The reactions to the street lamps being lit up for the first ti were very intense. News headlines in all the major and minor regional newspapers were all about the kerosene street lamps that had been installed in the capital of the empire.
The price of kerosene and the demand for kerosene imdiately went up. People all over the empire demanded their city panchayats to install kerosene lamps for their city. Unfortunately, the people were very disappointed when the panchayats rejected them. So held a grudge, while so felt that it was reasonable considering the explanation given by the chairman. Seeing as how the street lamps are extrely expensive, and even if normal street lamps are installed without any intricate carvings, the price of kerosene of nearly 11 litres per week for a single street lamp was a lot of cost—not to ntion if the street lamps had to be installed, soone had to give up the privileges of buying the kerosene and no one wanted to do that.
The governors of various strongholds and the Sultan of Sabha, in whose area oil wells existed, wanted to install kerosene lamps for their cities and strongholds, but in the end, they didn't put it into reality, as blowing all the money they had earned from oil wells into sothing that would not add massive economic value was sothing they would never do.
The sa could be said for the Kingdom of Persia, the Imamit of Oman, and the Kingdom of Lalishthan. They all had better things to spend their money on other than sothing that would only bring aesthetics and a little economic growth.
The only country that not only seriously considered installing the street lamps but also felt like it was economical was the country of Toungoo Kingdom. Given that they have one of the largest oil wells and contribute nearly 300 barrels of oil to the Bharatiya Empire per day, they have the privilege of buying kerosene at the manufactured price—up to 30% of whatever kerosene is produced from the crude oil that has been mined in their kingdom.
aning the Toungoo dynasty gets a supply of nearly 10,800 litres of kerosene per day or 300,000 litres of shipnt at a ti per month.
Unlike the Bharatiya Empire, the Toungoo dynasty shares all the Kerosene among its nobility and elites. Out of the 10,800 litres of kerosene that they get, on average 9,000 litres are being sold to the nobility, the elite, and the rich, out of which the 1,000 litres is completely bought by the Toungoo family, the royal family of the Toungoo Dynasty, where the whole palace is seen lighting up at night.
But even with all the consumption, 1,800 litres of kerosene is leftover, which is more than enough for more than 1,000 lamps.
With all things considered, King Narathihapate resolutely put an order for 500 kerosene lamps from the sa tal fabrication company that manufactured the lamps in Bengaluru, albeit with different designs and motifs which were fully localised to the culture and traditions of the Burse Toungoo dynasty.
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Kavya's new novel, which has been highly talked about as one of a kind and a pioneer on its own, has finally dropped.
People were already very excited about Kavya's book because *Bahubali* was also a one-of-a-kind historical fantasy thriller, and that turned out to be one of the best novels written in modern tis. But now, when the advertisents in the newspaper ntioned that Kavya is writing a story fully in an alternative fantasy setting, everyone was extrely excited.
Quality Inspector Uday, Researcher Raghavendra Kulkarni, the new mom Priyanka Deshmukh, English language teacher Edward Harrington, King Jayadwaj Singha, King Sarvesh Ranavikrama, Queen Laila, King Ezdi Servan, King Ardaser Atash Ban, President Tamblot, Marshall Gangadhar, King Kiran Poojari, along with other longti loyal readers of Kavya's novels, directly stood in the lines outside the bookstores with bated breaths or directly sent so of their assistants to stand in the line that stretched for hundreds of tres.
Restaurant chain owner David Grasso, son of a large rchant Alex Faruccio, a Polish noble Theo von Kablesky were among them as well.
The traffic situation beca so bad that the police had to temporarily block off the streets wherever a bookstore existed and redirect the traffic to other streets.
Given that, this sort of situation was not only happening in Bengaluru but all over the empire and even in neighbouring countries as well as in so of the foreign countries, 'Business Weekly' newspaper even wrote an article about the societal phenonon and how it affected the economy on a single day.
Uday, after fighting a life-and-death battle with the mob at the bookstore, ca back ho. While panting, he placed the book on the table. He imdiately wanted to rip open the binding cover of the book like a prehistoric savage, but he stopped himself at the last mont. He took a shower, wore new clothes, did Pooja, and finally sat in front of the book. As he opened the binding very slowly, almost as slow as if he was making an ASMR video if he were in the future, it was almost borderline obsessive-compulsive disorder and ritualistic for him.
Looking at the title of the book *'Harish Puttar and the Chakra Sutra'*, he felt all giddy inside as he giggled with happiness.
This happened all over the empire in many places, read by countless kinds of people, be it kings or commoners.
The story starts with a boy called Harish Puttar living in a city very similar to present-day Mumbai, he lives in a house with his abusive uncle and aunt, as well as his bully cousin.
One day, a magical sage bursts into his house and takes him away to a mystical academy, unlike any academy in the world. This was a Chakra Academy, where the people who are known to have the power to harness Chakra learn how to harness it.
Harish Puttar felt a strange warmth flow through his fingers as he held the wooden staff.
"Focus your inner breath," Guru Bhaskar whispered. "Channel your Chakra into the Brahmi Sutra."
With a deep exhale, Harish shouted, "Agni-Vyāpti!"
A streak of crimson light burst forth, lighting the training arena in a blazing arc.
Sri Devi, a young pre-university student, widened her eyes after reading about the awakening of Chakra in Harish Puttar.
"Ahhh!"
She scread in excitent as adrenaline coursed through her veins.
The story continued fluently until a second highlight appeared when a mysterious discovery was made by Harish Puttar during his first days at the academy.
As Harish unrolled the parchnt sealed with serpent symbols, ancient glyphs shimred in golden ink.
"Only those with awakened Nāga-Chakra can read this," muttered Shalini, her voice trembling.
Harish blinked—then the letters rearranged themselves before his eyes.
Ezdi Servan felt chills rise up through his hands. The hairs all over his body stood up. His eyes widened as he continued to read with anticipation.
The story continued in the beautiful world of Chakra Learners and in the magical and prestigious School of Bhairavi Chakra Tantra.
The story suddenly takes a drastic turn in the middle of the story when a conflict and rivalry build up between Devrith and Harish.
"You don't belong here, Puttar," snarled Devvrit, stepping out from behind a marble pillar.
Harish tightened his grip on his staff.
"I'll leave once you explain why you were sneaking into the vault chamber."
Devvrit raised his hand. "Try stopping then."
In unison, they roared:
"Vāta-Kshēpa!"
The wind slamd through the corridor as energy collided mid-air.
Priyanka Deshmukh suddenly scread in excitent, startling her toddler who was sleeping soundly and waking him up.
The story reached its peak climax, which had all the readers on the edge of their seats.
The serpent-carved door creaked open, revealing a swirling pool of blue Chakra mist.
"This is where the ancient yogis locked away the Mantra of Shadows," whispered ena.
Harish stepped forward, feeling the pull of destiny.
"Only with the Mantra of Tamō-Jaya can we pass unhard."
With that, the story ended.
The next day, a group of schoolchildren, divided into two groups, were screaming at each other in loud voices with intense excitent on their faces, ranging from tantric seriousness, happiness, sadness, and other things.
"Agni-Vyāpti!" a boy shouted. "Now you are all dead in the spread of fire from fire all-powerful Chakra."
"Ha ha, not so fast, Mystic!"
"Nīla-Jala-Mandala!"
"My circle of blue water has completely suppressed your spread of fire."
"Bhanu, take advantage!"
"Yes, senior Mystic."
"Here cos my Astra-Bhedana!" "Ha ha, my piercing weapons successfully pierced through your fire spell. You admit defeat, enemy Mystic Chandra."
"Keh, not so fast. Jwala-Kaṭaka!"
"Take my flaming claws and see if you can survive or not."
*Harish Puttar and the Chakra Sutra* by Kavya might be a fantasy book, but its world-building was extrely rigorous. She had even invited several mathematicians, analysts, and economists, so of the best in the Empire, to help her figure out how the physics, mystical Chakra spells, and economy would exist.
For this reason, the magical world created by Kavya looked extrely realistic, having a lot of impact on the minds of the children whose imagination was already extrely brilliant.
In fact, this did not only happen in the Bharatiya Empire but in Europe as well, where a bunch of 15 to 16-year-old noble kids were screaming at each other Vedic phrases which could summon the power of Chakra to unleash mystical spells.
With such a wide range of responses, the sales of *Harish Puttar and the Chakra Sutra* imdiately broke 1 million copies on the first day, breaking all the previously known records and setting a new benchmark.
The revenue generated 50 million in a single day, with a profit of 15 million Varaha for the Raya dia Corporation. The money Kavya earned alone was 25 million Varaha in a single day, making her the first self-made multi-millionaire woman in the empire.
The Chitrakala Departnt of the Raya dia Group imdiately purchased the Chitrakala adaptation rights of *Harish Puttar* for a whopping 20 million Varaha and a cut of 20% in the profits. In fact, the director of the Chitrakala Departnt wanted to sign a contract directly with Her Majesty, giving her the position of the art producer of the Chitrakala for the *Harish Puttar* novel, which would grant her 50% of all the profits. But Kavya rejected it, saying that she had to focus on writing the second volu, as according to her, *Harish Puttar* is a very large series and she wanted to write at least one volu per year.
Kavya was responsible for creating a new genre of literature in the Bharatiya Empire. Although purist poets and authors disliked the stories that Kavya wrote, which were completely devoid of reality, their opinions mattered very little to the youth of the society, who were the main audience of Kavya.
Due to her, hundreds of new authors were added to various newspaper companies, and dozens of artists joined various Chitrakala Studios, enriching the cultural landscape of the Bharatiya Empire and making it more colourful.
P.S. I had stuff to do today, and tomorrow as well.
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