The Queen of Darkness!

By Birister Sharma

There is no light....

There is no hope......

There is only darkness and darkness.....

It is a door of ditch, once anyone got trap in its jaws, fall in its deep darkness forever.

There is no rescue.....

There is no turning back.....

Rani is a simple and naive girl, living in her own beautiful and imaginary world. She is unknown to the external world. She is like a butterfly, hovering hither and thither. She is like a bird, flattering her wings to sour in the open sky.

However, one day, her beautiful world came to the abrupt halt; her own uncle, Raghu cajoled her to accompany with him to see her ailing elder sister. But Raghu betrayed her, and trapped her like a prey and hurled her in the midst of hungry human beast to quench the appetites of their lust.

Helpless and hapless Rani, tried to free herself from the shackles of that dark world, but in vain, she is all alone, nobody is there to rescue her, the more she tried to unknot herself, the more she is trapping herself into the deep ditch of darkness.

Poor Rani is mentally and physically tortured, humiliated, and treated as a beast of burden. Her mind, body and soul is killed. She is dragged into the dark world of prostitution. She is forced to transform into a sex symbol. She is renamed as ‘Dolly’ and tagged her ‘the Night Queen.’

Can Rani free herself from that dark world and wear out her tagged ‘the Night Queen’?

What happen to her elder sister?

Can she ever find her?

Can she take her avenge against Raghu?

‘The Night Queen,’ is a realistic story of dark world of prostitution, unseen crimes, humiliations, sins, evils, revenge.

Disclaimer: Please note that this book is contain with adult materials. Not appropriate for teenagers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Birister Sharma
• Release date: Oct 24, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311295873

Birister Sharma

Birister Sharma studied Aeronautical Engineering and did his graduation in Journalism & Mass Communication. And he followed his true heart calling to become an author. Now he is a full time author. He has wide areas of interest- reading, writing, motivation, meditation, giving speeches, spiritualism, singing, painting, watching movies, playing cricket & traveling a lot and meeting with new people. He has penned down dozens of self-help motivational books and novels so far.Apart from the entire above mentioned persona, he always likes to live a simple life and high thinking. He loves to spend his quality time while reading good books of rich morals, wisdom and knowledge.He wants to crave with his pen the best motivational books and fictions of all generations in his life. His life's mission is to guide the people, who have lost the charms of life, and to spread the fragrance of wisdom and knowledge far and wide, and to make this world a better place to live.He is an avid follower of Bhagwat Gita."Karmanye Vadhikaraste, Ma phaleshou kada chana" - You have the right to perform your actions, but you are not entitled to the fruits of the actions.You can follow him @ https://www.instagram.com/birister/You can visit @ his blog @ http://www.studentviewpage.blogspot.comYou can follow him @ https://www.facebook.com/BiristerSharmaAuthor/https://twitter.com/birister2007You may contact him @ [e-mail]

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The Queen

Of

Darkness!

She starts hunting when her preys are in deep slumber.....

Birister Sharma

Copyright© by Birister Sharma

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the

Author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual

Events are purely coincidental.

Dedicated to my beloved wife

Pallabi Devi Sharma

This novel is completely based on fictional work. If there is any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

1

Smile and Laughter

I was born in a small village in Dholpur. My father was a small farmer. Our family was very happy and prosperous. I had three elder sisters and one younger brother. I enjoyed all the happiest moments of my childhood days along with my elder sisters and with my younger brother. Our father and mother loved us more than their lives.

Our life was full of fun, fairs and feasts.

I enjoyed every moment of my life with a jest and thrilled. Father and mother brought us happiness and joys. They fulfilled our every desire and wishes. They nurtured us as if we were their soft blooming flowers and upbringing us, as we were theirs prince and princess.

Amongst our sisters, there was not much age difference; it might be merely a year difference amongst us. We loved each other very much.

We loved music and dance.

We rehearsed continued for many days and many nights with the tape recorder and some time with the songs played in radios before any competitions or any cultural events. There was no electricity in our village so we had to play the music and songs with the help of batteries.

In every festival of Holi, Desahera and Dipawali we took part in song and dance competitions in our village and in other villages. We had won many prizes. We danced the group dance and solo dance. We sang folk songs and songs of Hindi movies. Mesmerized all the audience of our village and invited guests in our village programmes. People praised us and encouraged us to perform better and better.

We invite your group for our cultural events this year. Please perform for us.

The people of distant villages offered us cordially to take part in their cultural fairs and feast.

We enjoyed a lot while performing there. We got not only prizes, but also money for our good performance.

We played games and sports in our village. In games and sports, we always stood first. In Kabaddi matches, we played for our village. We had played many Kabaddi matches in our village and in distant villages and won many trophies and medals for our village. We were the pride of our village.

In every activity in our village, we took part very seriously and actively.

Our names were in everybody’s mouth.

Radhima, Radha, Radhika and Rani

We were very naughty and mischievous, pulling everybody’s legs whenever we got the opportunity, even though everybody in our village loves us very much.

Every day we had new and new mischievous plans, masterminded by us. Sometime we had very scary and terrified experienced and sometime we had very exciting and thrilling experience. We had our own expeditions and explorations.

There were many countless numbers of incidents and events happened with us.

However, we never gave up our mischievous acts. We enjoyed a lot in our every mischievous act.

We were clever in our every mischievous act. We played our every role very cunningly and smartly. We never left any clue or hint after our mischievous acts.

No complains had reached in our home about our mischievous acts.

We never caught red handed except in few minor occasions.

On one occasion, we went to steal sugarcane from the village sugarcane field in the wee hour of the morning.

We had already made a plan that we would wake up at three in the morning. And I got responsibility to awaken them.

Didi-didi awake, awake, it’s morning I woke up my elder sisters, continuously.

However, they were fast asleep.

Radhima didi awake……Radha didi awake…..Radhika didi awake……

RRaani….please don’t disturb……get sleep… We’ve still time……

They covered their heads with blankets and sleep again.

I remained awake for a few minutes, and then I too got sleep.

The cocks and hens were clacking to awake the human soul, and the awaking birds were chirping in the trees.

It was almost dawn.

Then from nowhere I got a sudden jerk.

I was in deep slumber. I was dreaming very sweet dreams.

Rani-Rani-Rani awake…..awake….. Radhima didi awaken me.

My dreams broke suddenly.

I woke up with sudden jerks as the earth displaced beneath my legs.

What happened? What happened? Why did you awaken me? I asked in sleepy tones.

We have to go… Radha didi replied.

Where?? I had forgotten everything.

Aree dumb we’ve to go…… Radhika didi said.

Oho…. I said, getting my senses.

Then we ran to the sugarcane field.

It was a chilly morning of December. The fogs were covered everywhere. We couldn’t see the roads properly. We were shivering in the cold.

We were afraid to steal, but we were determined, committed to our mission.

We cut the sugarcane as much as we could and relished the taste of juicy sugarcane. Even we tried to uproot the sugarcane sticks, which were impossible task for us.

We gathered sugarcane as many as we could. Even we couldn’t carry all the sugarcanes along with us.

Didi I can’t carry this much….please help me. I said.

Didi we’ve gathered so much, how could we carry at home? Radha asked.

Father and mother will kill us if they know our stealing. We can’t carry at home. Radhika said worrying.

Radhima didi thought very seriously. She didn’t get any idea.

Why don’t we keep somewhere, hiding in some secret place so that nobody can find it? I said.

……And when we come back from our school, then we would have……

Yeah-Yeah…. It is a best idea…. Radhima didi said.

Then we hid all the stealing sugarcane sticks in the bushes and planned that after school we would have our juicy sugarcane.

After school at noon, we came back very happy to relish the sugarcane.

But we didn’t find.

We searched everywhere where we had kept our sugarcane sticks.

And what we saw that the village kids and the herds of cattle were having the juicy sugarcanes happily.

We were very disappointed.

On another occasion, it was very hot summer noon when the people usually have their naps. We chose the perfect timing for our mission. We went to steal mangoes from the mango orchard of our village. The mango orchard surrounded by walls on all sides. There was only one main gate where the gatekeeper kept his vigil eyes day and night. We went very cautiously, tiptoed, climbed over the wall of the orchard. We fell down with loud thuds, injured our legs and knees even we didn’t give up and we entered inside the mango orchard finally. Then we started plucking mangoes as many as we could. We were very delighted. Even we had tasted the juicy mangoes. The moment was very exciting and thrilling. But our sweet moment of relishing the taste of mangoes didn’t last long. When I was on the topmost branch of the mango tree, plucking ripe mangoes, the six hungry dogs came there and started barking me violently. I was very terrified. My happiness and enjoyment subdued instantly. I thought if these six hungry dogs would get me then they would tear away my flesh, and if they bite me, I must have sixteen injections in my stomach. When I scanned to find out my elder sisters, they were nowhere. They left me alone before the danger approach nearer. I was very angry with them. I was dangling with the branch of the mango tree, and before I could think any plan, the branch broke and I fell down very badly. I could see the whole universe in front of my eyes. Somehow, I got up and ran for my life and before I could reach out of the danger zone, somebody held my hands tightly. When I looked up I saw my father standing in front of me.

Actually, my father took permission from the watchman on that day to have some fresh mangoes from the orchard.

We were caught red handed.

But father didn’t tell about our stealing episode to mother, otherwise we would get hard trashes. Father just warned us not to steal anything from anywhere in the near future.

From that day onwards, we stopped stealing anything from anywhere. When I thought about the terrified scene at that very moment wherein one side the six hungry dogs chasing me and on the other hand some unknown person caught me red handed.

Our mischievous acts were countless.

In every season, we had our new games and new plans.

In the summer season we bathed in our village ponds and lakes for long hour along with village girls, even we didn’t heed who was calling us and who was yelling us. We lost in our world of enjoyments and excitements, swimming and jumping, laughing and screaming were our games and sports. Therefore, we were always late while pouring water in our pots of the river water and at home, we got hard trashes by mother. But we didn’t mind.

In rainy season, we wetted under the showers of raindrops until we felt the flow of mucus from our nostrils and we didn’t stop our playing until mother chased us with a big stick.

In autumn season when the dry breezes started blowing, we didn’t hide ourselves in the rooms, but we came out to hang out in the village.

When the season became sweet, awesome we made swing on the branches of trees, and we enjoyed swinging and singing romantic songs of some of the super hit Hindi movies.

During the spring season, our lives turned more and more colorful with the blooming of flowers, more and more beautiful with the sprouting of new leaves. The whole environment of our village looked green and colorful.

We made garlands with the beautiful flowers and played a game of the bride and groom, and arranged our marriages.

We felt new jest and enthusiasms in our lives.

Even in our home inside and outside our mischievous acts never stop.

We quarreled for little-little things. We chased like cats and dogs. We fought like cocks and bulls. We quarreled like enemies. We hugged like fast friends. We loved like lovers. Now friends. Now enemies. Fights and arguments were our regular routines, without it, life was impossible.

For a moment, we were friends. For a moment, we were enemies. Laughter and cries continued. No limits of pranks, teasing and taunting. Life was full of jokes; cursing and accusing were its integral parts.

Whenever father bought us anything the high dramas were begun……….

This is for me……this not for you……I like this……..I like that…….