There is a village near Varanasi, which was known by the Devkhera.
It was small, hidden between the folds of two ancient hills, where the air still carried chants from another age. Time didn't move fast here. But rot had crept in, cloaked in saffron robes and sweet words.
At the heart of the village stood Shree Kshetrapal Dham Ashram, named after Kshetrapal, a lesser-known guardian deity in Hindu lore—protector of boundaries and sacred places.
Ironically, this was the very place where every boundary had been broken. Every sacred line had long been defiled.
The ashram claimed to be a sanctum of purity. Its guru, Swami Vairagyanand, was revered by politicians and feared by villagers.
He was a living god to outsiders—flanked by politicians, draped in marigolds, and dripping in gold.
But to the women of Devkhera, he was something else—a predator dressed in holy cloth.
With rings on every finger and the stench of camphor and corruption in the air, he promised barren women divine blessings—for a price. People said miracles happened there. The truth was darker.
In the name of divine blessings, he chose the married woman to give their purity to God.
But the woman didn't know what purity was his asking.
And when they reached inside his Ashram. They saw his real face, it was not the face of guru they have known, but it was the face of the devil.
Inside the women were not only fallen in the hand of the Guru Vairagyanand.
But after they fucked by the Guru Vairagyanand, later they also fucked by his henchmen and servant.
And then, they were also serving the local politician, policeman, and many others, which Guru wanted.
They forever became the sex slaves of the Ashram.
And it continuously went till, a man chose to defy him. It was Ragunath Gupta.
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Raghunath was born in a remote village in northern India, to Harish and Aarti, simple farmers who lived a life devoted to the land and the gods. They weren't wealthy, but they had everything they needed—peace, love, and community.
Raghunath grew up in the rustic beauty of rural India, where lush fields met the towering mountains, and every morning began with the smell of earth and the chanting of prayers.
From an early age, he was taught to respect nature, the gods, and the elders. His parents raised him with an unshakable faith in the power of karma and dharma.
As a young boy, Raghunath displayed an innate understanding of spirituality. While other children ran through the fields chasing butterflies and birds, Raghunath found solace in the silence of the village temple, listening to the priest's chants and absorbing the stories of gods, goddesses, and heroes who once walked the earth.
He was dedicated to the divine, eager to learn the teachings that flowed through his village's sacred space.
The village priest, a kind man named Swami Vairagyanand, took notice of Raghunath's fervor and began teaching him the sacred texts and mantras. Soon, the village elders began to see Raghunath as someone destined for greater things—perhaps a life spent serving the gods in a grander temple.
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When Raghunath was around sixteen years old, Swami Vairagyanand took him to the Shree Kshetrapal Dham Ashram, one of the largest and most revered temples in the region. The temple, with its towering spires, intricate carvings, and ancient scriptures, felt like another world to the young man.
The Ashram, a sacred center for spiritual learning, was a place where devout individuals from all over India gathered.
Pilgrims came to pray, learn, and receive blessings, and the Swami had arranged for Raghunath to become a part of the temple's inner circle.
At first, Raghunath was thrilled. The divine presence that seemed to hang in the air, the endless ceremonies, and the hymns that filled the halls—everything felt like an affirmation of the path he had chosen. He would serve as a temple priest and devote his life to the gods.
But as time passed, Raghunath began to see the temple in a different light. The Swami, revered by many, was not the saintly figure he had believed him to be.
There were whispered rumors about the Swami's indulgence in worldly pleasures and the power he held over women in the temple.
At first, Raghunath brushed these aside as mere gossip—slander from those who sought to tear down the temple's reputation. But as he spent more time at the Ashram, the truth became impossible to ignore.
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As Raghunath moved deeper into his role at the temple, he became privy to certain rituals and ceremonies that were shrouded in mystery. The Ashram had long been a place of spiritual significance, where rituals were believed to connect the worshippers to divine blessings.
Yet, he noticed a disturbing pattern emerging—women from poor families and the temple's followers were asked to take part in special "blessing rituals" conducted by Swami Vairagyanand, the high priest of the Ashram.
These rituals were said to guarantee fertility or divine favor, but Raghunath's suspicions grew when he saw the same women returning, their eyes hollow, as if they had been drained of something essential.
One day, during the great Navaratri festival, when the temple was filled with pilgrims, Raghunath was asked to oversee the divine blessings ceremony—a ritual in which Swami Vairagyanand, the ashram's head, would "bless" women who had been trying to conceive, offering them the "god-given gift of a child."
As Raghunath prepared the ceremonial fire, he overheard a conversation between two of the ashram's high-ranking priests.
Swami Vairagyanand wasn't simply performing divine rituals. He was using the temple as a cover for his manipulations.
The women, he overheard, were coerced into bed with the Swami, their bodies used in the name of "blessings."
But this wasn't about conception; it was about power—enslaving women under the guise of divinity. The Swami would take what he desired, promising gifts and blessings in return.
For Raghunath, the shock was unbearable. How could such corruption be hidden under the banner of spirituality? He was devastated.
But his sense of loyalty to the temple and his fear of the Swami's power held him back for a time.
Everything changed the day Radha Gupta—Raghunath's wife—was targeted.
Radha Gupta, Raghunath's wife, had recently come to the Ashram with him to seek blessings for their future. Radha, a woman of great beauty and grace, had borne Raghunath a son, a child they both loved dearly.
Radha's presence in the temple was meant to be a spiritual journey, a way to ensure that their family would thrive under the protection of the gods.
But as she grew closer to the Ashram's rituals, Raghunath began to notice troubling signs. Swami Vairagyanand, the temple's high priest, began to pay particular attention to Radha.
Swami Vairagyanand, with his manipulative charm, set his sights on her, offering her blessings.
Raghunath overheard a conversation where the Swami insisted that Radha was "destined" to bear him a child, as part of his divine mission.
"She's destined to bear the child of the gods, my friend. A divine gift from me to her." Swami Vairagyanand said, his voice full of arrogance. "Once she is with child, she will be mine completely. The temple will hold even more power, and I will be untouchable."
Raghunath's blood ran cold. The man he had respected and revered had become something far darker. The temple, once a place of holiness, was now a den of corruption and deceit.
He realized that the Swami wasn't interested in the gods at all—he was simply using their name to justify his own lust and thirst for power.
Raghunath could no longer ignore the truth. The Swami's actions were a desecration of the very temple that he had vowed to serve.
Radha, his beloved wife, had been targeted, and he would not allow the Swami to steal her purity. He made the fateful decision to confront the Swami and expose him for the monster he was.
On the night of the Navaratri festival, when the temple was filled with devotees and pilgrims, Raghunath knew that it was now or never.
He had to act before the Swami could carry out his plans.
With the air thick with incense and the sounds of chanting filling the temple, Raghunath stood before the Swami and denounced him in front of the gathered crowd.
"You claim to serve the gods, but you are the demon they warned us about!" Raghunath shouted, his voice filled with fury. "You defile the sacred temple with your lies and manipulations. I will expose you, and I will make you pay."
The temple fell silent. The gathered crowd turned their attention to Raghunath, and for a moment, it seemed as though justice might be served. But Swami Vairagyanand, his face twisted with rage, turned to his guards.
"You dare speak against me? You dare defy the power of the gods I command?" the Swami sneered. "You will regret this, Raghunath. I will make sure you never speak again."