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Vaikuntha...1
Far beyond mortal lands.
Beyond sacred rivers.
Beyond even the snowy silence of Mount Kailash—
In the eternal divine realm of Vaikuntha, another pair of eyes watched the unfolding scene beneath Goddess Ganga’s waters with quiet amusent.
The celestial realm shimred with endless serenity.
Golden lotuses blood across divine waters untouched by ti while sacred music drifted softly through the radiant skies of Vaikuntha.
At the center of the eternal realm rested Lord Vishnu upon the endless coils of Shesha.
Beside him sat Goddess Lakshmi.
And before them floated the sa divine vision now showing Devara enthusiastically hunting down five panicking crocodiles beneath the sacred river while proudly shouting that nobody could escape him.
At that exact mont, one of the crocodiles accidentally revealed itself after sneezing underwater because Devara had startled it.
The young king imdiately pointed dramatically.
"I FOUND YOU!"
The crocodile looked emotionally devastated.
"...."
anwhile Lakshmi slowly covered her forehead with one hand.
"He absolutely inherited this behavior from you."
Her gaze shifted toward Vishnu accusingly.
"There is no other explanation."
Vishnu’s gentle laughter echoed softly through Vaikuntha.
"-Haha!!!"
The calm warmth within it carried neither offense nor denial.
Because honestly—She was not entirely wrong.
Goddess Lakshmi continued watching Devara proudly announce victory over one terrified crocodile before climbing onto its back triumphantly.
"He becos a king... and sohow grows even more playful."
There was exasperation in her voice.
But beneath it—Affection.
Warm unmistakable affection.
anwhile Lord Vishnu simply watched silently for a few monts longer.
His eyes remained calm and knowing as always.
Then finally he spoke softly.
"I hope he never loses that side of himself."
Goddess Lakshmi looked toward him quietly.
"...."
Vishnu’s faint smile remained gentle.
"The world will try to harden him."
"War. Responsibility. Loss. Power. All of it slowly changes people."
His gaze returned toward Devara beneath the sacred waters.
"But this..."
The divine preserver watched the young king laughing freely without fear or calculation.
"...this is what will truly carry him toward greatness."
Not rely strength. Not divine blessings.
Not power.
But the ability to remain warm-hearted despite carrying the weight of destiny itself.
Goddess Lakshmi’s expression softened hearing those words.
Because she understood exactly what Vishnu ant.
Many rulers gained power.
Very few kept kindness afterward.
And sohow—Despite everything surrounding him—
Devara still treated the world with curiosity rather than cruelty.
Even cursed monsters received friendship from him before fear.
Then Lord Vishnu suddenly chuckled softly again.
-Chuckle!
That caught Goddess Lakshmi’s attention imdiately.
The goddess narrowed her eyes slightly.
"What?"
Lord Vishnu shook his head faintly.
"I was just rembering sothing."
A trace of amusent entered his voice now.
"Narada."
Imdiately Lakshmi understood she had been just a mont before briefed by her husband.
The prophecy.
A hundred years ago,
Lord Vishnu himself had quietly instructed Sage Narada to deliver the prophecy regarding the cursed apsaras and Devara’s future role in freeing them.
Back then, Sage Narada had been extrely excited after hearing it.
Too excited.
"...."
"...."
So excited that both Lord Vishnu and Lord Shiva imdiately realized allowing Sage Narada to rember every detail perfectly forever would beco a disaster waiting to happen.
Especially because Sage Narada had a legendary inability to keep interesting information contained for long.
Lord Vishnu still rembered the conversation vividly.
"If Narada rembers too clearly,"
Lord Shiva had warned calmly,
"all three of us will be exposed before our wives within three days."
Narada himself had proudly insisted he could absolutely keep divine secrets.
Nobody believed him.
Not even Sage Narada himself.
So eventually, after delivering the prophecy, even Narada’s mory regarding certain deeper details beca naturally blurred with ti.
And honestly—That was probably safer for everyone involved.
Because if Narada had rembered everything perfectly for the last hundred years...
There was an extrely high possibility he would have accidentally revealed the entire situation while casually singing sowhere across the heavens.
Goddess Lakshmi finally laughed softly now understanding Vishnu’s thoughts.
"-Haha!"
"Yes..."
"...that probably saved all of you from us."
anwhile below the heavens, completely unaware of the divine beings discussing him—Devara was currently arguing with a crocodile because it had hidden too well during the ga.
And sohow—Watching that ridiculous scene beneath the sacred waters filled even Vaikuntha itself with warmth.
Brahmaloka...1
Far beyond the mortal world.
Beyond the sacred rivers of Bharatvarsha.
Beyond even Vaikuntha and the snowy stillness of Mount Kailash—
Within the radiant brilliance of Brahmaloka, another divine pair quietly observed the unfolding events beneath Goddess Ganga’s waters.
The realm glowed with endless wisdom and sacred tranquility.
Ancient Vedic chants drifted gently through the luminous skies while rivers of knowledge flowed like streams of light across the divine realm itself.
At the center of it sat Lord Brahma upon his divine lotus seat while beside him rested Goddess Saraswati holding her veena gracefully.
And before them floated the divine vision.
Currently showing Devara arguing with a crocodile because it had hidden "too professionally" during their ga.
Even Lord Brahma softly chuckled seeing it.
-Chuckle!
But Goddess Saraswati’s gaze held sothing deeper than amusent.
Pride.
Warm unmistakable pride.
Because while others watched Devara’s playful nature...
She rembered another mont.
The gurukul. The classroom.
The question asked by the young student.
"Why do we pray to Goddess Saraswati before learning?"
And then Devara’s answer.
Not empty praise. Not blind worship.
But understanding of knowledge. True understanding of it.
He had spoken of knowledge not as privilege—But as a right every soul should strive toward.
He had explained that Goddess Saraswati did not belong only to scholars, kings, or priests.
She belonged to every person sincerely seeking wisdom.
To those willing to learn. To those willing to grow.
To those willing to prove themselves through effort and humility.
And most importantly—He spoke with respect rather than fear.
That alone touched Goddess Saraswati deeply.
Because many worshipped her for blessings.
Very few truly understood what she represented.
Yet Devara had explained it naturally before children with sincerity in his heart.
Not for attention. Not for prestige.
But because he genuinely believed those words.
And as the goddess of knowledge herself—Goddess Saraswati could feel truth clearly within speech.
Her expression softened beautifully while watching him beneath the waters now.
"He honored properly."
The words escaped her gently.
Not with arrogance. But in satisfaction.
The kind only a mother feels when her child understands the values she wished to pass onward.
Beside her, Lord Brahma smiled knowingly.
"He carries wisdom naturally. Its only natural he is our son after all."
Goddess Saraswati lightly nodded.
-Nod!
"But what pleases most..."
Her eyes remained fixed upon Devara laughing freely beneath the sacred waters.
"...is that he teaches without pride."
That mattered greatly to her.
Knowledge without humility eventually beca poison.
But Devara still approached learning with wonder.
Even after becoming king. Even after receiving divine blessings.
He still listened. Still questioned. Still learned.
And that made Goddess Saraswati happier than grand rituals ever could.
Then slowly—Goddess Saraswati lifted her veena.
The sacred instrunt shimred softly beneath the divine radiance of Brahmaloka1.
Brahma quietly watched beside her already understanding what she intended.
And soon—Music flowed gently through the heavens.
Soft. Beautiful.
Overflowing with warmth. Not a grand cosmic hymn.
Not a divine chant ant to shake worlds.
But a mother’s song.
A lody filled with pride, blessing, affection, and quiet joy for the son who had made her heart feel honored.
The sound spread peacefully through Brahmaloka like flowing moonlight.
Even the sages ditating within distant parts of the realm slowly opened their eyes hearing the divine lody.
Because when Goddess Saraswati herself sang with genuine happiness—The universe listened.
And far below, beneath the sacred waters of Goddess Ganga’s domain—Devara suddenly paused mid-argunt with a crocodile.
For a brief mont, he felt sothing warm brush against his heart.
A strange peaceful feeling.
As though soone far away was smiling proudly at him.
Then imdiately afterward—One of the crocodiles tried escaping again.
"HEY!"
And the peaceful mont vanished completely as Devara launched himself back into the chase while the divine realms above erupted into soft laughter watching the chaos continue.
Bhulokh...1
Deep beneath the flowing sacred waters of Ganga’s divine domain, complete chaos had now fully erupted.
What began as a simple ga had sohow transford into a full underwater hunt between one overexcited divine king and five increasingly frustrated cursed crocodile apsaras.
And unfortunately for them—Devara was taking the ga far too seriously.
The glowing underwater forests of the divine domain beca filled with movent as the giant crocodiles desperately attempted to hide themselves among ancient stone ruins, luminous coral formations, and flowing curtains of sacred river plants.
Varga herself had hidden beneath the shadow of a massive broken pillar covered in glowing moss.
The crimson-eyed crocodile buried herself halfway beneath sacred river sand.
The silver-eyed one attempted hiding inside a cave behind a waterfall current.
The green-eyed crocodile tried blending among ancient subrged tree roots.
And the golden-eyed one had sohow convinced itself that remaining perfectly still behind a glowing lotus cluster would work.
It did not.
Because Devara sohow found every single one of them.
Quickly.
Suspiciously quickly.
As if he knew where they were from the start.
"AHA!"
The sacred waters echoed with Devara’s triumphant voice again.
The green-eyed crocodile froze in horror as Devara suddenly appeared upside down above the roots where she hid.
"I FOUND YOU!"
The crocodile stared at him in betrayal.
’How?!’
Well... Not verbally.
But the emotional damage was extrely visible in her eyes.
anwhile elsewhere within the divine domain, the silver-eyed crocodile carefully peeked out from her cave only to nearly suffer heart failure when Devara casually waved at her from the entrance.
"...."
"You’re bad at this ga."
The silver-eyed crocodile looked genuinely offended.
The crimson-eyed crocodile lasted slightly longer than the others.
For nearly three full minutes she successfully remained hidden beneath the sacred riverbed while silently celebrating her intelligence.
Then suddenly—A finger poked the top of her head from above the sand.
"I can literally see your tail moving."
The crocodile slowly erged from the sand with crushing disappointnt radiating from her entire being.
Even Goddess Ganga had begun openly laughing now while watching the chaos unfold.
"...."
Because the ga had beco absurdly one-sided.
anwhile the crocodiles themselves had slowly begun suspecting sothing deeply unfair.
Especially after Devara sohow located Varga despite her nearly perfect hiding place.
The mont he pulled aside the glowing river vines hiding her, Varga imdiately stared at him with full accusation in her eyes.
’This is unfair.’
Again—Not verbally.
But Devara sohow perfectly understood the complaint anyway.
"What?"
He grinned shalessly.
-Grin!
"You all just hide badly."
The five crocodiles collectively looked emotionally attacked.
Because no. They absolutely did not hide badly.
This man simply searched like soone who already knew exactly where they would be.
At one point, the golden-eyed crocodile even swam to another region entirely hoping to escape detection.
Only for Devara to imdiately appear beside him sohow.
"Found you again."
The crocodile nearly gave up on existence after that.
anwhile Devara himself looked happier than he had in weeks.
Months perhaps.
No royal politics. No court etings.
No neighboring kingdoms threatening war.
Just laughter beneath sacred waters.
And perhaps that happiness itself made the crocodiles unable to truly stay annoyed with him.
Even while suffering.
Finally—After nearly ten minutes of underwater pursuit,
Devara proudly stood atop the ancient stone slab once more with both hands resting on his waist triumphantly.
Around him floated the five defeated crocodiles.
Emotionally exhausted. Spiritually damaged.
And deeply convinced the ga had been rigged from the beginning.
anwhile Devara’s face shone with victory.
"I found all of you."
The young king grinned brightly.
-Grin!
"Told you nobody could escape ."
The crocodiles stared at him silently.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Dead-eyed once again.
Inside their minds though—All five shared the exact sa thought.
’This man is impossible.’
And sohow—Despite all their complaints—The ancient cursed apsaras found themselves smiling inwardly too.
Because after years of darkness beneath the waters...
It felt strangely nice to laugh again.
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