Samaira loves Devyansh. He resorts to black magic and devil worship. A teacher by profession, he had everything, name, fame, riches...all that he needed except the one. What was the one he was searching for? Nobody knew except a few. They formed his core group of confides. His world, a creation of his deception and black magic housed her for a long time, leaving her with many questions unanswered. He did not have any weapon to kill but he still managed to damage her mind, body and reputation beyond any repair. By deception, he created a bad world for her. A world full of greed, lust, anger, betting, prostitution, penchant for gold and foul smell. A magical world of illusions inhabited by tantric practices and other-worldly norms.
Waiting for her release from the magical den, she is cribbed, cabined and confined. It is no peaceful place but a haven contaminated with all things bad and abound with negative energies. Samaira has travelled past dimensions of time and space for a purpose - to lead her life with the anti-social elements of the Universe. Who are these anti-social elements? How will she lead her life with them? What do they want from her? Will they succeed?
Was she an ordinary mortal or an Incarnation?

The Hell Games

“The moment one begins to dream is the moment one begins to live…” 


"And I have reached my city of dreams. Here it is. Delhi. Let me take a cab to Sir's place, ", she thought. 


It was noon, and she had to reach the institute as soon as possible. 


"Everything is the same. Oh, there is a new restaurant. It must have opened recently". She pondered as she passed through GTB Nagar towards Mukherjee Nagar in a share cab. Mukherjee Nagar housed everyone equally. The same old student crowd crying different relationships, particularly that of student-teacher relationship. 


It was past noon when she reached the Mukherjee Nagar lane where a new banner of Aim Law Institute could be seen atop the building of the front office on the main road. It was lunchtime and the student crowd could be seen moving hither tither for food and drinks. 


The Last Thought