Nitya stood frozen, her mind consumed by fear and doubt. The politician's words had struck a chord, and she couldn't shake off the feeling that he was right - who would believe her? She was on the verge of giving up, her resolve crumbling under the weight of her own insecurities.
Just as she was about to surrender, a gentle yet powerful voice whispered in her ear. It was the goddess Mahakali, her voice like a soothing balm to Nitya's frayed nerves.
"Nitya, don't be afraid," the goddess said. "Truth doesn't need to be proved. The courts of humans may require evidence and witnesses, but in my court, time itself is the witness. And I, Mahakali, the goddess of time, am the one who delivers the final verdict: evil must be punished."
Nitya felt a surge of energy and determination course through her veins. The goddess's words were like a wake-up call, reminding her of the power that lay within her.
"Gather yourself, Nitya," Mahakali urged. "Punish him for his evil deeds. You are not alone in this fight. I am with you, guiding and empowering you.
After hearing the goddess's words nitya felt a course building up inside her and with a fierce determination burning within her, Nitya grasped an iron rod, its weight substantial and reassuring in her hand. In one swift, decisive motion, she plunged the rod into the politician's neck, the force of the blow fueled by her righteous anger. The politician's body crumpled to the ground, lifeless, as Nitya stood over him, her chest heaving with exertion.
For a fleeting instant, her eyes blazed with a fierce, otherworldly energy, as if the very essence of Mahakali had awakened within her. Her dark hair fell wild and untamed around her shoulders, framing her face with a fierce, primal beauty. Her hands, stained with the politician's blood, seemed to embody the goddess's unyielding power.
As the moment hung suspended, Nitya appeared to embody the fierce spirit of Mahakali, her entire being radiating an aura of unbridled strength and righteous fury. But as the intensity of the moment began to fade, exhaustion suddenly claimed her, and she slumped to the ground, fainting.
As Nitya lay there, Mahakali reappeared, her presence a warm, comforting embrace that enveloped Nitya's battered form. The goddess's gentle energy seemed to soothe Nitya's frazzled nerves, calming the turbulent emotions that had driven her to commit the act of violence.
Mahakali's gentle voice whispered words of wisdom in Nitya's ear. "Your task is now complete," she said. "Yet, your purpose went far beyond mere vengeance. It was to awaken to your own inner strength, to realize that the power to overcome lies within you. You don't need to rely on external forces or seek validation from others. Simply call upon me, gather your courage, and embody the spirit of Mahakali yourself. For in doing so, you will unlock the boundless potential that lies within, and become a force to be reckoned with."
Nitya's eyes slowly fluttered open, and she found herself in the familiar surroundings of her own bedroom. However, her memories of the previous night's events were shrouded in a thick haze, as if veiled by a thin layer of fog. She tried to recall the details, but they seemed to slip through her fingers like sand.
Downstairs, the sound of her parents' hushed conversation drifted up, accompanied by the murmur of the television. Nitya's curiosity was piqued, and she threw off her covers, padding softly to the staircase. As she descended, the conversation grew clearer, and she caught snippets of the news report.
Nitya's eyes slowly fluttered open, and she found herself in the familiar surroundings of her own bedroom. However, her memories of the previous night's events were shrouded in a thick haze, as if veiled by a thin layer of fog. She tried to recall the details, but they seemed to slip through her fingers like sand.
Downstairs, the sound of her parents' hushed conversation drifted up, accompanied by the murmur of the television. Nitya's curiosity was piqued, and she threw off her covers, padding softly to the staircase. As she descended, the conversation grew clearer, and she caught snippets of the news report.
"...gruesome murder...politician found dead...authorities baffled..." Her parents' voices were laced with a mixture of shock and fascination.
Nitya entered the kitchen, and her parents turned to her, concern etched on their faces. "Good morning, beta," her mother said, handing her a steaming cup of tea. "Did you hear about the politician's murder?"
Nitya took a sip of her tea, her eyes widening in feigned surprise. "Wow," she said, her voice measured. "It's as if Mahakali herself killed him." The words slipped out effortlessly, and she smiled to herself, aware of the subtle transformation that had taken place within her.
Her parents exchanged knowing glances, unaware of the depth of their daughter's words. To them, it was just a casual remark, a figure of speech. But Nitya knew the truth – that a part of her had indeed become Mahakali, and that this newfound inner strength would stay with her forever.
THANKYOU
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