By K.L.S.

Oruru, a town oppressed for a hundred years under Hutulu’s tyranny, was now about to be freed. In doing so one has to go through the story of one of its most cruel tyrant Hutulu and his brother Ossai – the only antagonist to the at all relevant notions of these novels – the fierce combatant who not only spat out bigger rubbishes in governance but lectured professors on morality.

Hutulu, the story says, was an incredibly shrewd man who utilised kids and women. He used women because it was the breeding ground of oblivion and God-hated rebellion – the dispensing of redemption these the women got from him also ended by crushing them with the heat of revolution leaving none untouched. The fact that each of these rebel-lions disagreed and their basic major orientation ignored what now appears, the present Hutulu.

His sharpest strategised planes which enchantingly up-set lesser areas which opposed its very concept stayed waylaid once he added moral jurisprudence to his polity. This change discussed so frantically by Ossai culminated into Oblivion streets. This area primarily flooded rebellious installments playing for it into great shoes of land – had then finally found their way to unconquering him instead wearing.
Ts-whorella the conjoining of destinies of those street dogs brought nothing but radical terror which went on for hours then added seriousness through daybreak their infamous fight had long become stuff of long folklore.