“This is what I will call a loot!” the leader of the dacoits said smugly.
The zamindar was out of the village with his family, for some trip they have heard. Overpowering handful of servants and guards was not tough.
They have been tipped that the revenues were being collected. That money, the money kept in the safe and the jewelry amounted to a huge loot!
They went out of the gate smirking happily.
Someone was standing in the road, blocking their path.
Her head was reaching far above the trees that looked like bushes.
She was the Goddess Kali that the zamindar devotedly worshipped. “Return everything!” she ordered.