Chapter 80: Chapter 78: Goddess Varahi’s Advice For Future...
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The silence didn’t break. It deepened as the each words of Madri were spoken.
Madri lifted her gaze—This ti, directly eting Devara’s eyes.
"...."
There was no hostility there.
No envy. No hidden blade in her words to trap him.
Only conviction of truth behind her words.
"I am not jealous of you,"
She said looked at him with little guilty in her expression.
Her voice steady—Clear—Unafraid that what she was asking is not a injustice but a justice for her husband.
"I can see what you are."
A pause.
"You are not just a man."
Her eyes flickered briefly with reverence—Toward what she had witnessed through the maya illusion casted by Goddess Ganga three days before.
"The son of Goddess Ganga... and Goddess Bhudevi. You revealed yourself as Lord Narasimha."
A quiet breath escaped her mouth.
-Sigh!
"No one here can deny that."
She shook her head slightly.
"Even if you do... we won’t believe it."
The room didn’t argue with her words.
Because no one could. They too were believing what she had said.
Then—Her voice softened.
"But that is not my question."
Her eyes didn’t leave him.
"Is it fair... That my husband—Crown Prince Dhritarashtra ...who spent his life proving his worth ...loses his inheritance—...because a god now stands before him?"
That question didn’t echo. It settled.
Into every corner of the room.
No one moved as their eyes were on Madri. No one spoke.
Even Vidura lowered his gaze. Because this wasn’t politics anymore.
This was justice a plea for it.
And it demanded an answer.
Devara looked at her. Carefully taking in her words.
Not defensively. Not dismissively.
He saw it.The truth in her words.
No jealousy. No anger. Only a woman standing for her husband’s right.
Nothing more. Nothing less. She demands
He stood. Slowly. He felt he needs to address her carefully.
And when he spoke—There was a quiet ease in his voice. To calm her down.
A small smile—Not of pride—But of understanding of her pain.
"What Princess Madri says..."
He glanced around the chamber.
"...is true."
A ripple passed through the room.
But he continued—
"Crown Prince Dhritarashtra deserves the throne."
Now the silence broke—Not with sound—But with shock seeing the young man giving up the opportunity to rule a kingdom like Hastinapur.
"He is—"
Devara’s gaze shifted toward Dhritarashtra—
"The most suited to rule Hastinapur. More than any prince here..."
A brief pause—
"Including ."
The words landed clean.
No hesitation in him. No doubt and having a second thought.
Then—His tone changed slightly. Firm.
"Even if a god stands beside soone... It ans nothing—If they cannot listen to wisdom."
The room stilled again.
"Take Prince Pandu. I warned him. If he hunts—He must see his target. But he didn’t listen."
A quiet exhale from him.
-Sigh!
"And that choice ...was his."
Devara’s gaze moved across the room.
"Fate is not carried by gods. It is carried by those who walk it. Our role—"
A faint tilt of his head.
"—is to guide. Not control."
Then—He looked back at Dhritarashtra. And spoke clearly.
"I support him. He will be king. And he will be... the king Hastinapur needs."
The room didn’t react imdiately.
Because what had just happened—Was rare.
A crown—Offered to soone—And refused because he felt it was unfair.
Not out of weakness. But out of clarity that there is soone more suited for that role.
At the center—Dhritarashtra stood still. Hearing Devara’s words and his wife who stood for his rights.
No words. No movent.
"...."
Because for the first ti—The throne rights—Was not being taken from him. It was being given back. Seeking him because he was the rightful heir.
The room had just begun to breathe again—When Devara turned.
His gaze t Bhishma. Then shifted—To Dhritarashtra.
A quiet request followed.
"Free him."
No grand speech. No ceremony. Just a request on the behalf of his brother.
"Release him from his vow."
The words carried years within them.
Bhishma did not speak hearing his brothers request—But sothing in his stance... eased.
Seeing his little brother had understood his pain of suffering watching the bloodline dying before his eyes.
"...."
Dhritarashtra nodded hearing. Slowly.
-Nod!
Emotion rising before words ever could.
Tears threatened—Not from weakness—But from sothing long denied finally being acknowledged.
And just like that—The question of the throne ended.
No argunt. No fracture. Only resolution.
A rare thing especially its about throne rights.
The room began to shift as the matter is settled—People preparing to leave—Thoughts settling into place—And then—The air changed.
Not gradually. Instantly.
-FLASH!!!
Light suddenly flashed across the chamber—Not harsh—But ancient—Filled the chamber.
Which made everyone to pause and turned to look at the light covering most of their eyes due to its brilliance.
She appeared before them.
Goddess Varahi
The room stilled again seeing her—But this ti—
Not with tension. With reverence for the goddess who had blessed them with her presence.
Everyone bowed their head.
Even Devara. Because this was not presence—This was authority of the divine feminine war-force itself.
Goddess Varahi’s gaze swept the room—Blessing each one silently.
Then—It settled on him the one she ca to et.
Devara.
"You have walked through fire,"
She said Her voice—Not loud—But it carried like a drumbeat in the soul.
"And you will walk through more."
A pause for her words to settle.
"Your path is not finished."
Her eyes sharpened looking at Devara—Not in threat—But in certainty of the future that was awaiting him.
"Fate has chosen. I will stand as your guardian."
The words didn’t just land—They anchored.
Even the gods who had co before—Had not spoken like this.
This was different. Personal. Direct.
"And for what lies ahead—"
Her voice softened slightly.
"You must not remain bound to another’s throne."
A ripple moved through the room.
As she spoke openly.
"Find your own kingdom. Build it. Shape it. Let your path unfold there."
Shock spread as she asked Devara to establish his own kingdom—Unhidden this ti.
Even Devara paused by her advice.
"...."
Because this was no suggestion. This was direction.
But he didn’t resist. Didn’t question. Seeing her sincere eyes.
Devara bowed again showing his respect.
"I will."
His voice calm. Steady.
"I will find a kingdom. And I will rule it well."
Varahi watched him for a mont longer—As if asuring sothing deeper than words.
Then—She nodded her head. In Approval.
And just like that—The light faded.
She was gone from where she was standing just like she was never there before.
The room returned to normal.
But nothing—Was the sa.
Because now—Devara was no longer just a prince who refused a throne.
He as a new task ahead of him that is to build a new kingdom.
He was sothing far more dangerous—A king—Who had yet to claim his kingdom and fate behind him.
The chamber were silent by the sudden revelation—And thought beca motion.
Goddess Ganga stepped forward first.
"I know a place."
No explanation. No debate on a suitable place.
Just certainty in her words.
She extended her hand.
Devara took it without hesitation.
And in the next breath—They were gone.
-Flash!
Along with Goddess Bhudevi.
They reappeared where the world felt... ancient. Alive in a different way.
The eting point of three rivers—Ganga River, Yamuna River and Saraswati River
A place where currents didn’t just flow—They converged together and et with each other.
Goddess Bhudevi closed her eyes she knew what’s on Goddess Ganga’s mind.
And lifted her hand to bless.
While the land answered its mother’s call.
The rivers widened on their own—Pulled back—Parted—And from their union—A land rose as if being newly born.
Not small. Not fragile. A vast stretch—Encircled by flowing lifelines.
Fertile. Breathing. Ready for occupation.
It was a living treasure of a land which many king wanted to have.
They would greed up it seeing its fertile land.
As the silent settled over them as Devara was stunned looking at the land moving around rivers parting.
"...."
"...."
"...."
"This land,"
Goddess Bhudevi said softly—
"Is yours."
Goddess Ganga’s gaze held his as she spoke.
"Build here. The kingdom which he was destined to build."
No doubt. No hesitation.
Devara stood silent for a mont.
"...."
Not overwheld—Calculating what to do next.
Then—He rembered. One of his system reward. A Vishwakarma’s boon scroll.
He summoned it to his hand.
Golden—Ancient—Waiting to be opened by him.
The goddesses exchanged a glance.
"...."
"...."
Curiosity flickered on their face regarding the scroll on Devara’s hand.
Devara opened it. And as soon as it was opened the scroll did not unfold—It dissolved.
Into golden light. Into golden dust.
And from that dust—A form erged before them.
Vishwakarma
He looked at them. At the land which has newly raisen. Then at Devara who had summoned him.
"What is your wish?"
But before the answer—A pause.
Because Devara bowed. Respectfully. Needs to show his greeting to his brother
"...Brother."
That single word—Shifted sothing.
Vishwakarma stilled hearing how the young man addressed him.
And for a brief mont—He saw it.
Behind Devara—A shadow of his father Lord Brahma
And understanding dawned on her face.
Not spoken. But accepted he ca to a decision it must be a Divine will.
Devara straightened feeling his Vishwakarma’s eyes. Then spoke telling his wish.
"I want a kingdom. Not just strong—But just. Not just beautiful—But equal. A place of defence—And power. A place where justice is not delayed."
Each word placed carefully—Like foundation stones.
Vishwakarma listened Devara’s words carefully.
Not interrupting. Not rushing.
After Devara finished briefing Vishwakarma nodded his head.
-Nod!
Then—He turned. Looked at the land again which was very fertile showing how blessed it was by the blessing of Goddess Bhudevi.
asured it. Imagined it.
A faint smile appeared on his face.
"It will be ready. In two days."
No exaggeration and promises. And just like that—He was gone.
The golden dust fading into nothing.
Leaving behind—Silence.
"...."
"...."
"...."
And a beginning. Because what stood before them now—Was not empty land.
It was—A future waiting to be built.
With that they decided to return back to the Gandhara Kingdom where everyone is waiting for them there.
Light folded—And the rivers, the rising land, the promise of a future—Vanished like a dream that knew it would return.
In the next breath—They were back.
Inside the Devara’s chamber of in Gandhara’s roya palace.
Goddess Ganga and Goddess Bhudevi Stood beside him—As if they had never left.
But the room knew better. Every eye turned. Curiosity. Confusion.
A hint of anticipation.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Because sothing had changed.
Bhishma narrowed his gaze slightly sensing the news.
Vidura leaned forward just enough to notice.
Even Dhritarashtra Sensed it.
Before anyone could ask—Devara spoke. Calm. Direct. About the new kingdom which will be build in few days.
"I have made preparations. For a new kingdom."
Silence dropped. Like a curtain.
"It will be built—"
His eyes moved across the room.
"In two days."
Which shocked everyone who heard it while the thought settled on their mind how can a kingdom build in two days.
"By Vishwakarma."
This ti—Silence didn’t hold. It cracked. As Shock spread across faces.
Not disbelief—Because after everything they had witnessed—Nothing felt impossible anymore.
By the na which Devara had just now ntioned.
But still—Two days.
A kingdom. Built by the architect of gods.
Even that—Was sothing else.
Rajmata Satyavati exhaled slowly.
Drona folded his arms—Thoughtful.
Ashwatthama simply stared—Half impressed, half stunned.
And then—Devara turned. Toward’s his wife Gandhari to see her reaction.
No words. Just a glance.
"...."
A question without sound. She t his eyes.
And smiled. A small nod followed.
Not of surprise. Of trust.
Because whatever path he had chosen—She had already chosen to walk it with him.
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