Shiva Novels & Stories

The mother knelt before the mist, her body shivering as she held her baby tight with her. The mist began to incite incantations as the room began to shake again. The mother struggled to pull away, but the hold of the mist was stronger. Like a pang, the baby in her hands began to cry to her mother’s surprise, as she hadn’t heard the sound of her baby since the moment she was born. Slowly, the purple mist took its final form, the INYOKA.

After we entertained all the customers, I heard a voice behind my back. “That guy is so handsome,” I saw Sierra, my packmate, who is two years older than me. She looks cute in her bob cut, light skin, and blue eyes. “Huh? Are you talking to me? Sierra, right?” Her eyes widened in shock. “Oh my goodness! I can’t believe that you know my name, Alpha King’s daughter!” I suddenly felt shy. “You don’t have to make it a big deal. I heard your name back then. Who are you talking about?”

This made me scared. "Please, who are you?" I asked in the most polite way possible. I did not want to annoy the woman; she was unbalanced. "Ah, finally asking me the right question." She said, smiling. She cleared her throat, I knew it was all an act, but nonetheless, it made me more attentive. "I am Ruhun Daji, and my name is Kurwa, the spirit of nature, good fortune, bliss and wellness."

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

Maya whispered back; this was the first time they were having a conversation. " Maybe because I am the one who witnessed it, " He whisper replied as her eyes widened; she looked at him in shock; " what? " he chuckled. Not knowing what to say; she kept quiet as all of them walked back towards the bus; Maya did not turn around nor she bothered to look at Ash after the weird talk they just had.

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****

During this time, on every monday or 'Somvar', all ladies of SINGH family visited the temple and offered flowers, milk, and holy water to Lord Shiva. At this time, Adrija who was wearing a dark green Sharara dress, covering her head with the dupatta (stole) which had a mirror worked on it, was offering Jal (holy water) on the Shiva Linga (The Symbol of Shiva). Her eyes were closed, lips were painted in nude shades of lipstick and face was donned with light natural make-up. Her mouth was chanting 'Om Namah Shivaya' , 'Om Namah Shivaya'