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Siren’s Call Story By Farheen Kazmi

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The inebriated men walked in a stupor on a dark marooned road. Vega watched them with narrowed eyes. She smirked and then grinned. In the mansion she lived in, the wide glass windows provided a clear view of the outside.

Vega smiled a self deprecating one. It would be her five hundredth kill today. Sadly she was going to celebrate the occasion all alone. At a kitty party at her ancestral home four years back Vega had announced about leaving the brutal traditional way of handling the dark magic. Her own people shunned her then. She had cried that night. But now the independence of living with her own power in hands made her so much stronger.

The four men were going to be a delicious snack. Vega’s inner Rakshasi grew restless. Her eyes pure golden came forth with vengeance. A month passed without her finding a victim. She was hungry tonight.

Vega started to shapeshift by just looking on. Her hair untangled itself and reigned free and fell wild across her shoulders. Her eyes started to fill with crimson when a woman all alone walked front.

Poor human woman was left stranded without any conveyance to be dropped at her accommodation. Vega knew the woman’s name. Shreya. She was a twenty five year old techie who worked night shifts at a company which was located far from her house.

The evening sun drew into its usual dusk and moved towards its mysterious friend named night.

Vega looked on as her heart wrenched when the drunk men abruptly stopped walking and lasciviously watched the woman walk front from the opposite side of the road.

Vega looked up at the sky.

“Why chose me? I’m a Rakshasi. I’m not fit to do the job. Why would you want me, my Queen to save the paltry human?” Vega questioned the Goddess of her parallel realm.

Because penance is earned. The answer came quick and firm. Vega’s sin was once she killed an innocent human in one of her fitful rage which took over her when she transformed into a Rakshasi during a rare appearance of a blood moon.

Vega looked on as Shreya’s eyes turned fearful. The men started to jeer at her. Called her names. Taunted her asking if she was a hooker. One of the men then lurched forward and grabbed at Shreya’s waist.

Vega snarled. The mansion started to rattle and her rose garden came alive with a wonderful scent filling up the night’s air. Within minutes the men turned around like puppets sniffing in the sweetness emitting from the roses.

The woman looked on shocked when Vega appeared as a beautiful apparition in front of the mansion. Vega started to sing an alluring song which made the men to walk towards her with smiling wide eyes.

When their stench of dirty inner souls came forward Vega shapeshifted and cried a keening shrill. She grabbed at each screeching men and tore them apart one by one.


About the Author

Farheen Kazmi is a newbie contemporary romance writer. She has her work published on Amazon as well. She is a voracious reader first, before being an author. She also writes poetry as it is closer to her heart. She is a great fan of the novels written by Agatha Christie and Charlotte Brontë. She is an MBA graduate and has worked in the field for a bit before quitting it to pursue what she loved the most. Writing gave her the needed liberty to play with words and characters. It is what inspired her to be herself. She plans to keep progressing and improving a lot in the field of writing. She feels it is a long way for her to go before achieving something big. Striving hard is the motto and it is her mantra too. The above story written by her has been chosen as the first winner in #plethoraquiz4 #nanostory prompt by Plethora Blogazine conducted on its Facebook Official Group Page.



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