Khyati POV

I used to flaunt my beautiful skin, body and external appearance, which is reduced to ashes now. The hell fire is worse than the actual fire. The elemental fire burns our skin, muscles and bones, but once the nerve endings are burnt, the victim cannot feel further pain since the pain sensors are dead now.

This certainly doesn't happen with the hellfire. It keeps burning you, and you won't be dead too, because you are already dead. I'm dead, but my soul is destined to suffer this pain for eternity.

My father used to advise me to follow Krishna, to devote myself to Him for a beautiful afterlife, but I was sure that I would never die, so I didn't heed his words. Something I regret so badly right now.

I see Krishna standing at a distance, with His arms spread wide to embrace me, but I can't move to Him anymore. I am stuck. I am tied to hell forever.

The priest whom I murdered right before my death was standing with Krishna, smiling and clapping cheerfully. He must be crooning bhajans for Him. I wish I could be there too.

I glanced at my father offering flowers to His feet. Krishna smiled, drew out His flute and began playing a melody lovingly. The devotees were dancing. I could listen to it for a few moments, and the seem to be subsiding, but it stopped, enhancing the pain all over again.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

A painful shaky cry escaped my lips. I gazed at my tied wrists, that were burnt terribly. They were charred, but I was still burning in that blazing red hell fire.

Suddenly, Krishna disappeared from there. I want Him. Just His sight was soothing my ache, but he wasn't there anymore.

"Kr...... Kr......."

I couldn't even utter His name from my cursed mouth. I had fallen to an extent where I couldn't even utter His name.

How ironical is this? We as humans don't give a damn about the energy of the source. We are lost in worldly affairs, imagining ourselves to be the doers, the destiny makers, but we are nothing in reality. Just a part of illusion that is created by the source.

But poor us are destined to take trillions of births to get dissolved in that source, but the devotees break this chain because of the love they develop for the Divine.

The Divine submerges them into Himself, freeing them from this messed up birth-death cycle. This is something that I knew since childhood as my father kept telling me this every evening, but destiny had evil plans for me.

The astrological placements during my birth were the reason why the Devil chose me. There was a constant conflict between my desires and my father's teachings, but I chose my desires.... intentionally, and now I suffer the consequences.

This hellfire is burning me, the skin over my body is melting but there is no end to this torture. Atleast the earthly people die after immense torture, but I am suffering this after my death, and there is no escape now.

There is no voice left in my throat now. I don't know how long this will go. This certainly has no end, but circumstances weren't always like this. I was a well mannered lady once, until I met my cursed destiny.

My story is a tragedy - a tragedy that shouldn't be repeating with anyone else. There is no refuge other than Divine!

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The story will begin once Chandralekha ends!

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