Mahabharat: Shiva� Chapter 87 - 85: Reason Behind The Library... Apsaras Lokh

Chapter 87: Chapter 85: Reason Behind The Library... Apsaras Lokh...

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Many Sages were little uncomfortable with the idea of sharing their knowledge forcefully.

Many sacred traditions were preserved personally by gurus and passed only to chosen disciples after decades of trust and discipline.

To many scholars, forcing knowledge away from its keeper would itself be a violation of dharma.

Devara imdiately shook his head.

"No."

The answer ca without hesitation.

"It is entirely your choice."

The room relaxed slightly.

Devara continued calmly to clear the misunderstanding.

"If a sage wishes to preserve his teachings only within his own lineage, that is his right."

He looked around at them steadily.

"But..."

His gaze shifted briefly toward the shelves being planned across the chamber walls.

"If there cos a day—one hundred years from now... or a thousand... when soone desperately needs knowledge that could save lives ...then preserving it becos a way for your wisdom to outlive even ti itself."

The words settled deeply into the room.

Not as pressure. But as perspective.

Several sages who had remained visibly guarded earlier now seed more thoughtful than defensive.

Because Devara was not speaking like soone trying to take ownership of their learning.

He was speaking like soone trying to ensure knowledge did not vanish with death.

And that difference mattered.

A few of the scholars exchanged glances among themselves.

Then finally, Sushruta spoke again.

This ti, his tone carried neither resistance nor agreent.

Only asured honesty.

"We will need ti."

Devara inclined his head respectfully.

-Nod!

Sage Sushruta continued.

"We wish to observe this kingdom ourselves before making any decision."

Another sage nodded beside him.

-Nod!

"Words alone are not enough for matters this large. We must see how your ideals live outside this chamber."

Vidura quietly observed the exchange from the side.

And though his expression remained composed, he understood the significance of what had just happened.

The sages had not rejected the proposal.

They had stayed. That alone was a victory.

Devara seed to understand it too.

There was no triumph on his face.

No pride. Only calm acceptance. And decided to wait patiently for their decision.

"Take all the ti you require,"

He replied with a calm smile on his face.

"You are honored guests here."

He then respectfully instructed attendants to prepare accommodations and ensure the sages could freely travel through different parts of the kingdom during their stay.

As the scholars slowly rose and began departing the chamber, their conversations were quieter now—less hostile, more contemplative.

So still clearly disagreed.

Others remained uncertain. But curiosity had replaced dismissal.

And curiosity was far more powerful than argunt.

Once the chamber finally emptied, Mahamantri Vidura turned slightly toward Devara.

"You pushed harder than most kings would dare,"

He admitted honestly.

Devara gave a faint smile.

"If they had walked away angry,"

He said quietly,

"nothing would change what I have to create."

His gaze moved toward the doorway through which the sages had left.

"But if they leave thinking... That is enough for now."

Vidura studied him silently for a mont.

"...."

Then, almost imperceptibly—He nodded.

-Nod!

Because kingdoms were not transford in a single decree.

Nor through force alone.

Sotis—The greatest change began the mont people stopped rejecting an idea outright...

...and started considering it possible.

Apsara Loka...1

Far above Bhulok, beyond mortal rivers and kingdoms, where celestial music flowed endlessly through jeweled halls and fragrant winds carried the scent of divine blossoms—

Apsara Loka remained as radiant as ever.

Rambha’s Chamber...

Yet inside one particular chamber, elegance had slowly descended into absolute chaos.

The chamber belonged to none other than Rambha.

And at the center of the problem—Was a mirror.

Not an ordinary one.

A celestial mirror capable of observing distant places across realms.

Originally intended for divine viewing, communication, and, in Rambha’s personal case... occasionally admiring herself before gatherings.

Now, however—It was focused entirely on one person.

Devara.

The mirror shimred softly, displaying the young ruler walking through the palace corridors of Trivenivrata while attendants moved respectfully around him.

Rambha sat before it with narrowed eyes and crossed arms.

Beside her stood naka, equally stubborn.

"You’re not listening to reason,"

Rambha declared firmly.

naka stared at her in disbelief.

"I’m not listening? You’ve repeated the sa argunt seven tis!"

"Because it is correct."

"It is biased."

Rambha placed a hand dramatically against her chest.

"I am the queen of apsaras. Obviously I should approach him first."

naka imdiately scoffed.

"And I was the one who noticed him first after the Durvasa incident."

"That does not count."

"It absolutely counts."

The mirror quietly continued showing Devara entirely unaware that two celestial won were currently debating his existence like rival diplomats negotiating territory.

It had started innocently enough.

Years ago, when Devara had saved them from the wrath of Durvasa, redirecting the consequences so that even Indra had ended up suffering the curse instead.

At first, both Rambha and naka had rely watched the unusual child out of curiosity.

A mortal boy. Fearless. Strangely sincere.

Capable of speaking to gods and sages without trembling.

So they watched occasionally through the celestial mirror.

Then occasionally beca frequently.

Then frequently beca habit.

And sowhere along the way—Without either of them realizing when exactly it happened—Curiosity had quietly beco affection.

The little boy they once observed with amusent had now grown into a young man whose na echoed across kingdoms.

A fifteen-year-old prince building a kingdom with his own hands.

A mortal who had taken the form of Narasimha itself to destroy tyranny.

And unfortunately—Both of them had fallen for him.

Completely.

The real problem began the previous day.

Rambha and naka had been peacefully spying observing Devara through the celestial mirror when the conversation sohow shifted toward a dangerous question.

Who should approach him first?

The disagreent escalated rapidly after that.

Rambha argued seniority.

naka argued emotional connection.

Rambha claid royal dignity.

naka claid destiny.

At one point, both even began listing "monts" that proved Devara liked them more despite the obvious issue that Devara had absolutely no idea either of them were doing this.

And now—The argunt had beco loud enough to attract attention.

Outside the chamber, several apsaras had quietly gathered.

"...."

"...."

"...."

Whispers spread rapidly.

"Why are they fighting?"

"Did sothing happen?"

"I heard naka raised her voice."

"That’s impossible."

"No, listen—"

Inside, Rambha pointed dramatically toward the mirror.

"I am simply saying that if a celestial beauty is going to descend gracefully into his life, it should obviously be

first."

naka folded her arms imdiately.

"And what exactly is your plan?"

Rambha blinked once.

-Blink!

"...I will figure that out later."

naka stared at her for a full second before groaning loudly.

-Sigh!

"That’s not a plan!"

"It’s a beginning."

"It’s a disaster waiting to happen."

anwhile, several younger apsaras outside the chamber were now openly listening through the doorway with sparkling curiosity.

Because watching the queen of apsaras and the famously composed naka argue over a mortal prince was rapidly becoming the greatest entertainnt Apsara Loka1 had experienced in years.

Inside the chamber...

Rambha suddenly narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

-Frown!

"...You already thought about approaching him, didn’t you?"

naka instantly looked away.

"...."

Which answered everything.

Rambha gasped dramatically.

-Gasp!

"You traitor."

"I was only considering possibilities!"

"You were going to descend to Bhulok1 without telling !"

"You literally just admitted you planned the sa thing!"

The argunt reignited imdiately.

And through it all—The celestial mirror continued calmly displaying Devara discussing governance matters in Trivenivrata completely unaware that sowhere in the heavens,

Two apsaras were on the verge of starting a diplomatic crisis over him.

The argunt did not end.

If anything, it rely changed locations.

The mont Rambha and naka stord out of the chamber—

Still bickering about

"proper approaches,"

"timing," and

"who technically noticed him first"

—the silence they left behind lasted only a few seconds.

"...."

"...."

"...."

Then the doorway slowly filled.

One apsara peeked inside first.

Then another.

Then several more followed almost imdiately.

Curiosity had fully won.

The celestial mirror still floated quietly in the center of the chamber, its surface glowing softly as it continued displaying Devara walking through the royal corridors of Trivenivrata.

"...."

"...."

"...."

The apsaras gathered around it carefully.

And the mont they properly saw him—Many paused.

Because now they understood at least part of the problem.

The young man reflected within the mirror truly was striking.

Not rely handso in the ordinary sense.

There was sothing unusual about him.

The calm confidence in the way he carried himself.

The quiet warmth he showed while speaking to servants and guards alike.

The traces of divinity that seed to linger around him even in ordinary monts.

And above all—His eyes. Which they unknowingly compared to the green jewls.

Even through the celestial mirror, they carried an unsettling depth for soone so young.

One of the younger apsaras blinked slowly.

-Blink!

"...He’s prettier than I expected."

Another imdiately nodded in agreent.

"I thought they were exaggerating. They were not."

A third apsara tilted her head thoughtfully while watching Devara stop briefly to speak with palace attendants carrying scrolls.

"...He doesn’t act like most kings."

That part beca increasingly obvious the longer they observed.

There was no forced arrogance.

No indulgent display of authority.

Even while surrounded by guards and servants,

Devara moved naturally among them rather than above them.

And strangely—That only made him more attractive.

The room slowly filled with murmurs and whispered observations.

So comnted on his appearance.

Others on the stories surrounding him.

The transformation into Narasimha.

The war against Kamsa.

Which they overheard from the argunt of both Rambha and naka.

The kingdom he was building.

Bit by bit, curiosity spread through the chamber like spilled perfu.

But not everyone present looked rely curious.

Among the gathered apsaras were a few whose expressions had shifted into sothing far more thoughtful.

"...."

"...."

"...."

More calculating.

One leaned slightly closer toward the mirror, her lips curving into a faint smirk.

Another exchanged a glance with her.

No words were spoken. None were needed.

The look alone carried dangerous amounts of intention.

Because if both Rambha and naka were openly interested in this mortal prince...

Then perhaps—There was sothing truly special worth discovering.

Curiosity kills the cat but in won curiosity about sothing that didn’t belong to them were unresistable.

And sowhere behind those quiet smiles and thoughtful gazes—

Plans had already begun forming in their mind.

But they knew they can’t miss this entertainnt where two most influential Apsara wanted this young man

But the celestial halls of Apsara Loka had started moving subtly around a single young king in Bhulok1.

anwhile—

Completely unaware of the storm quietly gathering in heaven—

Devara continued walking through the palace corridors of Trivenivrata, focused entirely on matters of governance, dicine, and the future of his kingdom.

Not realizing that sowhere far above the mortal world—He had just beco the center of apsaras attention.

Which will make his life far more interesting that will make few gods jealous.

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