‘amazing ! you are brilliant Shruti . . .’, Jatin interrupted and ticked at his shoulder to do so. They did so, striking the three pair of eyes at success, but gradually the pair of lights paused a few feet distance, and eventually turned round to the other side. A consequent splatter of water was heard and those pair of lights finally ended somewhere in the moonlight shades on the other side of the brook.
‘Ah! We made it finally . . .’, Jatin ejaculated and gasped at the figure with wide eyes, now clearly visible. It was a nearly two metres long, grey, stout wolf with shabby fur and cruel eyes. They were the one famously denigrated for inhabiting and crossing the far edge of the mountains down to the forest every other day. It faced up to deliver a long howl that stretched a minute, but slipped eventually in the canopy.
While over an hour of crisscross walking they finally halted at the stunted projection of building – merely the carcass of palace. Walls were penetrated with wild rotten branches. Roots shooting all up to the windows and piercing the edge; god knows what caught their eyes, but Golu felt like watching it all his life.
‘what are you doing . . . shouldn’t we go and check for the interior, after all we’ve walked so far, taking enormous pains . . .’, Jatin exclaimed and his face broke into a grin.
‘ not so soon . . .’, Shruti interrupted and pulled out a mobile phone from the sides of her jacket.
‘have you brought it too . . .?’, Jatin asked.
‘yes! I love to do my homework’, Shruti added while Golu came back with a chuckle –
‘ then we’ll definitely shoot this beautiful palace from the interior and show it to Alam and his group that we too can live a night in a haunted palace . . .’.
‘that we’re definitely going to do', Shruti remarked.
‘ I think we shouldn’t have this attitude, rather we should pray that we set back home as safely as we are here, this moment’.
They walked ahead ignoring whether anything like him had ever come along. An enormously large entrance held high over a platform, nearly eight feet high. They tip-toed over the wide stairs, that eventually led them to a pitch dark interior. Nothing could be seen, except a small area, within the reach of mobile’s flashlight.
Everything was going very fine.
she'd even shot a few pieces from the entrance, and were making it into the enormous palace. It was an alley that opened into rooms that were wide and short. The first two doors opened into a hall, which once held hundreds of dead bodies . . . while the courtiers were burnt alive in an invasion.
‘looks quite decent . . . nothing so extraordinary! Ya! There’s a high platform and dozen of pillars along which the courtiers sat . . . ’, Golu exclaimed., Shruti interrupted – ‘well! What more do you expect . . . Nobel girls serving you, or a few asking for the drink . . . ‘, she chuckled and Jatin too followed, but Golu walked out annoyed and agitated.
Shruti walked along Jatin discussing over intimidating topics –
‘well Jatin, what you think has made this house haunted . . .’, Golu’s flapped ears twitched at the ends.
‘I don’t remember . . .but that might be due to some issues of the queens residing out her, because people say they have seen the queens lurking out in this alley . . .’ –
‘are you sure Jatin, is this the same alley dear?’. Golu...