It was a full moon night. Traditional Indian music was bieng played. Wine and flavoured cashewnuts along with other special dishes were being served. The dancers were dancing and pleasing the audience with all they could to gain maximum favours. The place was claded with such a grandeur and splendour that even the heavenly court of Indradev[1] paled in comparison.
This was the private court of Fauzdaar Pavilion. The walls were made of tough black stone. The walls sported many sculptures depicting the story of Lord Kuber![2]. the pillars and top had designing of gold and sparkling rubies were embedded in it . It had huge mirrors hung between free places which efficiently reflected and spread the light of fire stones[3] throughout the court, illuminating the place as if in broad daylight. Silken crimson curtains adored the place. The guests were seated in diwaans[4] made of gold which had the most comfortable cushions.
At the end of the court on the majestic throne a man was seated. He was busy with his wine, watching dancers. A certain dancer wearing blue dress and tiara caught his eye. The man was none other than the Master of the Pavilion - Mahish. Clad in the silken maroon dhoti, wearing the ancestral ivory necklace and dorning the extravagant pagadi[5] looked no less than the king of heaven.
Without caring about others he stood up and started dragging the dancer in blue. The girl first hesitated but quickly followed him as she got a pouch of gold coins. Others in the court continued enjoying the remaining dances as if nothing had happened.
Mahish was leading the girls towards one of the inner chambers.
Located at the foothills of Chaukul Mountains The grand and massive Manor made of black sederite stone was the Fauzdaar Pavilion. It was considered as the ultimate symbol of power and prosperity in the Western India. Heavily gaurded by humans as well as magical beasts, it was blessed with scenic views of forests and valleys.
The blue clothed dancer girl was brought in one of the extravagant private rooms of the Pavilion. It had a feminine touch to it. Exclusively carved wooden furniture, velvet cushions and beddings, perfect dressing table with attached dressing room, and many luxurious vases and cases were placed in the room. One of the walls of had a life size potrait - a painting of the (previous) owner of the room... It was ANAMIKA.
Throwing the girl on the bed, Mahish unceremoniously pounded on her. Her clothes and jewellery was ripped of her body exposing her womanhood. For next few hours gaurds and miads passing by the room could hear loud moans and a sound which sounded like rocking of bed.
After the rhythmic snoring sound could be heard from the gaint man, the girl beside him hieved a sigh of relief and began to praise her luck for being chosen by Mahish. What she didn't know was the fact that Mahish had killed every girl that he bedded for one night.