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Kanglei beauty for The Beasts-Part 1


From the curve of the tarmac road which runs through the village soft rumbling sound of vehicles can be heard, the headlights of the vehicles are switched off. Two big lorries and two Maruti gypsies are seen moving slowly along the road, probably sneaking into the serenity of the village. 

The last vehicle stops around the curve of the road and from it helmeted people carrying rifles jump down and they stand by the road and take position, the vehicle at the front stops twenty metres away from Sanjit’s house’s gate, while the other stop right in front of the gate. 

Now both sides of the gate been secured, those in front of gate now force open the gate as soon as they have forced their way through the house is encircled. As if the village has been struck by something mysterious the dogs begin barking and the voices of people mumbling can be heard, but not loud enough to distract many from their slumber.

The helmeted people are the personnel of Assam Rifle led by a major with the name Ranjit, who is known by many in the state as major Zorro. His sagged face is wrapped masked and walks about carrying two guns and out of his jumpy nature he has shot dead many people, people have labelled him a psycho-officer , government has set up enquiry commissions to examine his conducts.

In one enquiry commission a retired High Court judge, who could barely utter a word, appointed to head the commission, found Major Zorro of picking up people and making them disappear. And by another dying judge who was assigned to lead a fact finding mission found him of sealing up a village where he picked the best lady and feasted for few days. 

When the male folks in the village were stripped, beaten and some sodomised and the many presentable ladies passed around and the exclusively gorgeous was devoured they withdrew from the remote village and retreated to their barrack and from their they issued press release stating they had been engaged in an operation and it was a great success, but the detailed nature of it wasn’t reported. 

To be continued.........

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