CHAPTER 3

  THE COLD CHESTS OF HARLOTS

  Rudr—?Wha—appened?He—bleeding!—e ran into a bear.It attac–d us—Wha—! Rud—open your eyes—Rudra!

  Broken fragments of familear voices spiralled around his ears but suddenly a silence broke out in his mind.A complete void , as if the ripples of water surface just died , and left behind a terrifyingly still water, with unmeasured depthand horrors. Yet an echo broke out faintly , like a glister of distant stars from childhood. A voice , of a man probably .And a familear one at that.His face a blurry recognition.

  "Rudra whenever I see your form , I wonder , is this how a monster look like?"

  With a snap , eyes of Rudra were open , beautiful spheres that reflected the cold dew, paired with a sudden feeling of cold.

  The vision is yet blurry , and shiny at that. But there are voices that form the shape .

  The sound of birds chirping , of sonny boys , hustle bustle of faint throng, bargaining women , laughter of maidens ,combined with a sweet smell of ghee , probably from the sweets. And most familear of those all, the smell of early morning mist and that little feeling of goosebumps on bareskin.

  He could feel that the tip of his nose was stiff with cold.

  And before even his vision could become clear , he could tell where he was .

  " Why are we in Indaki?"

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  Rudra asked who sat in front of him in a bullock cart . Steam left with his breath as he spoke.

  On rudra's question shiva smile and says they were here for both his treatment and to give gifts to Rudra's fiancee.

  On it Rudra with a plain face replies , "I am asking why are we going through the brothel street then?". On it Shiva gives a sheepish smile .

  Along the lanes , beautiful and worn out young women drank with vessel in their hands, their eyes were darkened , telling the tales of their nights. Some were sitting bare chested , some even full nude , some calling men , while some were angry. Some's husbands and brothers were finding them customers .

  Their cart passed through the a similear building , with wooden lining and a yound prostitute with bare torso was standing against a pillar. She looked at Rudra for a moment with no expression as their cart moved from her sight , she then looked up , leaving a tired misty exhale in coldmorning.

  Suddenly an energetic voice called her.

  " Hey you miss!"(The cart is gone, going toward its destination)

  Her eyes comes down , infront a man or rather a boy not more than 16 or 17 stood.A sword in hand and fire in his eyes.

  "Huh?what do u want boy?"

  Seeing her bare chest , the boy panicking gazes ground. And says aloud.

  " i want you to call the Kshtria who is named Yaksha , i have heard from city folks that he is at your service inside, please call him miss!"

  " Yaksha huh? What you want from that bastard tiger? "

  "I want -I want a duel with him"

  " pfhuhahaha! You want what!haha!"

  She crackled at his words , but the boy stood firm.Suddenly with Soma glass in one hand , Yaksha comes out of the building, drunk . He was like a wall , half a bamboo tall , weighing equilent to a young bull.

  " A sonny boy huh?" He says while his hand goes around the woman's shoulders and grabbing one of her breast.

  " Respected Kshtria Yaksha , I Lomasha the son of Swetketu , a kshtria by birth ask for a duel with you! And with the glory of a Kshtriya you should abide!"

  "Another vagabond out of home for glory eh? I Yaksha shall accept your challenge , one who lose shall die!haha"

  He had no chance of chance of victory against him , at a critical moment the boy dodges , his two left hand fingers gets chopped off , yet he remains standing , and not run , due to his pride , impressed Yaksha laughs , and throws his sword and turn around and begins to go back in the building saying, " Go boy become something first , i will kill you then !"

  "Kill me-"

  " i am no kshtria boy , i am a Brahmin who like sword thats it , i have so such glory, so i dont

  need to abide the rules of Kshatrias ,Go no!"

  The boy stands up , his hand trembling with pain.

  " Sir Yaksha ! I will definately kill you someday!i promise you that with my all respect!"

  Yaksha waves his hand from behind , showing his back, no telling he was smiling or not.

  While the prostitute looks at the boy with concern ,kindness and maybe something else very soft and tender.

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