पिशाच का जुनून - Chapter 1
((Om's Savagery))<br />
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The last watch of the night was ongoing. Three men stood outside an outhouse built in the middle of England's dense forest, Sherwood Forest, taking drags from their cigarettes.<br />
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One of them said, "What has gotten into Om today? Why is he taking so long to ravish a girl?"<br />
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Another said, "Oh man, you know our Om is principled. He won't touch a girl without her consent."<br />
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The third friend said, "Man, it's too late now. I can't wait any longer. I'm going to check on him. What's the problem? Why is he taking so long?"<br />
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"Yeah man, he's right. We have to go and see. What's the reason? Why can't even the girl's hot voice be heard?"<br />
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Suddenly, the sky darkened with black clouds, and strange animal sounds began to be heard. One of the three friends said, "By the way, man, what night is it today?"<br />
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The second friend, with his hand on his forehead, said, "Oh sheet! We're dead! Today is the dark night of the new moon! And today Om, instead of being Om..."<br />
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He had barely said that when the three friends looked at each other and ran back towards the bungalow.<br />
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Upon reaching there, they saw a very beautiful, semi-nude girl lying drenched in blood, and beside her sat Om Thakur, with his glowing eyes and sharp, long teeth.<br />
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Om Thakur was no ordinary human. He was cursed. Every new moon, he would transform from a normal human into a terrifying vampire, a danger to any ordinary person.<br />
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He had sunk his teeth into the girl's shoulders and drained her body of every drop of blood like water. Seeing Om's savagery, the three friends trembled terribly, but then...<br />
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The three friends, mustering courage, lifted Om and took him to a room with green walls and began to try to calm him down. After that, they picked up the lifeless body of the girl and began to dig a hole to bury her in the dense forest.<br />
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While burying the girl, one friend said, "Man, with so much difficulty, I brought this beautiful calamity here. I thought the four of us friends would make these three days of university holidays more fun. But that Om has once again taken another girl's life. He neither does anything with girls himself nor lets us do anything. Like the last seventeen girls, he has drained her body of blood too. It would have been better if at least we three had had some fun with her. I bought her for a full fifty thousand dollars!"<br />
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Saying this, one friend, feigning tears, began to bury the girl in the dense forest.<br />
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Meanwhile, in a small village in India, the school bell had rung. All the children ran out, making noise. Just then, the elderly Master Dinanathji slipped and fell. Some children and teachers noticed him and moved to help him up.<br />
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Masterji was highly respected throughout the village. Everyone looked at him with respect. Single-handedly, Masterji had worked day and night to build a small school, roads, water, and much more in his village, and had provided free education to countless poor children. Some people, having received education from him, had moved to the city for jobs. Masterji's family consisted of his wife, Sharda, and his daughter, Sangeeta.<br />
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Sangeeta was deeply in love with music. Along with her melodious voice, she possessed a blessing. Whenever she sang, all the surrounding animals and birds would be mesmerized and dance. When she was young, a sage had visited their home. At that time, Sangeeta and her mother had served him greatly. As usual, while performing the puja of Goddess Mother, when little Sangeeta prayed in her sweet voice, the sage was immensely impressed by her tone and blessed her, saying that whenever you sing with your heart, all the sorrows, pains, and troubles of anyone who hears your music will vanish, and animals and birds will be mesmerized and dance before you.<br />
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Saying this, he left, but she and her mother had not paid much attention to it. As time passed, Sangeeta grew up. Sangeeta was now an extremely beautiful and attractive young woman. She did everything with her heart.<br />
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Slowly, Sangeeta realized the power of her voice. Whenever she sang from her heart, the troubles and difficulties of every listener would disappear, and animals and birds would sway. Gradually, this news spread like wildfire. Everyone wanted to hear Sangeeta sing, but she couldn't sing for everyone all the time. Everyone called her the girl with the magical voice.<br />
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Hearing of Sangeeta's fame, a local zamindar (landlord) once visited their home with a marriage proposal for his son. However, Masterji well understood his intentions. He postponed the marriage proposal for the time being, which greatly displeased the zamindar. The zamindar called Masterji the next day and thoroughly explained that his daughter would be his daughter-in-law, and he should engrave this in his heart and mind. The zamindar had directly threatened him. The zamindar's son was none other than Om Thakur, who was currently studying at a famous university in England, ....xxxxxxx........<br />
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