Mom slayers season 2 part 1 welcome to discipline Lok (Shiksha Lok)

🩴 MOM SLAYERS – SEASON 2, PART 1: WELCOME TO DISCIPLINE LOK (SHIKSHA LOK)

Written by Kingson Das

CONTINUATION — SAME HOUSE

FAE stands at the doorway.

Silent. Still.

Her presence presses down like exam results day.

Grandma slowly turns toward her.

For the first time in history…

She smiles.

Grandma (soft, impressed):

“So… you finally came.”

FAE says nothing.

Behind her—

A shadow shifts.

A deep voice echoes, amused:

???

“So… the family is finally together.”

SOMETHING IS WRONG

The tube light blinks.

ON. OFF. ON.

The ceiling fan spins… then stops… then spins the wrong way.

Ayaan peeks from behind the sofa.

Ayaan:

“Why does the fan look angry?”

The walls begin to breathe.

Cracks crawl across the floor like ants.

Raghav steps back.

Raghav (tense):

“This isn’t chappal pressure…

This is… syllabus pressure.”

THE DIMENSION OPENS

KRRRRRRK—

Reality tears open in the middle of the living room.

A massive void swirls, glowing with rotating household symbols—

🩴 🧹 👖 🏏 🔩 🪵

Grandpa squints.

Grandpa:

“…Why is the floor resigning?”

The ground disappears.

Everyone SCREAMS.

FREE FALL INTO HELL (BUT INDIAN)

Everyone starts falling.

Ayaan flails.

Ayaan:

“AM I FAILING LIFE NOW?!”

Raghav spins mid-air, trying to stay calm.

Raghav:

“Everyone relax! Falling is temporary!”

Grandma (perfect posture, falling gracefully):

“This is why I told you not to jump on the sofa.”

WEAPONS RAIN FROM THE SKY

The void fills with flying objects:

🩴 Chappals spinning like boomerangs

👖 Belts snapping on their own

🧹 Jaddus chasing people mid-air

🔩 Pipes whistling past

🪵 Rods rotating dangerously

🏏 Cricket bats swinging like they smell fear

Ayaan barely dodges a bat.

Ayaan:

“WHY IS THE BAT AIMING FOR ME?! I DON’T EVEN PLAY CRICKET!”

Grandpa grabs a rod instinctively.

Grandpa:

“Huh. Feels natural.”

DISCIPLINE LOK (SHIKSHA LOK)

They fall—

And SLAM onto invisible ground.

THUD.

Gravity returns… badly.

The space around them shifts.

Rooms form and dissolve.

Walls move like offended relatives.

Doors appear just to slam shut.

A glowing script forms in the air:

WELCOME TO DISCIPLINE LOK (SHIKSHA LOK)

Ayaan reads it aloud.

Ayaan:

“…There’s no exit, is there?”

Raghav looks around, serious.

Raghav:

“This place manifests punishment itself.”

Grandma cracks her knuckles.

Grandma:

“Good. I was getting bored.”

FAE MOVES

FAE finally steps forward.

From her sleeve—

A small DOLL drops into her hand.

It’s old.

Its eyes don’t blink.

Ayaan gulps.

Ayaan:

“…Why do I feel like that doll knows my report card history?”

The doll’s head tilts slightly.

Everyone freezes.

Grandpa:

“Nope. I don’t like that one.”

FAE remains silent.

The doll stares.

FINAL BEAT

The ground trembles.

In the distance, something massive shifts.

A voice echoes through Discipline Lok (Shiksha Lok), amused and calm:

MOM DEMON DAD (V.O.)

“Welcome…

Let’s see who deserves punishment first.”

A chappal floats up… and bows.

Ayaan whispers:

Ayaan:

“…I should’ve just studied.”

CUT TO BLACK.

TO BE CONTINUED… 🩴🔥

🩴 Author’s Note – Welcome to Discipline Lok

If Season 1 was family argument…

Season 2 is family judgment.

You laughed at the chappals.

Now the dimension itself is judging marks, manners, and missed chores.

Welcome to Discipline Lok (Shiksha Lok) —

Where gravity works… but excuses don’t.

And trust me…

We haven’t even met the true final authority yet.

— Kingson Das

***Download NovelToon to enjoy a better reading experience!***