan tapai baadh huneech” came a voice, from the silhouette it seemed. “Get up, you will irk all of them”……..”Dont disturb them, wake up”. Something slapped Veda. He woke up with a gasp. It was a girl. She bore an anxious look and wore nothing else but a ill-fitting pink kurta without the pyjama. She was covered with dirt all over.“Your thoughts, dreams. sleep….they liberate them.” she spoke in an agonising voice. “Who?” asked veda. “The souls of the tree” said the girl. She pointed towards the Banyan tree under which veda was sleeping. “Every root of banyan tree gives solace to a soul. They rest their, dormant, untill they are awakened by some thought or dream or determination of a human…” she said “….Then they all start searching, for purpose, and come to me,my cave, my pond and provoke everything, destroy themselves”. “Who are you? What…why” interrogated veda.”You are too erratic for a monk” said the girl.

In the last 5 minutes, an unknown girl had slapped veda and accused him of being a haphazard monk. This was new, even for a tranquil monk. But, before he could summon his honour back, he saw the girl’s face. White, pale, terrified. She looked familiar. Her body, her hair, those hands, those fingers reminded veda of someone, something. She was the girl in the silhouette. “I should never leave the cave, but I left it” She shrieked. There was something eerie about her shrieks. As if the cave meant everything to her.“ Dont cry. Dont worry. You will be back in your cave.” consoled Veda. She fell on the ground crying. Her kurta now disarranged, inner thighs visible. Veda shied away from the view. “Where is your cave “ he asked. Her cry now subdued to a sob. She pointed in a direction. Veda looked at her, it was all lucid now. She was the girl in her dream. Master’s signal, his destiny.He had to know more about her, about the cave, about ‘him’. He saw her hand, a red mark of an oak tree scribed with blood. She was of shamanic descent, an ancient Nepali tribe. But why was she alone?. His eyes went to the girl’s thigh. It had severe burn marks. “how did that happen?” asked Veda. “It punished me” “who?” “The cave. Whenever the souls come, I get punished.”. She hugged Veda tighly. “It felt that you were him. Thats why I came here. But your not” she said. “who?” “The one who enslaved me.” “who are you?” “He called me Jakhi. I protect the cave”