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(Disclaimer : This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events and incidents are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.)


Rimi was looking at the idol brought home by her dad last night. A strange scary idol, almost a foot long, made of bronze, it has an odd hypnotic effect. Rimi felt as she was staring at that, even the statue was also staring back at her. Why her father had to bring it home, she wondered.


Sumit is running into lots of troubles lately. His settled business is going through a bad phase, market conditions aren’t helping as well. He is becoming an irritating fault finding husband which is the reason of his current marital discord. He is growing apart from his wife Namita, his 12 years old son Ajju is not keeping well for a long time now, and his 15 years old daughter Rimi, the situation of the house probably affected her most.

Few days ago his friend told him about this Aghori, a powerful tantrik, seems like he has all the solution of any trouble. Sumit never believed in all these, but he was desperate. As he met him, he didn’t say anything to him but gave a bronze idol and went to back to his meditation. He felt like a fool but he brought that idol back home anyway.


Rimi almost jumped up from her bed. She was sweating hard; her clothes are drenched in her sweat. What a nightmare! Yet felt so real. She grabbed the water bottle and drank till its empty and then checked the time, its 2 am in the morning.

She closed her eyes and tried to recall that horrible dream. She saw her nails were growing and so were her canine teeth, she was turning into some beast, a monster and then she turned to her sleeping mother next to her, about to bite her neck. And that idol.. the idol is alive and grew almost a human size, standing next to the bedroom door, watching…

Rimi checked on her mother who’s fast asleep next to her. She has decided, as soon as its morning she will sneak out of house with that statue and throw it in the nearby river. Nobody has to know.


Sumit was wide awake; it’s 2:05 am showing in his watch. He can’t believe he had a dream, a nightmare to be exact; oh it was a scary one. He hadn’t had a dream for years now but today. He saw he got up from bed and was heading to his sick son Ajju’s room. As he was walking towards his room, he could see his own shadow was changing, changing into some sort of ugly beasty like figure. Long nails, growing teeth and drooling mouth. And that statue, the bronze idol, it was alive and grown bigger, standing right in front of the room of Ajju.

Sumit lay back to bed again. Tomorrow he will take Ajju to a good doctor; his fever is not coming down for weeks now. And he will return the idol back. His senses are telling him there’s something wrong with that ugly looking thing. He closed his eyes.


Namita checked the clock, its 2:40 am. It’s time, she thought. She was unrecognizable now, she isn’t a human anymore. Rimi hardly could scream in pain and horror as Namita came down at her.

Ajju was slowly walking at her father’s bedroom. As he was walking, with every step he was changing his human form.


The Aghori was laughing madly in the cremation ground as few of the bodies were burning around.

He needs 101 sacrifices to reach his goal, another 27 to go.



The Bad Guy




(Disclaimer: Strict adult content ahead, please do not read if you do not wish to, or if you are underage)



I opened the door and threw my wallet and mobiles on the couch. It was a bad day. Need some peace and good scotch.”Time to open a new bottle”, I thought.

And there’s a knock on the door, as I just closed it. Who could it be at this hour? I checked the time, 9:35 PM, whining and grunting I opened it.

It was Swati standing there, 19 years old daughter of my next door neighbor Mr Chakraborty, Principal of St. john’s college. As like all other neighbors of mine, I have the extra sweet relationship with them as well. People here know me as an alcoholic, womanizer and don’t give a fuck kind of guy. They hate my guts and I despise those miserable low lives.

I could see her eyes were red and swollen, dried tears on her cheeks, She has been crying for a while.

Me: “What happened?”

Swati: “The Students are again agitated, they surrounded the college and dad is stuck in there. Police are not able to penetrate; we don’t even know what condition he is in. Mom, me and sister are helpless, mom’s crying since evening.”

Me: “Good, serves him right.”

Swati:”How could you be so cruel, he was your professor once”

Me: And so I know, he deserves it.

I remember our violent clashes and arguments with him. I always hated too righteous people and he is one of them.

Swati: “Avik is your friend, call him, and tell him to release my dad”.

Avik is the leader of local student political group. I know the agitation is going on under his watch.

Me: “And why should I do that?” I asked looking straight at her.

There was change in her posture. All these while she was speaking in a low voice bending her shoulder and was not looking right at me. Now she was firm and steady and made an eye contact with me.

Swati: “What you want? To sleep with me? Tell me.”, She spoke in with an unshaken voice.

Me: “Yeah right! Go home. Let me see what I can do” I nearly closed the door on her face.

It wasn’t a tough task to call Avik and get Swati’s father out of the mess unharmed. Though principal Chakraborty was adamant to accept my help, his wife and both daughters were grateful.

After 3 days on a Saturday afternoon Swati brought a Tiffin box paratha and mutton curry.

Swati : “Mom sent it.”, she announced while placing it on the dining table. “And she said thanks again”.

She was a wearing a sky-blue color frock till her knees and a light pink color top, looked like she just had a bath and hair were open and still wet. I slowly stepped forward at her, caught her wrist and pulled hard towards me. She got imbalanced and fell on me. I held her waist, pulled her closer and kissed those soft red lips.

After almost a minute when we broke of our kiss, she leaned on me.

Swati: “I hate you. You have no respect for my father, you’re alcoholic, I saw you bringing those useless girls at your place every now and then, and you are ten years older than me.” She was almost out of breath while whispering those words.

Me: “Yeah! I am a bad guy”, and I lifted her like a doll in my both arms, carry her to the bed room and threw her on the bed. Then like a hungry tiger I leisurely crawled at her.

We kissed again and I shoved my tongue inside her. She looked at me with big dark eyes.

Swati: “No man ever touched me till today. I vowed to save myself for a better man”.

Me: “I assure you, I am the worst man of all you ever met or ever will.”

I placed my hand inside her skirt and with a swift pull I brought the undergarment to her ankle, the other hand was busy playing her soft bosoms. It barely took a minute to strip every bit her clothes. She didn’t resist at all.

I still don’t know how her tender fragile teenage body took the brutal assault. Mad with lust and desire I became a beast. After the storm we were lying naked in bed, in each other’s arms. She was sobbing and I was holding her tight, too tight.

Few days passed. On a Sunday afternoon when I was working on my laptop, there was a knock on the door.

As I opened I saw Iti, the younger sister of Swati was standing there.

Me: “Come in”. I invited her in. She stepped inside hesitatingly.

Me:”What’s up?”

Iti: “There is a guy bothering me, he is a student at dad’s college. I don’t want to tell him, he is already in too much trouble with the students. Swati is also acting weirdly for last few days. I heard that guy is also the part of same student political group who held my dad in the college that day”

I looked at her, closely. She has the same stature like Swati, almost the same height. She was in her uniform, plated hair, hardly 2 years younger than Swati. Same big dark eyes, puffy cheeks, red lips, same……….

Me: “I’ll see what I can do. Now go home”.