#FridayFotoFiction Sep 8-13 Prompt
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By Neel Anil Panicker
He raised his hands to cover his face but the shutterbugs outsmarted him, capturing his shaggy, crestfallen visage, their high resolution lenses picking out every single fibre and tissue, pore and crease, capturing for posterity his misery and fall from grace.
He felt like being fed to the vultures, a piece of meat served on a platter for the pleasurable consumption of voyeuristic masses.
The very same masses who even barely a day ago bowed their heads in deference and paid obeisance to him at his palatial ashram while he showered them with his benevolence from atop his majestic golden throne, surrounded, fanned and fawned by a never ending bevy of bewitching beauties. ‘Sadhvis’, he liked to call them in public.
The truth lay bare when one of them spilled the beans on his ‘nocturnal’ activities.
The wheels of fortune had turned fully for Baba Furqan Bengali whose new address read ‘Prisoner No. 537, Tihar Jail’.
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