The following day, Nitya joined her friends at one of their homes for a group study session. As they sat in her friend's room, poring over their notes, one of them shared a disturbing news report. A man had brutally murdered his own newborn daughter, driven by a twisted desire for a son. Nitya was deeply unsettled by the news, her emotions swirling with outrage and sorrow.
A sudden chill ran down Nitya's spine as a creeping sense of dread settled in her chest. A disturbing realization dawned on her - she might actually know who the next victim was going to be.
The night on which the next murder was going to happen Nitya paced her room, determined to resist the dark forces that seemed to control her. She had vowed to stay awake, fearing what she might do in her sleep. But fate had other plans.
That night, while taking a bath, Nitya's foot slipped on the wet floor, sending her tumbling onto the cold tiles. Her head hit the edge of the bathtub with a sickening crunch, and everything went black.
In her dream, Nitya witnessed a horrific scene: a man cradling a baby in his arms, his other hand clutching a knife. With a swift, brutal motion, he plunged the blade into the baby's stomach. As the infant's blood dripped down, Nitya was consumed by a fury that coursed through her veins.
With a fierce determination, she sprinted towards the man, a sword materializing in her hand. In a swift, deadly arc, she struck, severing both of his hands. The man screamed in agony, pleading for mercy, but remained unyielding. With a final, ruthless stroke, she slit his throat, silencing his cries forever.
As her rage subsided, Nitya slowly regained control of herself. She gazed down at her hands, horrified to see them covered in blood. Fear crept in, and she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her.
Just as she was struggling to compose herself, she heard a faint noise behind her. She spun around, and her eyes landed on a figure shrouded in shadows. For a few moments, she couldn't make out any distinct features. Then, as her vision adjusted, she realized it was a woman.
The woman's face was obscured, except for two piercing red eyes that seemed to bore into Nitya's soul. Her long hair cascaded down her back like a dark waterfall, adding to the eerie aura that surrounded her.
"Don't try to avoid your duty" the woman warned, her voice low and menacing, sending shivers down Nitya's spine. "Born from me, you belong to me. Remember your purpose; it's bigger than ordinary human deeds. You're a vessel for my wrath, a tool for justice."
The woman's words echoed in Nitya's mind, filling her with a sense of foreboding.
Nitya jolted awake, her body tense as she lay on her bed. Her mind was still reeling from the vivid, disturbing dream she had just had. But as she slowly sat up and her thoughts cleared, a chilling realization set in. It wasn't just a dream. The events she had witnessed in her subconscious had actually occurred. She had really killed the man. The weight of this truth crushed her, sending a wave of fear and panic coursing through her veins.
During the breakfast the news confirmed her worst fears: another murder, identical to her dream. The victim was the same man she had killed in her dream.
Overwhelmed by the turmoil within, Nitya went to meet the enigmatic stranger, seeking his wisdom and guidance. She hoped to find a way to break free from the cycle of violence that seemed to be consuming her. The stranger's expression softened, his eyes filled with compassion and understanding, as he spoke in a gentle tone, "It's only natural, Nitya. You're human, grappling with the weight of divine responsibilities. But I can share with you the ancient wisdom of Vidya, a knowledge that will help you navigate this complex path."
Nitya embarked on a transformative journey, dedicating herself to daily lessons that aimed to harmonize her inner world. Her regimen included meditations to soothe her mind, pooja rituals to foster a deeper connection with Mahakali, and yagya ceremonies to purify her soul. As she progressed, she learned potent mantras to concentrate her thoughts and prayers to invoke Mahakali's divine guidance, seeking to align herself with the goddess's wisdom and power.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Nitya's transformation was gradual, but profound. She felt her senses heighten, her intuition sharpen.
Finally, her training was complete.
"You'll know when and whom to target," he said, his eyes gleaming with a knowing intensity. "And you'll communicate with Mahakali, understanding her will. You'll be her instrument, her sword."
Months passed, with a series of murders, each echoing her dreams. Nitya struggled to reconcile her actions with her moral code.
One night, Mahakali spoke to Nitya in a dream, revealing her ultimate purpose.
"The time of reckoning approaches," Mahakali's voice whispered, her words dripping with an otherworldly authority. "Your true task awaits. Prepare yourself"
