Harappa- Curse of The Blood River II ‪@theclassicaudiobooks9870‬ II Vineet Bajpai II Audio Book

foreign [Music] books Channel today we presents the audio books of harappa curse of the blood River the first book of harappa Trilogy written by vineet bajpai part 1 introduction 2017 New Delhi video shastri a young entrepreneur from Delhi gets an unexpected summon from his 108 year old great grandfather who is now on his Deathbed the old matadi show clan leader Brahman from the ancient Indian city of kashiq Banaras wants to reveal the secret of a prehistoric curse to video because that not just destroyed an entire civilization thousands of years ago but also obliterated its very truth until now the dying brahmana dwarka shastri is the last among the lineage of Guardians of a hidden Cellar in the complex Maze of a Shiva temple in Banaras their lies buried at 3500 year old encrypted and preserved handwritten scroll it has a lone Sanskrit couplet written on it along with a prophecy that during the specific sacred hour in the rohini nakshatra constellation on the purnima of Full Moon as per the Saka somewhat or Hindu calendar a person of their own bloodline yet unblemished by the sins of his ancestors will unfold The Dark Secret he will put an end to the most horrifying curse in the history of mankind there is a reason why would you tears from his great grandfather the sacred hour has arrived video has been kept away from Kashi by his previous three generations because they are bearers of a spelled the curse it was none other than their own ancestor vivism pujari who betrayed his own people in his own civilization 3700 years ago he paved way for the destruction of planet Earth's first Metropolis harappa but most unforgivable of all he betrayed the Great River of the wise he turned it into the blood River 1700 BCE harappa harappa is the mightiest City on planet Earth and is run by the wise and righteous Vedic way of life [Music] is about to be announced as the chief priest of harappa the most powerful position in all of Iowa or the land of the mighty irons he has worked for half a century to reach the spice and coveted position but something goes horribly wrong his friend turned arch rival the vice Panda Chandra and his bewitchingly beautiful wife used the dark Forces of the three long-faced magicians with empty eye sockets from Mesopotamia they get vivism pujari entangled in a dreadful controversy of being the cold-blooded murderer of nayantara the enchanting dancing girl known for her upper arm Bangles that covered her elbow and then were worn right up to her shoulder that's all she wore while performing for her most powerful and intimate guests is condemned in a public court and is thrown into the Dark Cells of harappa zamaritkaravas dungeons of the Dead where he swears vengeance not against chandradha not against his venomous conspirator not against the judge who declared him guilty or the Black magicians from Mesopotamia he swears Vengeance against the whole of harappa his public trial is held at the great bath he is spat upon and pelted with stones by the very people of the great City for whom he had dedicated his whole life his property is seized in his beloved family exiled to Baron and deathly lands he screams with hate and paints the word prey to showed retribution on the wall of his dark self with his own blood 1578 A.D Portugal King Emmanuel V of Portugal receives an urgent letter from the Vatican in the letter the big man himself refers to an ominous truth that when discovered will change the world forever that secret buried in the Sands of a Western Indian Port Village must be found and wiped out from the face of the Earth it does once again about the lost city that once prospered on the banks of the fabled river once again this chapter of human history must be destroyed forever the very existence of the church leadership depends on it the emperor is advised to use the fiercest force of the sword to achieve this end King Emmanuel sends a lethal Fleet of 200 warships to the quiet and peaceful Indian region of Goa the natives were unaware of the prized remnant of Mankind's Greatest Secret that lay buried in the Deep chambers of popular yet fiercely guarded Goan temples and little did they know that they awaited the bloodiest pages in the story of the subcontinent 1856 A.D Barrick Paul the British sociologist and employee of the East India Company Wayne Ashbrook seeks a midnight meeting with his Superior Colonel Mark Sanders has made a discovery that cannot wait it is a reality diametrically opposite to what he has been asked to record in his India Diaries and documents it is the biggest lie on the face of the Earth it is about the Aryan Invasion he has been indoctrinated with it is about the racial superiority of this Creed that arrived into India and colonized the natives he has now unveiled scriptures and sources that point to an unbelievable truth about the mighty ions Wayne knew the startling Revelation would alter the very fundamental dynamics of religious and political discourses of the world to his utter shock Venus wand of dire consequences by Colonel Sanders who wants Sween to quietly document the false data and forget that he ever Unearthed anything about the ions he tells Wayne that he has no idea of the scale and implications of this reality and the forces behind it Wayne nods and takes leave of sandals but his conscience does not allow him to do As Told he tries to get the truth published in the Calcutta Tribune Wayne's mutilated body is found hanging on a tree outside the writer's building Secretariat the next morning the newspapers declare it an act of violence by two Indian sepoys but the truth is something else something terrible the prophesied bloodthirst is about to raise its head again prologue 1700 BCE he was the only human for miles he could hardly see in the dark of that unusually fearsome stormy night especially with the heavy trickle of his blood tears in sweat mixed with the Muddy Waters of the unseasonal torrential rain blurring his vision in the Pitch Black Knight the bald bear-chested Brahman struck with his ax back and forth at a feverish yet futile pace he was attempting to cut at least one of the thick jute ropes that bound one pillar of the freshly built man-made mountain of brick and bronze although meet with the objective of diverting the course of a river the enormous mound of stone brick metal and wooden blocks appear threatening enough to alter the assault of even the Bold tsunamis of a rogue sea but then the river under question was no less than the mighty oceans themselves muttering to himself under the Roar of the downpour like a man possessed he used every ounce of strength from his body hardened by years of penance and Vedic discipline he pounded the cable-like Rope furiously even as his fingers played and started to bleed when he couldn't breathe anymore he threw his head back and looked up once to let the heavy raindrops slap his face angrily with the unsympathetic water washing the red mud off his eyelids he let out a ghastly Sky piercing scream it was perhaps an attempt by his recently blackened soul to make the gods hear his Indescribable angst but he knew it was too late the gods were horrified at his deeds and would not forgive him or an even he started cutting the rope with his short ax again more menacingly than before he knew he had been trying to cut one coupling knot for over an hour now the ropes were specially made upon his own instructions he knew there were 998 more break bronze and stone pillars held together by thousands of similar rope knots that forged the unbreakable Mount and that it would take weeks to disassemble it if a thousand men worked day and night the 999 strategically engineered and reinforced pillars were built as per his own careful architectural and astrologic guidelines what was he doing had he gone mad he knew he could not undo the Giant Mount even one bit and yet he fired away his acts incessantly hopelessly a solitary figure in the lonely miles of empty land ravaged by a midnight Cloud burst with a swin pujari a man worshiped for decades as a devta half human half God revered as the son of harappa looked like the ghost he felt extreme pain under sinking regret at the Sinister consequence he knew could not be averted he kept weeping kept mumbling and kept chopping away and then he heard it it had begun the ominous Rumble of the mighty River gushing into an unnatural course somewhere distant but not too far made his blood curdle the once generous loving and nurturing mother River had incarnated into a thirsty rucked dhara blood River plunging towards devouring her very own children the river of the wise was betrayed by one of her favorite Sons she was betrayed by her devta son vivism pujari the once righteous and indomitable vivism pujari led the ACT slip from his hand and it fell on the slushy mud with a wet thought he stood Frozen gazing towards the direction he knew his now manic mother would appear in her demonic form she knew it then he knew he was going to be the first blood at her altar suddenly he wanted it that way he slowly felt a sense of ease and relief spreading within him he felt hope maybe his mother would claw out his life but spare the millions of others he dropped to his knees stretched out arms in submission by his sides and opened his palms the rain washed his tot and wounded body as if finally helping him cleanse his badly not a conscience and offering him his last bath take my life Almighty mother I have earned your wrath and I submit myself to thee he yelled out as the night sky lit up with an angry clap of thunder it was as if the gods were rejecting this Fallen Dave tastly he screamed again this time his voice splitting with desperation and heavy sobbing do you not listen to your crestfallen Sun o Mighty mother take my life but forgive the others they have not sinned as your son has take me the sky lit up again it was nearly daylight for a few moments the silent lightning flashed on Witherspoon pujari's bleeding sweating and deranged face and then it followed the delayed noise of the Thunder was as loud as an exploding Sun the gods were saying no we were swin pujari felt a powerful gust of wind on his face as he saw the giant water Mountain appear from the corner of the far mound turning directly towards the path where he sat crumbled on his knees it looked like an enormous Hydra Dragon turning its head towards its prey the dean of the river was louder than the Thunder that roared a few moments ago sat there dazed as he looked up at the Mountain High torrent casting a looming Shadow even in the Darkness he appeared as small as an ant wood in front of Mount sumeru as the sky-high tsunami of his mother River was all but a few moments away from engulfing him pujari had faltered in the last few days he lost the glory of a lifetime in a few days of the blinding Revenge he sought but he was vivisvan pujari but devta like all men of advanced yogic learning he instantly summoned and scented his soul within his Kundalini he froze his heartbeat and prepared his mortal body for death even as he did that and was getting swept off the ground with the force of the invading water he whispered a calm last prayer mother forgive them don't let them perish for my sins forgive them mother the devastating Rivers swallowed the devta vivism pujari like a mammoth tornado erases the existence of a dry twig the gods the murderous blood River The Dark Knight the Thunder of Indra the god of lightning and stomped the vast expanse of land and the merciless rain stood witness to the end of the greatest man of his time but the death of vivism pujari was not going to be the end of his impact on this planet it was the beginning he was going to live on in hatred deceit conspiracy and violent conflicts for thousands of years he would haunt not just ayawada but the whole world with never-ending Bloodshed and Killing In The Name of the very gods that abandoned him even his death would not liberate him or humankind from the curse she maintained her unrelenting course despite vivism pujari's dying plea the blood River was not going to forgive them the Saraswati was going to Devour the mighty city of harappa along with every last one of its inhabitants Delhi 2017 videoed the mobile phone wouldn't stop ringing both vidyut and Damini were in deep sleep and neither of them had the energy to get up and take the call it was 4 30 am the phone continued to ring incessantly Damini shook videoed slowly with dude get up here it's your phone hum mumbled video array get up now baby Damini insisted with her eyes still closed would you reached out for his phone his handbroping for it on the bedside table who calls out such a god forsaken our man hello would you nearly barked into the phone as he took the call there was silence in the room would you sat up on the bed and was listening to whoever was on the other side of the call very intently his muscular body appeared as tense as his brow all okay baby inquired domini with youth squeezed her wrist gently indicating that he wanted complete silence Damini new video 12. she opened her eyes and looked at video holding the phone tightly against his ear teeth clenched eyes shut in concentration but purohit ji why didn't you tell me sooner said would you to the person on the phone Damini had no idea who purohit ji was and why would it looked so anxious suddenly she got up on her elbow as she listened carefully how much time does he have purohit ji asked with you pensively after a few seconds pause he said I'll be there by this evening would you tongue up the phone and rested his head on the bed's backrest his eyes fixed on the ceiling his well-built chest arms and shoulders combined with the rare glow of his fair skin gave him the appearance of royalty of an August lineage his long light brown hair complemented his chiseled features and penetrating eyes well redoot looked every bit his name without electricity but there was infinitely more to his Persona than just his Greek God looks Damini knew she loved a strange and strong man and while she never spoke about it to him somewhere deep down she hoped to get married to him one day she knew with it was different from all the other boys and men she had met at the premier hansraj College of the North Campus of Delhi University and the world in general apart from her deep in secret Delight of phoning this man who was pleasantly complexioned well built with deep brown eyes like those of her biblical conqueror in the intense facial expression of a man born to lead the world she was convinced that video was uncommonly gifted and he was where dude was an inferno of talent skill spirituality and ambition he was an entrepreneur power Excellence at his young age of 34. he was a musician a poet a writer a painter a martial artist a party maker and a natural leader of men his friends lovingly called him video what worried Damini sometimes was the kind of friends he had baby you okay she inquired gently after a minute who is this purohit G and where do you have to be by this evening as most people call it replied with youth still gazing at the ceiling why Banaras love out of the blue not really out of the blue Damini but I wasn't expecting to be called like this I was supposed to never return to Kashi there was silence in the room Damini listened with disbelief at the mysterious and disconnected statements vidyut was speaking in it wasn't like him and it wasn't like her assertive journalist self to keep waiting till Eternity for the answers she wanted quickly she sat up fully attentive tied her hair swiftly in a bun while holding a hairpin between her teeth like only beautiful and confident women do and fired her questions politely yet firmly Kashi you mean Banaras or Varanasi or whatever why do you have to go there baby what were you not expecting and for God's sake why were you to never return to that place and what do you mean return When were you there in the first place and how on Earth have we never spoken about all this can you please tell me everything Damini was now as curious as she was edgy would you turn to look at her as if noticing her presence for the first time since his phone rang we have not spoken about it because it was not important here Kashi was a closed chapter for me for years when I tried to claw my way back there I was prohibited from doing so and now when I have learned to live without The Fountains of the past they give me a call said with youth with the laugh of disbelief before Damini could organize her thoughts would you sprung up from the bed and walked to his wardrobe he took out a cigarette box and lit a cigarette now Damini was really nervous it was after nine months that video had put a cigarette to his lips and it was now she knew something was really not right her eyes silently followed with utas he walked out to the balcony of his sprawling Penthouse in Tony gurgaon where she lived with him she quietly followed and stood next to him leaning against the railing of the balcony she wore a very light and short negligee that accentuated her slim and attractive figure Damini was as beautiful physically as she was intelligent she did not utter a world video was in a trance and for the first time since she knew him videot looked afraid of what she knew not Kashi is the holiest city in Hinduism perhaps the most ancient religion and way of life on Earth originally called both Kashi and Varanasi as hundreds and thousands of years passed the name changed first to Varanasi and then to Banaras under the influence of Pali literature Hindu mythological scriptures have it that when the Great floods destroy the whole world in the final judgment Lord Shiva himself will protect the city of Kashi by raising it on the tip of his mighty Trident or threshold a city that has seen over 10 000 Winters Varanasi is said to be home to some of the greatest occult practitioners and powers of this world and all others it is also the keeper of the planet's most Sinister Secrets it was a 90-minute flight from New Delhi to Varanasi vidyut was going to take the 3pm flight so as to be with purohitji by 6 pm he had a devoted set of friends and colleagues who took care of everything for him and vice versa vidyut and his core team operated like one single organism that needed very little conversation among them most things got done with the exchange of a glance or two words on a phone text with youth's dear friend Balor shot for balakrishnan was his closest Confidant and perhaps the only Man videoed fully trusted Balor was not only videos next in command at the company he was also with youth's best friend he was ex-military a highly decorated army officer during his short Service Commission Valor could crack complex Financial models with the same ease with which he could bust the ribs of an opponent in unarmed combat and he worshiped with youth he loved widowed would you ran a corporate security company that protected its large multinational clients against technology-based competitive espionage launched his company as a small startup which was now among the leading industrial security companies in India the success of his company made with due to very sought after man and gave him access to the movers and shakers of corporate India powerful politicians who perhaps needed more technology-based security than even business houses swiftly noticed the use of his company's products and services speed dial for many of them they took pride in having reduated their social lunches and garden dinners at a very young age video it was a very influential man but for people who knew his lineage for people like purohitji this game is no surprise we do it was no ordinary man he wasn't supposed to be one wearing a casual gray t-shirt and blue jeans would you looked much younger than he actually was he was packing light just for a day or two Damini was worried about all that was happening but maintained a brave and smiling face would you looked at her every now and then and flashed his disarming smile or winked at her playfully he wanted to comfort her and show her that everything was normal they both knew it wasn't after he was done with the quick packing would you paused for a while and stood staring out of the window by this time Balor had entered the house and made himself comfortable with a cartoon of coconut water from the fridge he sat on one of the dining chairs and sifted his sweet coconut water silently both were dude and Damini were used to ball his presence in their home and they loved it he was family we dude noticed Balor Thai Bala hey video was up man Khana khaya had lunch and quiet video yeah yeah Balor responded without looking at his friend this was enough sure of affection for the day but it meant the world to videoed what happened next was something Damini dreaded and couldn't imagine happening would you walked to the safe in his study and pulled out the mahapanchang the Hindu a sanatana calendar and planner Damini froze with fear and her mouth went dry the last time video had taken out this Advance panchang was his life's worst day it was the day he had lost his beloved mother despite his modern clothing and appearance despite his flashy cars in his technology company vidut was an expert practitioner of Vedic astrology he could read the kundalis horoscopes of people with the same prowess with which he often scanned through software codes Damini protested by covering her open mouth with both her hands and by allowing an expression of horror to envelop her face would you noticed it but made no effort to comfort her he seemed to be in a trance again he spread the panchang out on the dining table next to where balasat chanted a silent Sanskrit Mantra in his mouth and leaned over the large chart this panchang was more detailed than the regular thing available in the market every year his dear friend gopal from a Hindu Monastery in the Himalayas sent him this authentic panchang it was the real deal it could be interpreted studied and put to use only by the grand masters of Vedic astrology UT was one of them and gopal was among the many friends of video that mystified Damini Bala could see the Panic on damini's face in the tears welling up in her eyes he put his hand on videos and asked softly yet firmly what are you doing man why do you need this now video did not respond Damini could not take it anymore she ran to vidyut's side held him tightly by his arm and pulled him to face her what are you doing baby she yelled at him her voice ready to burst into a sob there was momentary irritation in video that being disturbed like this but he quickly regained his composure he realized that an explanation was now overdue he had been behaving strangely ever since he took purohit just call and his love for Damini demanded that he shares everything with her over almost everything come here baby said with you does he affectionately pulled Damini by her arm and made her sit on a couch close to the dining table I can tell you what is important in two minutes or try and tell you everything in the greatest detail but for that even two days will fall short he continued Damini just stared lovingly at widowed her eyes wet in her beautiful face slightly contorted as she tried very hard to hold back a barrage of Tears even if I tell you everything Damini you will not be able to believe it you will probably think videot has lost it you will probably want me to meet a psychiatric consultant if you don't want me to contact one already videot laughed meekly as he tried to add some humor to the tense situation in Wing Damini kept staring at him with the same disbelief and fear baby just tell me what is going on your woman is a strong woman she can handle it said domini's matter of factly is possible I didn't want to push you till now but I know you so well you would never pull out the panchang if something was not seriously out of place we're due to a silent for a moment he then took Damini soft and artistic fingers in his hands and sat down on his knees on the floor in front of the sofa she sat on he looked at her with a Charming tilt of his head and a genuine smile this time for real he kissed her hands and said simply Damini I am half human half God Paris 2017 killed that Bloody Aryan boy reg Mariani's Lufthansa flight landed at the Charles de Gaulle Airport he peered out of his first class window at the Rainy Paris evening he did not really relish the inviting sight he had work to do the tall and handsome man in his mid-40s red Strode briskly through the airport exit stepped out of gate number six and slipped into a waiting black Mercedes-Benz s-500 he instructed the chauffeur to drive him to the Lovely Hotel Regina at the rule the Rivoli after a 50-minute drive under courteous check-in reg was in the most luxurious Suite of the Posh Parisian Hotel overlooking the musee dulu money was the last thing reg had to worry about he was funded by the world's richest institution Ever After quick shower the finest Italian suit in an anxious cigarette reg was on his way to his dinner rendezvous with a man known not by his name but by his title the mashira Bianca someone reg considered to be the most dangerous man in the world or second most dangerous maybe the most dangerous man was the one who had sent Rich from Rome to Paris with a handwritten note the mashara Bianca was a 40 year old dashing man with beautiful almost feminine features and penetrating eyes that could burn a hole into metal he sat alone and relaxed in the expensive Brasserie sipping on his vodka and smoking an Indian brand of cigarettes an acquaintance from India regularly sent him a supply of his favorite Indian Tobacco the brasserie was filled with fine people though more men than women the master of welcomed reg with a warm smile and a wave as soon as the latter entered the restaurant this was not the first time the two were meeting reg was greeted by a warm handshake in an order for double vodka the finest on the menu the mashara offered register cigarette from his Indian pack reg obliged with a smile and asked a bit hesitantly so you are still in touch with your Indian employee cigarette and replied smiling not an employee a friend I only work with friends reg you should know that Reg nodded with a grin he knew the mashara had no friends so how can I help you ask the mash era you know who I work for and you know what has been bothering my mentor and employer for so many years the mashira nodded profusely is a sign of his complete understanding of the situation while the mashira looked very calm reg was uneasy about how a man of his stature and profession was sitting alone in a public Brasserie Bridge expected the mashara to be more guarded than the president of the United States he continued nevertheless clearly the situation has now become serious they have called him to the clan HQ the mashira stopped nodding and his eyes became still the man of his extreme intellect could sense that the prophesied hour had finally arrived so what does the big man want asked the Masher after a pause referring to Rex employer is the big man Bridge quietly took out the handwritten note he had carried from Rome in a sealed envelope and handed it over to the mash era the latter opened the note read its contents in less than a second and handed it back to Reg stopping for a moment to think the mashara picked up his glass of vodka and emptied it in one gulp he buffed the last track from his Indian cigarette and extinguished it in the ashtray after a few seconds of pause the mashira spoke referring again to regs employer the big fellow knows this is not going to be easy right this this man cannot be harmed without the greatest of effort yes he knows replied reg he knows because he tried to use his own craft first it didn't work he would not ask me to meet you of all people to take care of someone ordinary the mashara looked deep into Rex eyes with his cold and fearsome gaze after a few seconds he smiled and said consider this done Reg tell the big man saying this the mashara got up from his chair and shook reg's hand like a regular old friend as soon as he turned to walk away rege and four other guests were stunned to see the entire restaurant get up from their seats it was only then reg realized that 45 out of the 50 guests of the brasserie with the mashara's security detail they all got up in unison and walked out of the brasserie the mashira lost somewhere amidst them Bridge knew now that there were more than 100 concealed automatic guns in that Brasserie all this while they were speaking from past dealings he knew that each of the Mashers Fighters carried a minimum of two deadly weapons on their person at any time reg was always afraid of the mash era despite knowing that the mashara was Europe's Most dreaded and mystical mafia boss reg still found something amiss about the man something Eerie Greg's attention went to the crumpled note the mashara had returned to him he picked it up and saw the familiar handwriting of his powerful mentor he did not flinch as he read the five words written on that note killed that Bloody Aryan boy Banaras 2017 Kashi the ancient city varanasi's Lal bahadur shastri International Airport at babatpur is about 26 kilometers to the northwest of the main city we dude got off the plane and walked straight to a waiting cab that had been arranged by his office his team new video treated his time as precious currency and was not one to waste even a minute searching for a taxi he counted every minute and valued every moment he expected a fast and classy cap to be parked for him it was there and he expected the driver to know where exactly he wanted to go the driver did with youth's executive assistant rear was well trained more than that she truly adored and respected with dude and his time and she was madly in love with him we dude had that effect on any woman he spent time with just like one of his illustrious ancestors did about 3700 years ago in a different and distant land the white colored BMW SUV moved swiftly out of the airport and covered the first few kilometers in no time with youth sat in front next to the driver he wore a black tea blue jeans reflecting sunglasses and a sparkling Rolex the driver of the car was as excited as he was uneasy he had never ferried a passenger-like widget he could not fully understand it but he could sense a powerful energy wave a man eating from his customer for the day Paris could not hold himself back sir you are from Delhi hum mumbled with you as he speedily responded to business emails on his smartphone sir you come to Banaras for holiday no the driver of the cab could sense his customer was in no mood for a conversation he persisted nevertheless for some unknown reason he wanted this intense and handsome man to acknowledge his presence so myself Paris Pandey video now turned and smiled generously at Paris Pandey much as he was busy and engulfed by the powers and demons of his own world and life video it was exceptionally kind to people he could sense Paris effort to start a chat and the man with you it was he would never let an even down as far as he could help it Paris was delighted by the show of Civility by his clearly rich and mysteriously powerful customer hello Paris I am with you said without extending his hand out to Paris who grabbed it with great enthusiasm in eagerness he dreamed widely at widowed as they shook hands but something made him revered this hand he held it was not the first time he had felt that nearly Divine Touch sir how long you stay in Banaras and quiet Paris in the typically broken but supremely effective English that expert tourism business Fork use in India one day replied with dude Perino sir you will not be allowed to leave Banaras the city of Lord bullying art another loving name for Lord Shiva till the time he himself permits you to said Paris joviali little did Paris know that his casual words would turn out to be dangerously prophetic for which it was not supposed to leave Varanasi alive Banaras colonies and localities have the most tongue twisting names [Music] fatik Duke chandi essi gadolia lamkar and more but very few people know that each name has a profound history and a story that is as old as humankind itself [Music] is located where the followers of the legendary philosopher and ascetic bold Kabir built a Hermitage in his memory although quite contrary to the teachings of the great Kabir himself who spawned institutions that attempted to act as conduits between the almighty and his subjects similarly as sea was named after the ancient issue River in the associated sacrificial ghatopia itself was derived from the primordial River Varina nothing in Varanasi was frivolous or trivial nothing the only frivolity was in the skeptical eyes of the uninformed Observer Paris new videos destination in the city was the most powerful and secretive Hindu Monastery in all of Varanasi the devraksha samat or the goddaman monastery he was petrified because the host involved was none other than the mystical the worshiped and the dreaded brahmana priest dwarka shastri who led this powerful Mart While most of varanasi's monasteries or maths training grounds or a khadasana educational hostels or gurukuls had a strange Mystique or secrecy about them the month that was led by dwarka shastri was exceptionally feared and this modern boyish City bred man video wanted to get dropped in the very heart of the Hellfire Paris felt the urge to warn the seemingly naive gentle man with you sir why you go to this place please it is very you know daravana scary advised Paris though it sounded more like a frightened warning he continued dwarka shastri ji is a saint but very short-tempered he curses frequently now you see and his curse never go wrong Paris was perplexed because his customer seemed unmoved by the subtle yet dark caution reduce Gaze on the road ahead did not flicker for even a Split Second Paris wondered if the man next to him was fearless or foolish or something else Varanasi is not everyone's cup of tea a lot of it is stinky ugly Dusty crowded jammed poor and repulsive it represents everything that is not right with humankind and yet it is undoubtedly the most beautiful city in the whole world just an inch below its horrendous outer skin like the most profound and the most spiritually powerful Mysteries and philosophies man has ever known in that sense it is quite like the universe in which we live dark and cruel on its outside material crust yet calm an immortal in its inner Realm the ancient city of Kashi was meant to represent this Duality since the beginning of time but only the gifted Seeker could spot this fine Godly construct Paris stopped his car when it could go no further into the typical narrow Lanes of the city he dropped with youth very close to dwarka shastri's Mart which itself was in close vicinity of the city's greatest Shiva Temple The Majestic Kashi vishwanath mandir despite the Unstoppable Rush of people in the screaming of bicycle Rickshaw horns the place had universally accepted holiness even as Paris pulled out his car from the drop point he touched his forehead with his fingers and submitted a small prayer to the very air of the place a common Hindu gesture in reverence of the Almighty even as he drove out of the narrow alley Paris leaned his head out of the window and called out to video Babu my number is 98 billion 456 million 738 917 please call me if you need anything reduce smiled and nodded in response he had a near-photographic memory or phonographic at that with the small rucksack on his back Wedgewood walked steadily into the really narrow and wet alleys leading towards the secretive and feared monastery widget was here after two and a half decades but he remembered every path like the back of his hand nothing had changed the same constricted Lanes between residential buildings built hundreds of years ago almost every wall painted with sceneries and portraits of Hindu gods and goddesses each painting expressing boundless love and devotion in the form of bright colors the same fragrance of marigold flowers mixed with temple incense almost every home in Varanasi had a small Temple and it was cleaned and anointed every day the same kind of people walked past him visibly poor but strangely content every third person who passed by was a priest or a holy man Richard knew where his destination was and vice versa aware of every step he took in after a few minutes of walking vidyut knew he was very close he felt his pulse racing faster as he Advanced closer and closer to his goal it was not the pulse of a man nervous or afraid it was the happy heart thumping one feels when coming to family after a long time and we dude knew he was coming home his real home would you reached the massive Stone carved dwara archery that marked hey entrance to the devraksha samat the archway was beautifully an intricately chiseled into Fine Designs patterns and figures it looked awe-inspiring at once but the real narrative lay in the small Stone figures and figurines carved into it the close inspection would uncover the powerful haunting and Immortal Legends those figures told however for video there was no fear or power Associated to the such way there was only love only a warm embrace he stepped close to one of the ends of the archway and caressed it gently with his fingers like an infant touches the cheek of a beloved grandparent even as Vegeta must himself in the memories and affection this gate held for him a rough and loud voice barked how dare you lay your hands on the dwar would you turn to see a young man in his late 20s well-built and clad in the flowing traditional saffron attire of Hindu monks charging towards him he spotted a big tilak of a million paste on his large forehead most dominously he carried in his hands a short but battle-ready thrissur or Trident that her three spearheads meet of shining steel at its attacking end held by a thick polished bamboo stick redute was unfazed who the hell are you and how on Earth did you dare to touch the spice pillar demanded the young fellow would you observed that he was a good looking man with honest features and expression how much do you know about this pillar and this Archway brother inquired we dealt with the soft smile the young man was taken aback by the fearlessness and insolence of The Stranger but he also sensed something familiar about videot he couldn't tell what it was this gate is over 800 years old replied the young man with no letting up in the anger in his voice and asked with dude what do you mean then it is made of a very rare kind of stone and and I am going to break your big city face if you don't walk away right now the young man video looked straight into the eyes of this fine young fellow paused for a few moments and then spoke with Supreme confidence this Gateway was built in the year 1253 under the stewardship of the then maktadi SRI bhairava shastri the stone block used to carve This Magnificent Archway was a gift from the king of kanoj and weighed an incredible 1008 tons the primary architect of the Gateway was pundit ramakant dikshit who employed 27 fine Craftsmen from mathura and they worked continuously for three years to complete this masterpiece it was erected and commissioned in the winter of year 1256 and was inaugurated by none other than the Kashi naresh king of kashik himself single quote the young man stood dumbstruck who are you with the only words that escaped his mouth my name is vidyut shastri the young man froze with disbelief in a few quick Moments video could see his eyes welling up with tears before video could say anything the young man crumbled and fell at his feet with youth was bewildered as he could feel the man's hands wrapped around his ankles in a show of complete submission and devotion even before video could bend down to lift the man up he had sprung to his feet and run towards the inner sanctum of the monastery like a man possessed he has arrived he has arrived he has arrived the young man kept yelling at the top of his voices he vanished into one of the lanes leading to the mutt they were waiting for vidyut's arrival for centuries harappa 1700 BCE the last devta Viva swin pujari bathed himself in the pious and Sparkling Waters of the Sindhu a small tributary of the mighty Saraswati river that ran next to harappa harappa worshiped the powerful river is the very Giver of Life and knowledge inhabitants of the massive Metropolis loved the river as much as they revered it and the most affectionate among them called her sarama Sara the mother the very existence of harappa and both its close and distant provinces like Mohenjo-daro in lothal depended on the Saraswati she provided them with drinking water irrigation transport fish medicine protection against invading armies and sacred banks for advanced Vedic rituals she was the very soul of the Harappan Society the day after tomorrow was going to be the biggest day of vivisvan pujari's life the man of 55 years he looked not a day older than 35. his Ivory skin radiated an unusual blur and he had the broad forehead of a powerful monarch field is the Surya son of harappa for the Brilliance of his triumphs he had the eyes of a very kind man who also enjoyed unquestioned Authority his belt was a stone cast as that of an expert athlete in his muscles glistened under his fine and the vastram upper body robe Witherspoon pujari was not only a grand master of ancient scriptures mantras and hymns he was also one of the authors of the profound and intense readers the most contemporary work of literature nature sciences and spirituality he was said to be the recipient of divine blessings from the primordial rishis who with the causal forces of creation itself along with Shiva and Shakti Rivers when pujari was not a man he was a Divine phenomenon he was the last devta ever to be born on planet Earth also they believed then Chandra was pacing up and down his brand study while he wasn't too happy about the turn of events himself his real worry was something else chandradhar was exceptionally wise in a master of all the spiritual and scientific learning of his time he was the second most influential man across the vast plains of the mammoth Harappan settlements he was the chief treasurer of the state he was also the acting head of the Priestly Council most importantly he was chief of the gopaliks at the races of harappa's greatest wealth the Divine milk-bearing livestock anyone who controlled this Fortune controlled all of harappa and yet the second most influential man in all of the state was envious he was envious of the first most influential man in all of harappa he was envious of his best friend his very own brother-in-law chandradhar was envious of none other than the mighty vivisvan pujari Butch and radha's real worry was something else his real worry was his wife priyamvada or the soft spoken unfortunately his wife was anything but that she was his Life's greatest caller unlike his own large-hearted self premada hated everything and everyone Chandra feared that the rub off of her emotional Venom was slowly transforming him into a monstrous Soul something harappa had never known he hated her and yet deep down he laughed Her Madly he couldn't live without her priyamvada entered the study where he was pacing frantically he could see her profound hatred wailed well under her beautiful and smiling face congratulations Pandit chin Radha she said cheerily and then hissed like a witch you've lost again you fool Witherspoon climbed the steps of the Sacred Sindhu Saraswati ghat peer towards the Posse of State guards waiting for him in utmost attention holding his signature Banner of The Shining Sun High it was their duty to protect vivisvan pujari under all circumstances but more than considering this their Duty they felt blessed to be in this position of closeness to vivism pujari the greatest Treasure of the Harappan civilization apart from being the man who brought the ten warring tribes of ayurveda together into the historic peace Accord within pujari was credited with the most profound contribution to harappa he was the one who wrote the first 5000 battle beasts or schwas horses into harappa making it the most powerful military in the world this was immediately after he had defeated the mighty Surah the powerful warlord from the Far West where they spoke The Stranger bhasha On language when pujari was the most revered man across all of the vast planes and people knew he was not just another ordinary mortal no mortal could achieve and deliver what vivisvan pujari had he was indeed a devta half human half God vivaswin was elated today he was going to be declared the chief priest of harappa the morning after next by the blessings of the highest Council of the Divine seven or the saptarishi which would make him virtually the emperor of the nation state Emperor was not really a welcome term in the powerful democracy that vivaswin pujari and Pandit chin Radha had painstakingly carved harappa into but the chief priest practically controlled everything however not everyone was taking this coronation of sorts lightly definitely not priyamvada vivaswin pujari entered his massive yet simple home it was a gigantic structure in the heart of harappu that stated in no unclear terms what stature vivaswin pujari commanded in the Metropolis and yet it appeared to be nothing more than a gentle Hermitage the Abode of a family that lived its life in intense austerity in the service of God and his people as soon as he entered his house wivaswin was greeted by sanjana his graceful and devoted wife she was widely loved and revered both his vivism pujari's better half as well as for her own Charisma social service and profound Vedic learning sanjana served Witherspoon's morning repast in which his son Manu joined him Manu was named after the first man in Vedic scriptures and was a handsome strapping young lad of 22 he was immensely proud of his father and vice versa so how is your learning of atharva Veda progressing Manu asked viviswin gently while scooping up his kheer price porridge from the Fresh Banana Leaf plate using his fingers you know it is among the most important Sciences you need to learn as it deals with occult practices and knowledge of the Ethereal world yes Father I am concentrating a lot on it as it interests me deeply replied Manu although there are some scary elements of the spirit world that I will need to learn directly from you continued Manu with an element of jest in his tone he very well knew that the dark Sciences were out of bounds for all young practitioners he enjoyed teasing his father the great vivism pujari nevertheless you'll get one tight slap from me one of these days how many years has it been since I gave you one inquired with swan joviali he knew his son was having fun both of them shared a hearty laugh followed by a doting caress from Witherspoon on menus shaven head he loved Manu and sanjana more than his life sanjana sat next to Manu transferring some mokhir potato Curry and porous onto her son's Banana Leaf every couple of minutes her life's greatest joy was to see vivisvan and Manu Bond like the Sun and light the family of Witherspoon pujari was a model of love trust Simplicity and togetherness it was as if sarama and the gods themselves had fashioned this beautiful family sanjana spent several hours every day expressing her gratitude to the gods and seeking their continued blessings but the gods were about to fail sanjana terribly the dark force had begun its ominous work against this powerful yet gentle Pious family the distant Forest cave was witness to the commencement of a cruel Black Magic Ritual the three Mesopotamian and mayavi blind magicians cackled maniacally and bathed in human blood and wine as they began the ghastly rights their growling chants resonated in the forest killing every animal bird plant and insect in the vicinity the three of them had to summon and combine their entire Army of dark Forces and violent dissatisfied Spirits in this one last Do or Die Quest it was not going to be easy to Vanquish the devta himself Banaras 2017 Romi Pereira it was sweltering hot and humid in that Sardine Can of a railway coach the skinny bespectical young man was being pushed around in the unreserved second-class compartment of the train he looked so vulnerable that almost everyone in that angry coach kicked him around he had changed many trains in order to reach Banaras from his current living quarters in pondicherry Romy looked like a software geek straight from the hostels of India's famous engineering colleges he was scrawny had thick black rim glasses unkempt hair fair skin and an innocent handsome face Romy had a very insecure very subdued personality he could not stand up to anyone especially since he could never confront his brutally punishing ex-mumbai police father where the troubled childhood bruised regularly by a drunk and violent dad Rumi grew up to be a very gentle yet complex character he was afraid of everything and everyone he stammered before every word that he spoke in his soft and endearing voice his father had died in Ibiza domestic accident when Romy was just 13. romy's mother had anyway abandoned him and her half-mad husband just two years after romey's birth being from a landed family Romy inherited a lot of estate after his father's demise he did not shed a single tear as he led the last rites of the drunk Fallen man his distant relatives figured it was understandably deep shock Romy topped his engineering badge he had no friends in school or at his engineering College he was the laughing stock of his entire class even Priya laughed at him along with them even Priya Romi was a master at the English language and when Rahul the most handsome and popular student of their class inexplicably committed suicide they asked Romy to write his obituary Rumi left the beautifully written note under priya's girls hostel room they loved his gesture since Priya was rahul's girlfriend they continued to laugh at him nevertheless what they failed to notice was that romy's father and priya's boyfriend had both died mysteriously brutally as the train made its brief halt at the massive Varanasi railway station Romi struggled to make his way out of the train compartment this slim and scared figure tried to squeeze out of the compartment door apologizing to everyone on the way as he was moving out he stepped on a large dark man stove In the Heat of the Moment that Burly figure turned mouthed expletives and slapped Romy across his face romy's thick black specks almost flew out of his childishly handsome face sorry sir said Rumi to the dark man almost crying and trying to get his glasses back to his face the thick dark man in the purple shirt frowned inebriated by the confidence he felt as a Victorious Warrior everyone around looked away as if nothing just happened Romy was almost thrown out from the coach onto the Varanasi Railway platform number three he could barely maintain his balance as his poor weak figure managed to get hold of his backpack Romy was in tears as he regained his composure wiped his wet eyes in and surely trudged along the railway platform he was a pathetic site as everyone knew Romy was a complete loser who had no strength or Talent whatsoever as the dream moved along the dark man in the purple shirt gurgled in his own blood in the chaos of the crowd an expert killer had slit his throat in just a centimeter long gash but a gash that was sure to kill the man slowly and painfully everyone knew Romy was a complete loser who had no strength or Talent whatsoever except that he was among the world's most sophisticated and ruthless assassins or the Italian white mask had taken notice Banaras 2017 nobody missed you the piping hot cachaurus and sweet orange colored jalebi piled up in front of video tour irresistible they had been supplied by the famous basant Mahal halwai caterer videos last two hours had been a merry reminder of his childhood days at the Mart the young man screaming had resulted in purohit ji's Hasty emergence at the Gate of the mutt he had broken down as he had caught the first glimpse of widget he looked at vidyut and burst into childlike sobs like those of a long lost love and why not video it was like a son to him purohit ji had been the first and only father-like figure we dude had ever felt the protection of ever since he lost his father kartikey after the intense exchange of affection and tight hugs after the complaints and counter accusations of two people trying to prove who loves the other more were oval purohit ji had welcomed vidyut into the very sanctum sanctorum of the devraksha Samad while entry to this area was carefully restricted purohitji had no doubt in his mind whatsoever dude was the ultimate Master and Commander of this clan anyway and had been summoned by the spiritual force of the mud to come and take his rightful place and so it began with the feeding just like a mother treats her beloved child returning from a distant land purohit ji and his henchmen spared no effort in pampering with youth with a mountain of goodies on his table Varanasi is a Food Lover's paradise and with you it was served an assortment of the city's most delectable vegetarian Delicacies it started with the kachoris brown deep fried Puffs stuffed with minced and spiced lentils these taste much better than it sounds followed by the ubiquitous Samosa a pyramidal shaped Patty of refined floors stuffed with the spicy potato paste begin deep fried again Simply Delicious then came the signature tomato chop or the Tomato mince of Banaras a thick batter of fried tomatoes potatoes peppercorn onions and finest Indian spices shallow fried for a change delicious nevertheless videot was forced to consume two portions of each of the above Delights and then arrived the famous banana sweet meats or mithai the whole epic can be written about the dairy-based sweets of Banaras perhaps Calcutta now Kolkata is the only other Asian City that can match Banaras Variety in finesse when it comes to sweets the experienced and Discerning culinary expert can identify a Banaras mithai by only its appearance or even fragrance for video there was the unique long Lata the clove flowered Delight with the spiced stuffing of extra condensed milk then the jalebis and the Keel kadam cottage cheese in fragrant sugar syrup wrapped inside a dumpling of powdered khoya widget was a supremely fit man who swam miles every day during Summers and ran near marathons on his treadmill in Winters he also practiced Advanced pranayama Yogi controlled breathing exercises every morning his Fitness level was so high that no amount of banana soil or mithai could beat him and yet video was unable to move after this Gallery Tempest he enjoyed every moment of it especially the love that came along with the food he was living Banaras like he did nearly three decades ago vidyut was reintroduced to a lot of his childhood friends the young man with the ominous Trident was none other than Sonu purohitja's son by now he was totally in awe of video and threw himself repeatedly into the latter's hugs many times all would you could do was to laugh out loud every time Sonu innocently did that then there was balwinter the humanoid as widget used to call him playfully as a child he was the beastly looking forever frowning shutterya fighter he would never smile he didn't know what a laugh was he was alien to the concept of human happiness but he was a protector and a master artist of kalari payatu the ancient Indian martial arts said to have been founded by none other than the mighty ascetic Warrior parashuram himself thereafter vidyut met govardhan Dada the semi-blind ayurvedic master pharmacologist he had not changed a bit except for his hair turning Snow White then vidyut met his Nursery School friend biji who had now become a school master they all met him with great affection and awe and then he saw the stunning Nana vidyut was momentarily smitten as he saw Nina's almond Brown Eyes in her arrogant yet Soulful submission she walked right into him boldly and bowed deeply in a namaste without taking her eyes away from his even for a second under normal circumstances with youth would have embraced her in a warm hug but this was the month and video was here after decades he wanted to be sure of what was the accepted Norm here nowadays even if Nena was his childhood friend Nina looked nothing like what we do it would have expected for a girl from a comparatively upcoming City like Banaras especially when she grew up in the most conservative brahminakal upbringing Nana was unchantingly attractive she had blowing tan skin and the features of a Celestial goddess her eyes were large and piercing she had a full mouth a small but sharp nose and dark brown hair that curled naturally at the ends her clothing was simple full and yet conveyed something deeply sensual but most of all it was Nina's unusual confidence that struck with dude she carried herself as if she was the Empress of everything and everyone around Namaste video said Nana with her Palms folded in her eyes sparkling Namaste Naina replied with youth with a broad grain so how come the star of delhi's corporate world finally found time for us lesser models my dude laughed out loud and said well looks like nobody missed me here Nana tilted her head to one side and said with a naughty yet inquiring smirk so show her video nobody missed you suddenly purohit ji called out for videoed Nana turned away slowly stopping her gaze at video to moment longer than needed purohit ji had a hearty laugh as would you described The Culinary Onslaught he had just been subjected to I will need a really important digestive purohit ji said we do it while merrily rubbing his bloated yet strong abdomen don't worry govardhan will have something for you replied purohitji still laughing then slowly purohit ji turned serious wiping his face with his angavastram as if to erase his own grin he said we dude you need to prepare yourself [Music] with the mildly admonishing expression for your meeting with youth which meeting purohit ji inquired with you plainly purohit ji paused for a moment to compose himself he was evidently concerned after a short breather he said your meeting with the mighty dwarka shastriji with your meeting with your great-grandfather would you always knew there was more to meeting the dreaded dwarka shastri then a great Branson meeting an elder but he asked nevertheless what preparation do I need to do purohit Ji you need to perform a yajna a holy ritual around a sacrificial fire and chant the Divine Mantra 1008 times through the night with you twins but purohit ji I am a regular meditator an advanced tantric a practitioner of pranayama and I have mastered all the eight siddhis Divine proficiencies you began teaching me as a child what yajna do I need to perform exclaimed with youth with a bit of exasperation and a bit of conceit something he almost never came near to purohit ji anchored his fiery gaze at videot's eyes unable to control his temper in a sudden and uncharacteristic Outburst he flared up do you know who you are going to meet you arrogant fool dwarka shastri is the most powerful Spirit on planet Earth today even if he is on his deathbed now you will not be able to handle the intensity of our master's persona videot by now purohit ji was screaming at the top of his voice there was silence for a few moments vidyut knew he had overstepped the common supremely wise purohitji would never lose his school like this unless the situation truly demanded it regaining his composure purohit ji continued in a soft tone I know who you are without I know you are destined to be a devta like your great ancestor with pujari but don't forget for a moment my son dwarka shastri is an ethereal combination of a man a yogi A devta and A rakshasa no one can match his power purohit ji kept a loving hand on vidyut's shoulder and continued no one can withstand his wrath with youth not even you there was silence for a few moments vidyut looked at purohitji and nodded respectfully finally showing full understanding and agreement choosing to retire for the day and to prepare for the big meeting he folded his hands and bid farewell to purohitji he decided to abide by every instruction given to him by the great hermit irrespective of his confidence and conviction about his own abilities vidyut knew he would need to be in Prime spiritual strength when he faces the dying methadhish there was something causing butterflies in video stomach even as he walked towards his living quarters in the mud all this while even during the intense and heated exchange with purohitji even with the looming pressure of meeting the mighty dwarka shastri there was something that was distracting him continuously not something in fact someone Nena harappa 1700 BCE saptarishi vivaswan pujari dismounted from his massive white Steed his trusted bodyguard and he had galloped for six straight hours to reach the beautiful Abode of the mighty saptarishi of the seven sages despite being the devta himself within pujari was nervous at the prospect of being face to face with the sapturishi themselves it was the last day before they went into their Divine Retreat for the lunar year the mighty saptarishi were no ordinary sages no one knew from where or when they arrived on the planet no one knew what the purpose of their existence was no one had an idea from where they drew their boundless power everyone knew they controlled everything the forests the beasts the skies the rivers and even the Gods the only thing that at times seemed inexplicably out of bounds for the saptarishi was free human will yet despite the boundless power the sages wielded they were the gentlest and the most loving benefactors of harappa and its people it was said that even the sight of one of them was enough to cleanse the karmic debt of a thousand rebirths the Divine glance from them could heal the most Dreadful of ailments their incessant Penance protected the crop of harappa the livestock of the metropolis and the well-being of its inhabitants but most of all they were the loving sons of the mighty Saraswati River she adored them she listened to them they were everything to her the stunning snow-capped mountains towards the Far East of harappa were where the saptarishi resided could sense their dominating presence in everything around him they were present in the trees in the gushing reviewlet in the Pebbles under his feet in the Brazen in the mighty Peaks the saptarishi were believed to be the Guardians left behind on planet Earth by the primordial wishes after they completed the initiation of creation itself the saptarishi were not everyday humans they were not even devtas they were extraordinary Mortals reinforced with the fiery strength of ultimate penance with the streak of the Gods in them they were the last real presence of the Creator on planet Earth [Music] folded his hands and fell on his knees he loved the saptarishi and vice versa with smiling tenderness and deep reverence he summoned the Divine seven o great sages o Protectors of harappu O Defenders Of The Vedas older brothers of the servant O saptarishi show yourself to this humble being the chili Breeze of the beautiful riverbed surrounded by enormous Peaks blew itself cheerily on vivisvan pujari's face someone was responding to his call in the elements of nature were carrying the message and then vivisvan heard what he did every single time he paid a visit to the Sages he heard the forest the mountains the stream the birds and the breeze come in unison resonating the most powerful sound of the universe om the sages were about to present themselves vivaswin pujari sat on one knee head bowed and hands folded in profound respect as one after the other the saptarishi emerged from their Earthly dwelling they did not walk up to him they did not suddenly appear out of nowhere they seemed to be one with the mountains and the forest they seemed to rise up seamlessly from the Pebbles under the flowing stream they branched out in human shape from the barks of Mighty conifers they took shape from the mouths of hidden caves in the grayish blue mountains whether the saptarishi were truly gods or Master illusionists no one could say prize o Surya of harappa Rise obrate devta said one of the sages in a voices soothing as the healing touch of a loving mother s when looked up with mishti eyes one glance at the saptarishi was more peace giving than a hundred years of deep meditation this was not the first time vivisvan pujari was meeting the sages and he could not thank his Stars enough his love for the great sages was Second To None pobreed sages or benefactors of your people o saptarishi your humble servant bows to you with deepest affection and veneration said vivisan pujari is all of his bodyguard stood stunned in or in disbelief the new ones among them had seen the saptarishi for the first time they knew that in harappa this opportunity was considered no less than the most hallowed of pilgrimages darshana or the sighting of the lord of the saptarishi was a matter of finest Fortune and it brought the devotee a step closer to gaining the love and blessings of the dear fit mother Saraswati the one believed to have given Divine birth to the seven sages what brings you here revered devta asked one of the Sages the insatiable thirst for your darshana and your blessings o great sajas replied with this one now smiling at the saptarishi like a child he was experiencing a deep sense of peace and satisfaction in the vicinity of the Sages there in a spiritual power radiated for miles around them offering Rejuvenation and Life Energy to every living organism being face to face with them meant absorbing their Indescribable Vitality from the very epicenter vivaswin pujari was soaking in every wave of that invisible but potent nectar he knew how to The Day After Tomorrow this devotee of yours will be granted the duty of leading harappa as the chief priest bless him with your gracious Presence at the sacred ceremony on the banks of sarama herself continued with a swin the seven sages smiled all at once and then spoke in unison as if they were seven voices a man eating from the same one being our affection for you is boundless oh devta but never use the name of the one and only Saraswati our divine mother until absolutely necessary was stunned as he heard these words he never meant to use sarama's name on Julie but somehow the saptura she appeared to be overly sensitive about the mother everything about the great sages was an extremity their love their benevolence their patience their power and their Wrath riversman wasted no time and without debating whether or not he was understood correctly he felt prostrate on the pebbly banks of the gushing stream with his hands still folded towards the feet of the saptarishi Forgive Me O Great Sage my intention was not to invoke sarama's name needlessly pausing for a moment where this one continued why she may not have given birth to me I consider myself to be her child the sage is drained and the entire universe broke into a smile with them the birds broke into a chirpy flight the river stream seemed to have raised the decibels of its bubbling the flowers appeared to be blossoming all at once and the horses of Witherspoon pujari's bodyguard danced in need in strange Symphony you really are the noblest of them all vivisvan pujari said one among the beautifully laughing Sages raised his head thankful at being forgiven so quickly though still wondering what he had said so wrong you don't need us a mother saraswati's Waters to be physically present at your brand appointment with continued one of the Sages it may give you some happiness to know that the Brotherhood of the saptarishi has decided to embrace you as one of our own pujari could not believe what he had just heard he stood up in a slow dazed motion dusting the sand off his face do not be amazed o Mighty devta you have earned this position and you honor us with your esteemed presence amidst us as a brother now and forever soon the saptarishi will be known as the ashtari sheet the eight Sages the seven smiling saptarishi bent down together with their right hand scooping up some water from the gushing stream they took the water in their arms outstretched from their right shoulders shut their eyes once again in synchronized action and announced in a practiced chant we pronounce you our brother obrate vivisvan pujari said the glowing sages with soft Smiles beaming from their gentle bearded faces you will harion be counted one amongst us a wise and loving mother Saraswati MAA will now be your mother as well pujari could not believe his ears he broke into tears of devotion and fell at the feet of the Divine sages with reverence that cannot be measured he was overwhelmed at the assurance that once he was done delivering his material duties of this life he would find Enlightenment is one of the ishtarishi no human or devta could ask for more Banaras 2017 the dying Brahman Chieftain the outer periphery of the devraxasamat looked like a haunted ancient castle to the unacquainted it had vast Courtyards surrounded by dark corridors and monstrous looking sculptures the stone cut figure of a man with the head of a bloodthirsty lion was a rendition of the fierce narsima Avatar of Lord Vishnu the terrifying and massive statue of an eagle with a muscular human body represented Garuda the mighty Celestial bird there were several pits blackened with ears of soot from the fires of dark tantrak rituals menacing centuries dressed in Saffron and black and armed with scimiters tridents and old Enfield rifles stood guard at every corner smoke dark walls Baron yards fearsome chanting negative forces and angry faces this entire area was called the raksha sakhand or the demon Sanctum for those who considered the mark their home in their place of spiritual learning it presented itself in a tender and beautiful form these select few men and women had access to the inner sanctum or Dev kind of the mat this section of the mutt looked diametrically opposite to the outer periphery it had beautiful gardens flower beds Lotus ponds and havan kundas or ritual pits for divine Vedic yajnas the air was fragrant with rose and Marigold scents and one could see learned priests performing various Advanced sacraments around holy fires there were various Corners where handsome young boys with shaven heads recited Divine hymns in unison the entire sanctum resounded with sacred chants of Vedic and puranikal couplets the dev khand was truly among the most Divine and spiritual places in the whole world the inner and outer sectors of the mat were not in their present forms by accident they were an outcome of meticulous Planning by the breed dwarka shastri and his powerful ancestors in line with the very core objectives of the maths establishment while the world was made to believe that the match was a Center of Spiritual learning in dark arts the reason behind the founding of this powerful Monastery was something very different it was built as a spiritual Cantonment an impregnable Fortress armed with the ability to withstand encounter every otherworldly assault That Could Be Imagined it was established to protect a bloodline vivaswan pujari's bloodline very few people know that Varanasi or Kashi itself is placed at the center of seven concentric holy circles Circle represents a group of potent deities primarily Ganesha and is dotted by shrines and temples for the common visitor of Pilgrim these 56 temples represent simple centers of divinity in our places of worship millions of pilgrims throng Takashi every year and circumambulate these circles and shrines Barefoot over days of tireless treks only a handful of mystical priests and yogis of Kashi know that these seven circles exist for thousands of years and are strong celestial force fields against black occult originating half the globe away at the heart of the circles lies the ancient city of Kashi at the core of Kashi in the vicinity of the vishwanath temple stood the devraksha samat at the very nucleus of the mouth surrounded by vast Gardens and massive statues of Lord Shiva on all four sides stood dwarka shastri's Majestic Cottage constructed with perfect vastu ancient Indian architectural science and astrological Precision this Cottage was built at the world's most ethereally secure spot and it was home to the world's most powerful tantric and most profound Yogi as vidyut entered the dim vasten lamplet chambers of the great dwarka shastri he sensed the presence of power he had never felt before he could sense the presence of over a hundred maybe thousand unearthly beings in this large room where dwarka shastri lay propped up with half a dozen pillows on a massive bed The Grandmaster looked as old as his age yet his heavily wrinkled face radiated with the Vitality of someone much younger his thick Snow White hair was thrown back and gave his towering personality the appearance of a battle scarred Mohican Chieftain he had a large red Deco of a million smearing at the center of his forehead and he was adorned with several gallons of pure rudraksh means believed to be the teardrops of rudra or Shiva himself its biological term being helucoposkinitris he wore white robes and his fingers constantly flipped the beads of a rosary in all he looked like a galactic warlord while there was complete silence in this vast Hall of her room video could almost hear the faint hissing of an invisible brahmarakshasa there was nothing ordinary Earthly about this place with dude stood Frozen wondering whether his great-grandfather was a Hermit a devta A rakshasa or a dangerous combination of all do you know the atharva Veda by heart vidyut inquired the great dwarka shastri in a voice that reverberated across the room like the Grumble of a raging fire dragon [Music] I know all four readers by wrote replied with youth without any show of pride although he had never expected any show of love from his great grandfather with you it was somewhat hurt at the complete absence of affection from the only blood relative he had left hum came the acknowledgment from dwarka shastri it sounded like the hum of a massive diesel engine why are you here Baba purohit ji informed me that you were not keeping well now will that purohit decide when dwarka shastri himself is well or unwell growled the grand old man angrily as he sputtered into a painful coughing bout would you stepped forward to show his concern stand back yell the breathless Master with dude froze where he stood listen to me boy continued dwarka shastri now that you have come I see it is quite at an opportune time now with me gone they will come for you dwarka shastri's voice was uncharacteristically shaken it had traces of an emotion that was never even remotely associated with the grand old man over the hundred plus years that he lived and ruled it had traces of fear would you felt a cold sweat breaking on his forehead and temples he had a faint inkling of who his grandfather was referring to and if the grandmaster's words came true nothing was going to remain the same for widget for the Mart for his beloved domini even for the entire human race that would mean that a prehistoric prophecy long forgotten was about to raise its brutal head a war infected by the ancient Gus was going to rage again war in the name of God war between the proverbial devtas and demons and like everyone at the mud believed and the order in Rome was sure off with you it was the last devta left harappa 1700 BCE shav sadhana it was a horrifying sight the three hollow-eyed Mesopotamian magician sat inside a dark cave that was lit by a lone torch flickering in one corner their posture was crooked in their MTI sockets looked like black holes leading into an evil Infinity their jaws drooped and they looked like hideous creatures from another world the stink from the stale human blood that they had poured over themselves during their black ritual against vivism pujari made it impossible to stand and breathe in the cave but their feisty employers stood her ground firmly despite being a woman of exceptional Beauty and evident royalty she looked more Dreadful than the three fiends she was burning with violent rage what happened o Mighty magicians from the West she asked in a scathing whisper her devoted guards in Red Hood stood around the three magicians their swords unsheathed gleaming alarmingly in the dim light just a flick of a finger from their powerful mistress would have meant a swift beheading of the three conjurers of black magic the single source of life through monstrous Shadows of this while gathering on the stone walls of the Dank cave the three blind Sorcerers sat Frozen and battered with defeat what happened the woman inquired again slowly zag urg bibiarg the three Scoundrels began growling in unison in voices that didn't belong to them their long and dirty fingernails were clawing their own faces and necks peeling skin and flesh they were clearly still under the control of the angry spirits that possessed them then one of them spoke in a horrifying voice that sounded like someone extremely old in an accent of a very distant land it was the most Sinister voice that the Royal lady and her Gods had ever heard shove shav spoke the horrible Voice through the magician's open mouth as his face twisted and distorted into a lunatic expression shove meant a dead body the Ethereal being inside the malevolent magician was asking for a human corpse the devta was unbeatable the three Black magicians gun Sharon hap is they were ridiculously called had tried a powerful exorcism on vivism pujari the practice of exorcism was known and feared across the known world and most believed that it could prove to be deadly effective it basically stole the soul of the Target and replaced it with a violent and dissatisfied Spirit from the Netherworld for most Ordinary People this meant the end of life in physical existence as they knew it but vivism pujari was not an ordinary model the exorcism had backfired the devta's soul was so spectacularly evolved and blessed that no evil spirit could overpower it Decades of intense meditation Penance in an unparalleled Mastery of the atharva Veda Veda of a cult had made vivisvan pujari indomitable even without his conscious knowledge vivisvin's powerful Soul had repelled the assault the evil spirits had come back even Andrea and housed themselves in the bodies of the three magicians and they sought Revenge shaft sadhana corp's practice was the darkest and most horrendous of all occult rituals it meant the ceremonial use of a fresh human cadaver that concluded with inviting the most insatiable Spirits into it half the tantrics that attempted this malicious ritual died while trying shav sadhana was prohibited in The Virtuous scriptures of harappa because it went against the very Central rule of creation brought back the dead to life illegitimate life who is the dancing girl that wears the famous Bangles during her performances inquired the beautiful yet witch-like woman none of her Gods responded although they all knew well whom she was referring to did you hear what I asked she said again ranga this time raising her eyebrows at the captain of her personal bodyguard pardon your servant my lady but I don't know who you are referring to she laughed and she looked so pretty that even the gods wished her soul shared at least a bit of the beauty of her face really is she not the that every man in harappa wants to feed on she barked with an arrogant and authoritative tilt of her head answer me she thundered my lady her name is nayantara replied ranga hastily much as his reputation was one of dread across harappa in the presence of his mistress the giant ranga was no better than a wet puppy she laughed again then her face slowly turned to a Stony expression she appeared demented with hate and envy use her bring these three dogs the corpse of a young girl then use it to capture the snyderous soul she is the only one who can corrupt The Incorruptible vivism pujari upon hearing this gun cackled like a wicked witch shark growled in hideous Delight app was already chanting something incomprehensible yet menacing they looked worse than the worst nightmare any human could have ranga and his men gasped in horror but the lady walked out of the cold cave unfazed pundit chandradha's wife was not as righteous as he was priyamvada's blood was no better than the yellow Venom of the cobra Banaras 2017 Mankind's greatest untruth part 1. harappa exclaimed with duties he now sat next to his great-grandfather's bed they had been alone together in dwarka shastri's cottage for nearly six hours now barring one Interruption by govardhan the monastery's physician these were the most terrifying yet Transcendent six hours in videos entire life he now knew why pujari ji had asked him to perform certain nerve control rituals before this meeting widget was a whisker away from his head exploding like a fireball over the six hours dwarka shastri had narrated one part of the gripping and cruel tale of the mighty vivisvan pujari chandradhar nayantara priyamvada Manu sanjana somedat the Saraswati River the saptarishi and harappa in great detail he described the city of harappa its culture and how the great sanatana Dharma the world's most ancient religion followed by people of the Hindu way of life originated on the banks of the venerated Saraswati vidyut found it hard to believe that he was hearing a true story that unfolded itself in harappa thousands of years ago a civilization he had only read about in the school books of History was unsure how to react had it been anyone other than his powerful great grandfather vidyut would have laughed off the episode as a wild figment of some storyteller's imagination but it was dwarka shastri who was narrating this fantastic and horrifying Tale and dwarka shastri was no Storyteller but Baba since childhood we have been taught that harappa and Mohenjo-daro were pre-historic cities preceding even The Vedas and puranas dwarka shastri held his Gaze on vidyut's faces he allowed his great Branson to continue I mean I'm sorry baba but all this is sounding ridiculously contradictory to everything that has been established propagated and taught all over the world about the Indus Valley Civilization I mean look at how you described vivisvan pujari riding at the spearhead of 5000 mounts bringing the horses into harappa's Army however it is now widely believed that horses never even existed in harappa and that they came in with the great Aryan Invasion videot gave a flabbergasted look to the Grand Master in front of him dwarka shastri smiled with sarcasm notice the terms you use with dude when you speak about harappa and what you call the Indus Valley Civilization note what words you used established propagated tautana what else oh yes believed dwarka shastri paused for a moment before continuing now tell me young man who has established this belief who has propagated it why is it being taught how have you and billions of people over the last one and a half Millennia been fooled into believing the greatest untruth in the story of mankind but Baba how can you say that the Indus Valley civily enough yet the old Grandmaster midway between with youth sentences stop using that conspiratorial term Indus Valley Civilization dwarka shastri broke into a bout of violent coughing once again but that did not stop him from angrily screaming out his next words don't you understand even now you dimwit boy harappa was not about the Sindhu Indus or its Valley he paused for a moment to see if vidyut was getting his drift and then nearly whispered with exhaustion harappa was the Saraswati civilization with youth it was time for dwarka shastri's daily incantations in the worship of his protecting deity Lord Shiva vidyut had been glued to his chair ever since his conversation with his baba began he was baffled dumbstruck and agitated his great-grandfather had told him the beginning of the harappa tale and something about the Indus Valley Civilization actually being a massive settlement on the banks of the vanished River Saraswati but with youth had no clue how all that was related to him or even to his great grandfather he wanted to know more he wanted to know everything but he had to leave the room as dwarka shastri's trusted staff entered the grand Chambers to prepare their Master for his daily ritual widget walked out of the cottage into the sprawling lawn surrounding it he desperately needed a cigarette his head was spinning and it was only the comfort of nicotine that could keep him steady he had to find a cigarette somewhere he had about one hour and he decided to step out of the mud he walked straight out of the dev into the outer sector of the mat he met and nodded at purohitji and Nena on the way the walk to the ghat spears purohitji was all he could mutter to them purohit ji was astute enough to know vidyut needed time and space time to digest what he had heard because this was just the beginning of the dark Intrigue and violent conflict that awaited him it was afternoon by now and with you decided to take a cycle Rickshaw to the closest heart of the holy gangas or ganga as it is lovingly called by a billion Indians the gods of the revered River were nothing less than a wonder of the world if there was any place on Earth that congregated so much color in the form of millions of people of different shades sizes classes and Creeds it was the ghats of the ganga in Kashi this stretch of the riverbank converted into numerous blocks and sections of unimaginable Heritage and richness had means that were equally loaded with history sometimes tough to pronounce for someone unfamiliar with Hindi in Sanskrit the ghats carried names that were Eternal witnesses to the sands of time [Music] translates into the fear of the ten sacrificed horses the Tulsi ghat is where the immortal poet and author of The profound epic ramchari tamanna's once lived the ramchari tamanas is credited with bringing the Epic tale of Lord Rama to the common man because it broke free from hard Sanskrit and was written in the language of the masses the manikarnika ghat is perhaps the most mystical and morose place in the whole universe this cart is by far the busiest cremation ground for the Hindus It is believed that there have been funeral pies burning continuously at this cart for more than 10 000 years never a moment had lapsed in all this time when the Flesh of a deceased human being was not being incandesced into Amber and Ashes at the manikar nikaghat it is said that a jewel from the earring of Lord Vishnu had fallen at this precise location making it the most Sanctified crossover Bridge Richard got off the rickshawa to crowded spot closest to the famous steps of the Dasha shramid ghat he left a hundred rupees bill in the hands of the Rickshaw puller over four times the regular fare for this short Journey he quickly bought a pack of the best available cigarettes at one of the many modest shops around and walked down the steps to the first broad platform on the guard as is common practice for the millions of visitors and pilgrims that visit these hallowed pairs would you too offered a short prayer to ganga Maya as the gangas is referred to by the locals Maya being a loving term for mother there's something that connects Indians with their Rivers some deep Indescribable Bond video sat on the stairs looking at the mighty gangas flowing in its full Glory the site was surreal almost nothing had changed since videot was here last except for the guard being much cleaner and better maintained he once again witnessed would have been etched in his memory for decades ever since he was a small child he saw human faith in unquestioned devotion at its Pinnacle there were old women older than you would believe could exist hobbling down the steps of the pious heart just to touch the water with their shriveled fingertips there were young mothers carrying balling babies tirelessly right up to the mother River just to anoint their infants foreheads with the holiest of drops then there were the bereaved who had come to take a deep in the Divine water as a final duty to their departed loved ones Every Soul on the guard had the look of absolute submission on their faces the ganga was truly nectar The Giver of boundless blessings and the cleanser of sins of a million births as video took out a cigarette and held it between his lips he realized he had nothing to light it with even before he could figure out what to do a hand with the silver Zippo lighter lit his cigarette for him widget looked up to see a lean handsome young man smiling at him while slipping his expensive lighter back into his jeans pocket you mind if I join you ask the gentle looking fellow in stammering yet chiseled English and with a disarming grin of course we did replied well comingly the young man sat down next to video smoking a cigarette himself they sat there for a couple of minutes without speaking staring at the mesmerizing and muscular flow of the mighty gangas vidyut could manage to notice that while the man next to him was almost his own age he was very pleasant and nearly boyish looking it was like someone had picked up Harry Potter made him all grown up but had done so without losing the innocence of childhood videot finished one cigarette and took out another one he needed the release his neighbor instantly took out the Zippo again and lit with youth's second cigarette he was about to keep the lighter back into his blue jeans but then slipped it into vidyut's hand the way you are going with puffing these babies you're going to need this more than me said the gentle stranger with a nice laugh we dude laughed out loud he was quite Charmed by the seemingly shy but bright young man sitting next to him as the early evening Breeze of the Dasha swamijit ghat caressed their faces and hair would you warmly stretched out his hand to introduce himself hi I'm vidyut nice to meet you the handsome fellow classed with youths outstretched hand smiled and responded hi I'm Romy Romy Pereira harappa 1700 BCE rally intoxicate him with your most potent mix of datura Devil's Apple crushed pearls and rice wine said priyamvada to the now half manic but indescribably pretty nayantara but most of all use the temptation of your flesh nayantara nodded like a gorgeous but deranged doll she was not herself literally thousands of years later such a condition would be described by terms like schizophrenia or substance-induced psychosis but in 1700 BC amidst the vast stretches of the Harappan civilization the condition of nayantara was nothing but the outcome of the shav sadhana conducted by gun sharanap Nigeria was possessed by an angry dakini Spirit of an untimely dead woman that had never been beaten bristly ritual her gun at the abandons Martian or cremation ground at the outskirts of harappa Shah apangun the three dark conjurers of spells and Spirits began the preparations of the shaf sadhana the captain of priyamvada's bodyguard had sourced a fresh cadaver from the city Mortuary it was of a young fair and beautiful woman of perhaps 30 years of age the three evil Mesopotamian magicians had traveled for seven months to reach the sprawling city of harappa they were here on the invitation of priyamvada one of the city's most powerful women she had summoned them because their notoriety is matchless artists of the dark Forces had spread far and wide priyamvada was aware that no one from harappar even the far provinces would dare attack the Great River swan pujari she had to seek and hire Specialists from distant and unknown lands Shah stretched the beautiful cops naked next to the ritual fire I poured human blood on the ground from an Earthen container circling the ritual area gun placed the most powerful human skull he had on a jar that held an offering of wine in it they then placed the raw meat of five different animals in mud plates and placed them on the ground in a pre-decided configuration the scene was set the chanting began the gruesome ritual was aimed at pleasing smashantara the Divine goddess of The Cremation Realm but the Fearsome yet benevolent Tara was never going to respond to these beastly creatures she saved her blessings for the true tantric but as the horrifying chanting continued into the vrs of the dark morning it began attracting several darkiness or dissatisfied female Spirit forms one particularly powerful dakini decided to take the body of the beautiful Fair cops looked at each other with their Hollow eyes in manic Delight as they saw the cops first shiver and then begin growling in a horrifying unearthly voice the dakini was entering the Flesh and struggling to take control against the laws of nature it was only if she entered a corpse first that she would be able to transmit herself into a living human nine Terror in this case the lifeless body of the young woman was now trying to get up from the prostrate position scowling and growling unstoppably sharpened her back to the ground with a tight strangle on her neck and hard strikes from a ritual femur human bone the Demonic chanting continued the dakini was slowly but surely entering the now and dead body The Magicians knew they were now very close to stealing and replacing the soul of the beautiful nayantara the prohibited shav sadhana was about to be concluded successfully the three evil fiends were now certain that they would be appointed as the chief Priests of harappa making them the most powerful men in the world they had been promised even these wretches underestimated the darkness that resided in priyamvada's heart the famous exotic dancer of harappa the ravishing nayantara was dead her physical form was still alive the first casualty of an exorcism via the shav sadhana root was the soul of the victim while nine Terrace was not an evil spirit he is a worldly suffering material hunger and subduing of her conscience had weakened it substantially which in turn enabled the dakini to easily Vanquish it and take over her mortal body some of Harappan and Kashi folklore for centuries attributed this dramatic change in nayantara to Simply an overdose of an unknown detour concoction no one knows what really happened nayantara was now dressing and behaving even more sensually than before the dakini that possessed her was well versed with these Earthly tricks as she had exposure to much higher crafts of the spirit world she knew what little and ephemeral things humans fall for even her servants were startled to see the new enchanting Avatar of nayanthara her female accomplices joked with her that if her new form attracted them so much what devastating effect would it have on the rich and powerful men of harappa knew she had to entice only one man the richest and the most powerful in the entire state she laid out an elaborate Quagmire for vivism pujari she sought Justice for an act of molestation that never happened she registered a complaint with the city magistrate that a young man named Manu pujari attempted to take her by force her loyal staff was readied as witnesses to the false accusation and a malicious rumor was Unleashed given the stringent Harappan law safeguarding its women such an allegation could not be ignored she the dakini knew where to attack with viswan pujari she knew what his weak spot was sanjana could not believe her eyes as she read the summons from the city court vivaswin pujari sat next to her his eyes shut in his fingers flipping the beads of a rosary Manu stood in a corner of the same room he looked perplexed bewildered and yet unquestionably righteous he knew it was a mistake what do we do now with a swin inquired sanjana anxiously the calmness she saw on her husband's face was worsening her nervousness announced her sons compose posture was also bothering her didn't they remember that in harappa caught summons men to public hearing vivaswin pujari opened his eyes and turned to his son Manu pardoned me for asking this my son I know by even questioning you on something so despicable I do you great Injustice but I have to ask for the sake of propriety he continued did you visit the quarters of this lady nayantara Manu stood steadfast listening to his beloved father and letting him finish at that time night the young man who know his celebrated father knew that one day Manu was going to change the fate of not just ayawada but a fall of mankind no father thank you my son and once again forgive me forever subjecting you to this inquiry you only do your duty father I would expect nothing less from you replied Manu with Grace and confidence [Music] smiled he stood up from his seat and walked a few steps to hug his son as they locked into a Soulful Embrace that only a loving father and a devoted son can share sanjana felt mildly relieved but she could still not share the relaxed demeanor her husband and son were displaying she could only remember the brutal public court hearings of harappa if there was anything even remotely in civilized about the great Metropolis it was the public spectacle that its criminal proceedings made for wallet's Grace and luminous Vedic way of life both the justice as well as the prison systems in harappa seemed Untouched by the civility these were the only things that sanjana ever dreaded and these were now knocking at her family's hallowed doors okay so what now you two exclaimed sanjana she looked visibly worried both viviswan and Manu burst out laughing at the way sanjana looked they were unafraid their Confidence emanated from the glowing torch of their impeccable character and their faith in the harsh yet honest judicial Machinery of harappa were among the Guardians of the Metropolis who had purposefully engineered the Justice framework into a huge deterrent however sometimes when someone is too deeply immersed within the picture he misses seeing the dark imperfections sanjana could sense the threat that vivaswin and Manu were carelessly unheeding off I will go and meet this nine children tomorrow morning said with pujari casually flicking the summons document to a nearby table even before River swin could complete these words the Earth moved the city of harappa shook along with every house every Temple and every living being within it the clouds burst into violent Thunder and Manu had to jump and grab his mother's arm to prevent her from ramming her head into a nearby pillar the vast Saraswati settlement was witnessing the greatest tectonic shift of all times and the harappans had never witnessed this phenomenon before was it the gods trying to warn their last devta against what he had just decided to do were they for telling the disastrous consequences of Witherspoon's meeting with the possessed nayantara this Creek of the earth and this deafening flap of the Skies was nothing compared to the destruction in store for all generations of mankind should the black dakini within nine terrorists succeed in her blind and evil Quest and no one knew at that time not even within pujari and chandradhar that the massive shift in the inner earth was the first sign of the mighty Saraswati inching towards the most powerful River tsunami humankind was to ever Witness these were all horrifying moments of a Dark Age approaching fast it seemed like the gods were preparing planet Earth for its worst and never-ending nightmare it was as if the prophesied brali or the great Deluge was finally coming Banaras and somewhere in the Swiss Alps 2017. he cannot be killed dwarka shastri looked somewhat refreshed but it was evident that an illness was slowly and surely eating into him he was a strange combination of a tired body and an inflamed spirit but most of all his eyes burned through everything they inspected his eyes were unusually penetrating widget was back from his short sojourn at the ghats he was about to enter the chambers of his great grandfather again that his phone rang yes Ria said we're dude it was his executive assistant calling we do it where have you been here Damini has been trying to get in touch with you I believe she has tried your phone more than a dozen times exclaimed with dude she's gonna kill me Ria waited patiently for vidyut's next set of instructions she could wait for video till eternity even as she heard nothing she could smell his strong cologne she could count the hair tips on his rugged stubble she knew he liked his Americano more than a cappuccino and that Jiu Jitsu was his favorite martial art form right after kalari payetu she knew what he liked to eat what he liked to wear how he liked his breakfast eggs and what made him laugh Priya knew everything about videot and she hated that video knew almost nothing about her but she was mistaken widud knew a lot about her but not everything tell her I am with someone important right now and that I will call her back as soon as I can he added tell her I am well and everything is okay who are you with would you Austria with you it was a bit taken aback it was not responded to ask him for information he did not care to offer himself and she knew that well no one you know real thanks said with Newton disconnected the call why did she want to know who I am with but would you quickly lost the thought as he had a lot to deal with at this point [Music] Bianca was not used to listening to such words he maintained his composure nevertheless how can you say that he is after all just human said the Masher through the advanced satellite phone he was using from one of his operational bases somewhere deep in the Swiss Alps that's the point mashara he is not just human said the polite stammering voice on the other side it was Romy calling his employer to give an update I sat next to him today he is something different he cannot be killed he radiates the sunknown energy that will unnerve even the most capable adversary are you saying he has unnerved you Romi no mashara there was a brief pause from both ends remember who you are Romy the mashara broke the silence remember your profound work in that speeding tunnel of Paris it was 1997. you were what only 16 then yes mashara replied Romy Fizz did not have fond memories of that project that graceful lady had the most beautiful face in the world and she did not deserve to die but there was no choice the order needed her dead remember Istanbul Paris Delhi Damascus you are unstoppable Romy you are the order's most valuable asset romigramist he did not like what the mashara just said I have told you before I am not your order's asset mashara said Romy with uncharacteristic coldness I am an independent specialist and I only undertake work that I truly believe in he continued it is only a matter of chance that the order and I have many areas of overlap in our beliefs yes of course Romy replied the mashara instantly all I meant was that the order has found you very useful whenever the need arose yes mashara Romi was back to his gentle tone and all I meant to say was that video does nothing like the other projects I have delivered he is strong fearless and and there is a profound force that I sense around him said Romy you would agree that my years of successful work have been possible because I have this unique gift of following the impending death of my projects I can see it you do have a rare gift Romy precisely but I am unable to foresee videos and mash error something inexplicable is protecting him the silence was longer this time the Masher had never seen his prized hit man so unsure of himself he also realized he had never spoken to Romy this long for the first time the mashara sensed something he had never witnessed before Romy was losing his nerve nothing can protect him from you Romy said the Masher a matter of factly into his SAT form you are an artist where do it is just another ordinary guy thank you for the confidence you have in me mashara it is very kind of you now do what you have to Pro me I'm sending some of my Elite unit just to be sure I know you don't need them but only is a backup reduce must not leave that Wicked City alive he won't mashara both Rumi and the mashara Bianca new video it was not just another ordinary guy would entered his Baba's chamber and stood waiting for the grand old man's signal dwarka shastri was back on his bed surrounded by the massive pillows his eyes were shot as if in deep trance videot waited patiently even as he stared lovingly at his great-grandfather it was after decades that he had got the chance to be with his baba he shall face a fair intention was now giving way to an affectionate comfort that with youth felt in dwarka shastri's towering presence a few minutes later the matadhish opened his eyes and signaled with you to come and sit beside him was keenly waiting for dwarka shastri to narrate the next part of the gripping and portentous tale of his ancestors even though he was still a bit shell-shocked at everything he had heard so far reduce stepped forward to touch his great-grandfather's feet as his customary even today in millions of Hindu families touching of the Elder's feet is symbolic of deep respect and absolute submission in return one wins Showers of Blessings would you bent forward and pressed his fingertips on dwarka shastri's left foot as soon as his fingers touched dwarka shastri's wrinkled skin the old man turned to look at videot with a sudden expression of alarm even before vidyut could ask what had happened the expression on the great dwarka shastri's face transformed from alarm to one of Horror man grabbed with youth's wrist in a tight grip and shot several questions in one shaken burst where did you go just now with Ute tell me exactly who did you meet did a stranger touch you did anyone give you anything who did you meet boy answer me by now dwarka shastri was shivering with fear and anger sorry if I did something wrong Baba replied with youth in an uncertain tone I comma I just went to the Dasha swamijghat Baba just for some fresh air I did not meet anyone yes you did you fool there's something you were carrying on your person that is alien to the secure precincts of the mat dwarka shastri's laser-like eyes were now looking straight into videos but it seemed they were looking Beyond them as if dwarka shastri was reading vidyut's space-time Continuum vidut was baffled with what was happening and then he suddenly remembered the flip top lighter that handsome fellow from the ghat had given him hesitating momentarily since revealing the lighter would have meant a confession of his smoking in front of his great-grandfather would you quickly concluded that there were things far more serious at Play he took out the lighter slowly from his pocket a stranger gave me this at the ghat Baba dwarka shastri froze for a few seconds and then all hell broke loose the Grand Master tucked violently at a thick God that hung right next to his bed the pull-activated a lever and Hammer that struck a massive Tower Bell Atop The Dome of his Cottage it was a source call from the matka dish to his Fellowship within moments the door of dwarka shastri's cottage flung open with valventus storming in he held a pair of ominous short swords one in each hand and had a double-barreled shotgun slung behind his back two his belt was trapped several rounds of ammunition also came running pujari ji and his son Sonu the lattice Trident at the ready Through the Windows video it could see the cottage being surrounded by Warrior monks of the Hindu monastery each one of them was armed with blades and modern weapons the devraq Sha samat was indeed ready to scramble for war at a moment's notice what happened gurudev inquired purohitji referring to the Martha dishes his gurudeva or godmaster balwinter looked like a panther ready to pounce on its prey even as he inspected every corner of the cottage with his darting eyes by now dwarka shastri was panting with anxiety but his face had firmed up into a hard cast his eyes were bloodshot they are here purohit said the Grand Master it has Bagan harappa 1700 BCE how can a mother let this happen five villagers have been inundated overnight my lords said the chief civil engineer of harappa the shaking of the Earth had deeply unnerved the entire populace of the mighty City including its leaders such blood cuddling Rumble and Rippling of the ground had never been experienced to heard of before no ancient scriptures or texts of science had any reference to something so terrifying and even the saptarishi were in their most intense month of penance and were unreachable their presence was being particularly missed because along with the Quake of the earth there had been an unexpected occurrence eyewitnesses claimed that they saw the ever tender and reliable Saraswati throw mountainous waves towards the shore which had instantly flooded several villages in the nearest vicinity such a violent tumult of the Saraswati Waters was again unheard of the mother River was a Giver of Life for the Harappan people she would never harm her flock the late night meeting had been summoned every important person of the Metropolis was present at it the meeting was being presided over by vivisvan pujari with Pandit chandradhar Seated on his immediate right this Duo of vivisvin and chandradhar was the most capable potent and trusted leadership harappa had ever found they were also brothers-in-law River sven's wife sanjana was chandradha's younger sister but most importantly the two were dearest of friends together they had pulled harappa out of innumerable Brave dangers and had propelled the city to its present Glory and in less than 36 hours we were swin pujari was going to be appointed as the chief priest officially making him the most powerful man of the Metropolis how many people witnessed the subsurge of the Waves inquired with pujari my Lord since it happened in almost a flash in that two several hours after Sunset there were only a few trade Travelers returning from their long journey from the land of the pyramid tombs their Caravan was a few miles away from the Riverside when they saw the Monstrous waves in the light of the half moon a few miles away did you say asked chin Radha in a tone of disbelief yes my Lord Traders from the Caravan say the waves were higher than the mountain and darkened the skies in their vast shadow over 200 men women and children have perished they didn't know what struck them there was deathly silence in the room as the engineer paused for a few moments my lords the villagers were swept away like they were made not of baked brick but of dry straw he continued the locals of the area have now started calling the mother River with a different name they are calling her the raft dhara River of blood the last statement from the chief engineer sent to chill down everyone's spine blank looks were exchanged every priest leader sitting in the Gathering knew that the Saraswati carried enormous volumes of water in its floor more than any other River in the known world while the mother River had taken care of them for centuries none of the wise men in the room underestimated the raw strength of her holy floor if that River had thrown up waves as high as mountains like the Traders had described it was very bad news four hours had passed since the engineer had broken the news of the tsunami while a couple of the priests opined that the whole episode be treated as a rogue in one-time occurrence the majority voted otherwise there were strange signs presenting themselves across the vast plains and valleys the wind was blowing with unnatural strength and in unexpected directions migratory Birds had flown the way hours before the Quake months before their annual season of flight domestic pets and beasts of Burden were visibly uneasy and afraid there's flowing from their terrified eyes the skies were covered with thick clouds of red and purple something the harappans had never seen before these ominous signs were enough to convince the wise priests that the worst was not over that they needed to prepare for an eventuality far more perilous the large walls of the meeting room were now pinned with vast charts of both Geographic as well as astrological drawings after giving directions for the last rites of the demised and for Relief teens to reach the five flooded Villages immediately vivisvan pujari had immersed himself in a rigorous discussion with the engineers and town planners he wanted to explore all the possibilities they had at hand to take protective measures on the other hand Pandit chin Radha was working on the panchanang and other astrological Frameworks to understand why such dark clouds of Misfortune had engulfed them all of a sudden in harappa human endeavor was the Paramount philosophy of survival and growth but divine intervention was never undermined our towns are reasonably safe against the shifting of the earth my lord said some that one of the most accomplished Chief Engineers of harappa and a close friend of the devta he was responding to a barrage of questions from vivisvan pujari our buildings are made with high quality baked brick and are seldom more than three stories high even if the ground moves none of the buildings will fall I am relieved to hear that some that are you sure the large granaries and copper smelting workshops are also equipped to handle this unnatural phenomenon ask the devta the granaries will be fine the copper units should be advised to Halt work till we know better what we are dealing with replied so that it will be done with a swin pujari nodded at one of the priests who were responsible for all copper and bronze works of the settlement the priest Bowden left the room to execute what had just been advised okay let's move to sarama now said vivism pujari looking at a different chalk that laid out the trajectory of the river he was still referring to her lovingly as ma or mother deep down he was annoyed with her the lives of two hundred innocent harappans were lost as they slept why did she unleash such a curse how can a mother let his happen he was stunned to see that the engineers had nothing to say they stood staring at their feet in complete silences that devta looked up from the chart to inspect their faces one after the other what happened soon that you and your fine team are here to offer Solutions so we can Safeguard millions of our countrymen your silence is not appreciated said that they've tasked only forgive us my Lord but we really don't know what can be done to counter the assault of a storm from the Saraswati recalculated to the best of our abilities if the traders who witnessed the tsunami are to be believed there is nothing we can do against the might of the river the wave is high and Powerful as what has been described will deliver a blow so devastating that it cannot be measured in even advanced mathematics when pujari couldn't believe his ears he was relying on his ingenious to offer a solution no matter how daunting it was but here they were giving up at the very outset so what are you saying soon that do we just wait and watch our homes and our people get washed away asked women angrily almost shouting even before some that could reply the room echoed with a loud metallic ring everyone turned in the direction of the sound only to see that Pandit Chandra had dropped a large copper ink pot on the floor he stood gazing at the astrological chart as if frozen chandradhar called out viviswin without moving from his position there was no response from his friend what happened my friend called out the devta again Chandra did not turn to speak he was staring at the pinchanangas if hypnotized by it vivaswin pujari walked up to him held his shoulders and turned his friend around to face him he was taken aback at what he saw Pandit chandradhar was petrified his face was contorted in horrifying Terror and he was not blinking the devta had never seen his formidable friend in the state not even in the face of imminent death in battle pandajan Radha was as righteous and fearless as the devta himself vivaswan shook his friend gently and spoke in a very calm voice what happened Chandra what have you seen in the panchanang my friend Chandra turned slowly to look at the devta his wide eyes were full of horror and angst he raised one of his shaking hands to grab hold of Witherspoon's shoulder and plastered tightly he looked straight into his friend's eyes with the end is here with us when pujari tried to comfort his anxious friend with a feeble attempt at a smile nothing is ending chandradha we will fight it together like we have many times in the past he said reassuringly Chandra now gave a painful Smile by now everyone in the room was looking at him and there was pin drop silence he was slowly gaining back some of his signature composure after a moment or two he cleared his throat and wiped the tears from his eyes with his fingertips he then turned to vivisvan pujari and spoke in a loud voice for everyone to hear the charts have never been wrong the punching has never been so unforgiving I am unable to believe what I am reading and deciphering everyone was listening in wrapped attention and growing concern the punching and the astrological charts were of grave importance and their study and interpretation by Pandit Chandra legendary never once had his prediction gone wrong Chandra did not want to delay the bad news he spoke simply and clearly gentlemen within one cycle of the moon harappa will fall never to rise again Banaras 2017 I'm half human half God what is the matter purohit ji inquired video purohit ji looked at govardhan the monastery's physician and chemist Mercury falmenit said govardhan why would you run a cyber security company he was well aware of what that was but he kept quiet it is used in hand grenades and other forms of friction-based explosives the three of them exchanged uncertain glances govardhan continued they are trying to kill you with youth dwarka shastri's alarm had resulted in the mutt unleashing hard defense measures of every kind after all they had been preparing for this day for hundreds of years the object that we did accepted from The Stranger at the ghat was subjected to scrutiny of all kinds govardhan and his team carefully disassembled the flip top lighter and studied its content scientifically on the other hand pujari ji and his team performed at dhatu pariksha metal examination using an ancient occult practice to identify the presence of evil in a substance both examinations delivered the same result the rakshasa cult had arrived and they wanted to kill vidyut at any cost the Mercury falminate would have exploded in your face if you had used it only three or four times more videoed announced govardhan in the Sabha conference Hall of the devraksha samat the breed dwarka shastri presided over the meeting his condition had not improved but he outright refused to visit a hospital his heavy and labored breathing could be heard across the hall his fingers clasped a small bundle of hugs tied into a cloth that the matadi shin healed into every now and then the bundle held a mixture of ayurvedic extracts trusted with longevity and palliative properties govardhan had drawn a simple yet clear diagram on the Whiteboard at one end of the hall it depicted the internal mechanism of the flip top device Mercury falminate is very sensitive to friction this cigarette lighter operates on the principle of mechanics heat being generated by the strong friction that is caused between two metallic heavily ribbed surfaces by now everyone had fully understood this simple yet lethal modus operandi of the enemy govardhan delivered the final message nevertheless this device is packed with so much mercury fulminate that it would blow up the head of a man to Smithereens even if he was wearing the driving helmet there was silence in the hall balvanta stood with his eyes still bloodshot he seemed to be trying to burn a hole in the floor with his intense gaze in his mind he knew he was on the verge of playing a decisive role in the final God Demon war of planet Earth Sonu was breathing heavily rage overtaking his face and body language he pounded the base of his Trident gently but repeatedly on the ground as if preparing for a full-out battle purohit ji was in an intense state of common calculation his eyes appeared like those of a yogi in trance his clenched teeth and pulsating Temple gave him the appearance of a war veteran preparing for a major offensive Nena who was representing and leading the very important and very revered women folk of the Mart looked worried and ready to burst into tears it was very unlike her to display this vulnerability she liked to show she was the strongest balvanta himself she probably was but here it was videoed under question dwarka shastri was tired very sick with his mortal body pleading for release for three quarters of a century he had led all the Earthly and otherworldly battles of the mud but now his awaited successor had arrived to lead them in the greatest war of all times he simply turned and called out to his grandson in a loud risky voice Butte The grandmaster's Voice reverberated across the hall with youth stood up and folded his hands as a gesture of respect to his baba [Music] throwing both his arms up in the air above his shoulders what he said in Sanskrit meant one single word rise he was beckoning his great Branson to answer his calling he was urging the devta in video to show himself with youth stood facing the righteous and Powerful Gathering of Hindu monks and priestesses he could see their eyes and faces filled with hope and expectation he could sense their Indescribable and probably undeserved Devotion to him he knew that the hour of meaning that he had always searched for his entire life was here and now my veins carry the blood of my great ancestor vivisvan pujari began with youth yoga dude is the son of the legendary Warrior Monk kartik shastri and my Divine mother Puja I have the privilege of being the great Branson of the mighty dwarka shastri my soul enjoys the blessings of all of you and of every ancestor and Matilda for hundreds perhaps thousands of years while I am still unaware of the fully ancient tale behind this impending devrakshasa conflict I promise you this the men and women sitting in the Sabha were now glued to videoten every word this Divine man was uttering their moist ties made them believed they could see a faint halo around with youth's persona they could see he was the true bloodline of the mythical vivisvan pujari it was crystal clear that video was the awaited severe they now knew he was the promised last devta vidyut continued in an emotional lofty yet humble tone I will punish the man who tried to kill me and I will stop and even and everyone who tries to harm me or and even from this great Institution for now I know one thing for sure my dear well wishes the audience was listening in wrapped attention dwarka shastri was hearing every word like it was a bomb on his troubled soul he could see his great Branson coming of age he could see videoed finding himself he could now allow his soul to liberate itself from his mortal body and duties would you'd meet his concluding statement my revered fraternity know this I am half human half God harappa 1700 BCE mountains of brick and bronze the Priestly Council reassembled after a short break of dry fruit and saffron milk each one of them had to come to terms with what Pandit chandradhar had prophesied all of them were capable astrologers themselves and they used these minutes to verify and re-verify the prediction it was absolutely correct the planetary configuration was darker than any even of them had ever imagined the chances of such juxtaposition were won in a million but it was happening as per Vedic astrology this was The Perfect Storm there was no way harappa the 5000 year old civilization was going to survive more than 30 days we must abandon the city and flee while there is time said one of the engineers his words were greeted with nods of agreement across the grand meeting room of the Priestly Council several of the Harappan luminaries in their flowing robes sat around the gigantic wooden table spanning across the length of the room the others stood around it in groups of twos and threes the setting appeared not very different from what a prehistoric cenatus Romanus would have looked like we could travel eastwards the horses bull carts and elephants can be used for the women children and the disabled while everyone else can travel on foot suggested one of the council members yes yes came the response from the congregation in the room the Escape must begin at Sunrise we could leave the prisoners of the Amrit caravas dungeons of the Dead behind said another let their sins be washed in the Deluge yes yes let's Swan our families and pack our valuables came several suggestions in favor of the Exodus the room soon became chaotic with the noises and animated chatter of the accomplished people in it one could hardly hear what was being said in the commotion thwark the loud and tearing thought startled everyone into silence they then saw the mighty devta vivism pujari leaning over his large gleaming dagger that he had dug on top of the center table his hands still grabbing hold of the blue lapis lazuli handle of the blade his muscular frame stretched across from where he stood to where the dagger had found its mark he is was surveying the assembly from face to face in evident disgust what is the matter with all of you yelled the devta authoritatively we are the mighty harappans we are rulers of entire ayawada we are the writers of the profound readers the Riders of the Great ishwas and the founders of advanced metallurgy are we going to run away like cows just because we are faced with an adversity thundered vivism pujari his powerful voice echoing across the tall ceilings of the hall no one had the courage to respond let alone counter the devta they remain silent Rivers when pujari could make out his fellow men were more intimidated than convinced he immediately pulled out his dagger and put it back into its leather Scabbard he stood straight up and spoke in a low yet emphatic tone we have built a civilization more painstakingly than our descendants would ever believe each one of us has bled and sacrificed for this great nation would history believe that we tore out metals like copper and bronze from the very heart of the land would they credit us for building the most advanced cities of this planet wouldn't even remember that it was we the harappans who could pump water even against the pool of the Earth and will we leave all this glory and run like mice just because a river challenges us there was silence in the room the council members the priests the engineers and the military commanders were all listening intently continued we are together the most powerful force on the planet we have soldiers Engineers astrologers metallurgists Physicians Alchemists Architects and more what can we not achieve together maybe this is a test maybe the gods want us to show them that we are worthy of their benevolence what the gods want is clear from the panchang and the nakshatraswivism said one of the high priests you know this better than I do my friend my leader this planetary formation is unprecedented it is screaming out death and destruction be that as it may my friend I believe we can prevent This calamity or stand in its way and fight the collective will of our people can endure more onslaughts than the ranges of the Hindu Kush with us when pujari looked around the room again he was disappointed to see drooping shoulders and unsure eyes he felt as if he was standing amidst strangers he had never seen such timidity and escapism in the brilliant and fierce leaders of harappa were these the people he believed to be the finest on Earth were these the people he had appointed as the priest leaders and guardians of his beloved City do you have a plan with this one with us when pujari turned with delight to see his friend and partner Chandra finally participating in the debate he was relieved do you have a plan repeated Pandit Chandra as he made his way to the center of the assembly yes I do chandragar replied the devta as long as I have the support of this esteemed Gathering Chandra smiled he looked like he was saying you stubborn idiot to his devta friend he didn't say anything tell us what you have in mind oh great devta you have been a severe numerous times in the past you are the Surya of harappa we have no reason or stature to question your fine judgment said Chandra with a respectful ball and a great amount of officiousness he meant every word he wanted to remind everyone in the Gathering who they were speaking to vivaswin pujari had pulled off impossible victories from the claws of defeat on more occasions than he could count chandradhar was not going to let them forget their death to the devta thank you Pandit Chandra my friend and my able partner replied with a swin with equal formality I do have a plan it will sound ridiculous at first but I promise you I will make it work but this is absurd with viswan exclaimed chandradhar the other people in the room could not believe the audacity of the planned vivism pujari had suggested and there were cries and moans of disagreement across the hall it may sound absurd Chandra but this is the only option we have and tell me why can't I engineers and architects who have built sprawling cities in modern towns build these structures Chandra didn't know what to say on one end he was trying to grasp what vivisman was proposing on the other he could see people in the room exchanging mocking glances and Silent Snickers he continued the discussion nevertheless so tell me again what exactly do you want to build he asked how and why do rivers change their course gentlemen wivaswin replied with a question directed to everyone in the Gathering it is great mountains or giant rocks that Force even powerful rivers to divert the direction of flow moreover if water from a stream can be filled into a bucket by placing it at the right place and at the right angle then water from a river can also be collected in a giant Reservoir the science is the same the scale is different there were more groans and rumbles of disbelief in the room today you say you will halt the flow of water tomorrow you will say crafts made of metal will fly in the sky one of the senior Engineers shouted scornfully hiding his face so as to not offend the devta if the course of a river can be changed then probably wind will also be harnessed one day to light up Villages another voice came it was followed by subdued laughter vivisvan pujari was unfazed he knew he could save harappa irrespective of the Newfound cowardice and skepticism of his colleagues he however couldn't help but notice that some of the engineers and army commanders in the room were new faces he also observed strange and unexpected insolence in the demeanor of some of the attendees he knew for long something no one could dare show in front of the devta himself but he ignored all of it there was a mountain of a task ahead literally he would deal with them for their misbehavior later it was this Clarity of thought and priority that made the devta whom he was we will build mountains of brick and bronze and change the course of the mighty Saraswati concluded with viswan pujari there was stunned silence in the room Chandra and somedith were amazed at both the ambition as well as the Simplicity of the proposed plan little did they know then that the devta had just drawn out the blueprint for the planet's first river dam I need a thousand horses 200 elephants four thousand men and the entire supply of bronze brick wood copper and rope till the sun the taking is complete I will leave this project myself and will camp on the riverbank if sarama chooses to swallow her children again I will be the first at her altar the devta did not believe in half measures he also forgot momentarily that the cosmos is always listening there were mamas in the room the plan that vivisvan pujari had proposed was hard to reject but it was equally outrageous to accept and Implement after a few minutes of deliberation Pandit chin Radha stood up from his wooden stump seat he raised both his hands in a plea for silence it was only after a couple of minutes of cajoling that he could command the silence and attention he wanted harappa's otherwise able and dignified leadership was behaving uncharacteristically uncooked today something was not right about any of this my brothers and friends said chandradha devta vivisvan pujari has rescued us from the darkest of hours not once but many times do we forget it was he who defeated the warlord surah's armies and rode back to harappa with the first 5000 ashwas do we not remember that he subjected himself to the forces of the Netherworld and co-authored the often frightening atharva Veda when none of us could withstand the darker cult rituals I clearly remember when he fought 12 of Suraj a Swordsmen alone on the ghats of Kashi and crushed them single-handedly he did that to save me reminiscing about vivaswin pujari's contributions and achievements made chin Radha emotional for a few moments he pressed his chin against his chest to hold back the tears he then raised his head and announced with deep conviction and influence if the devta says we will build mountains we will if he says we can change the course of the mother River we can friends and brothers we will build mountains of brick and bronze it will be done my lady the dancing girl shall be made to rest pin to her great bed as soon as the devta leaves her private quarters and yes all systems of saffron milk were spiked with the concoction provided by the sickening swines Shah gananap yes all the council members engineers and commanders were affected this was the while progress report ranga whispered into the meticulously carved Grill of the Regal priyamvada's secret chamber she stood listening even as the purple and red skies through distorted and ugly Shadows on her hidden face to a common Observer ranga appeared as if worshiping the idol of a God is such a dilapidated Temple no one knew that the black soul of priyamvada stood listening on the other side as ranga was about to take leave his evil mistress Mama doubt her last commandment make sure ranga what has happened to the priests and Engineers today should happen to all of harappa starting tomorrow every well every tank and every Fountain of the city should be poisoned with the potent Mesopotamian salt of Shah gun a nap yes my lady responded Randa he was wondering what his mistress really wanted from the general populace of the city he didn't have to wait long in two days harappa should be a city of zombies and Mad Men his priyamvada go at 16th century the darkest Crusade the wildly gasping and panting man ran like only a man running from his death can run or a man who is willing to give his life for the cause he believes in on this dark and stormy night while Mickey had both these reasons behind his manic Dash through the narrow Lanes of Bob Dave the komkan Coastal Village he grew up in he was running from christova when a ghost in who the two most brutal Portuguese executioners who were trailing him by only a few corners and turns amidst The Village huts on the Summoners night these black hooded executioners with guillotine-like axes were more fearsome than the reaper himself known to have unnatural fangs forged from sharpened metal they never failed to use these savagely on the throats Scouts and faces of their unfortunate prey they were filled with demonic hatred for the dark-skinned gone and in the last few months christovarvin agostinho had earned the reputation of being incarnates of the Devil Himself but there was more valmiki was carrying the 3300 year old precious treasure that could not fall in the hands of the Portuguese at any cost even if it meant that while Mickey died a horrible death tonight even if it meant that entire Bop Dave and its 800 inhabitants got touched to ashes it had all started with the vast Fleet of battleships dropping anchor at the coast of Goa in the 16th century these were the forces of one of the most powerful monarchs of Europe at that time this Mammoth Marine Army fought for none other than King Emmanuel V of Portugal and Emmanuel fought for none other than the order in the big man from Rome the initial assault was subdued and camouflaged the fleet of Portugal sent more priests and Saints to the quiet shows than it sent soldiers the people of Goa were baffled to see prayer meetings and religious gatherings being organized by these priests when a massive and impatient Army waited just a few waves away there was much talk of the love of a pharaoh God when the bloodthirsty swords of Portuguese soldiers glistened even in the distance there were discusses on the merits of one God over another which was a completely alien concept for the simple living masses of this peaceful settlement they were happy with their gods amidst all this forced love what became slowly but vividly evident was The Uncanny effort of these priests and their missionaries to scan and search every religious institution and building of Goa they would not only visit these places but camp at them for days sometimes weeks together no one had the courage to object no one could ignore the lethal swarm of ships anchored at the shore one thing was clear these priests these Saints and these men in clean white robes they were looking for something they wanted badly at all cost while Niki turned around a corner only to be greeted by a slash of Christopher as gleaming Acts the bleed tore through valmiki's chest which spurted blood almost instantly the brave Gohan fell on the slushy mouth the crimson red liquid now flowing out from his bosom freely the Portuguese executioner stepped forward and raised his ax to deliver the final blow he was going to cut valmiki into two halves the rain was now violent pouring down on this black night like a cloud burst valmiki could see this mindless animal preparing to strike the lightning lit up Christopher of momentarily with his metallic fangs shining like the devil's claws he appeared more monstrous than death itself while Nikki could not let himself perish he cared little for his life but the scroll sewn into his waistcoat was more precious than all the treasure in the world it was the only hope for mankind even this mindless killing by the Portuguese in the name of God was nothing compared to the violent destiny that awaited the human race the scroll was the only hope it helped the only secret that could save planet Earth as he scrambled backwards on the ground facing imminent death while Mickey Drew upon his last reservoir of energy his hand bumped into a rock which he immediately picked up and attacked Crystal valve with The Rock struck home propelled by a dying man's final burst of strength The Rock smashed the portuguese's face into a pulp the Beast christovar crumbled on the ground with his lower jaw dislocated he was dead valmiki stood panting fully aware that a ghost in who would arrive at any moment he also knew his end was near the blood loss from the deep gash on his chest was making him dizzy he had to deliver the scroll into the safe hands of the only man he could trust in all of Goa he had to deliver it to the only Hindu monk who could stand in the way of the Portuguese problem he had to deliver it to the doorstep of the Great markandey shastri the banging on the door was desperate the thunderous night was overpowering all other sounds yet the hammering on the door woke up Mark and a shastri rudely he rushed to open the door only to find his dear friend valmiki drenched in blood he was dying markandey lifted his go and friend on his shoulders and carried him into the small thatched Hut he called home he lit a lantoned to inspect the wounds of his friend he was distraught at what he saw valmiki's torso was slashed across its full length from the shoulder to the waist his friend was not going to last more than a few breaths they are going to break it down Mark and day they are going to raise our Shiva Temple said valmiki coughing blood almost immediately it's all right you take it easy let's talk about it in the morning markandi shastri lied to his friend he knew valmiki was not going to see another morning stop fooling with me Mark and day we both know I don't have that much time markandi shastri was the leader of a small clan of Hindu monks settled in Goa Legend had it that his ancestors had traveled thousands of miles on Horseback to reach this land whether they were escaping a great flood or a great adversary none could say they were believed to be bearers of a great secret They Carried immense wealth with them and used it with utmost righteousness their Clan built several Grand Shiva and Vishnu temples and created philanthropic institutions around them soon the people of this vast Coastal settlement began to reveal this plan deeply the belief regarding their ancient secret was slowly lost in the sands of time several Generations passed in Goa accepted markandey shastri's lineages its own they were inches away from finding it Mark and day when I used the key broke the scene and took the scripture out explained valmiki you are very brave my friend your name will be immortal one day replied Mark in day calmly his arms holding his dying friend in a close-up race you will find it in my waistcoat markandey continued valmiki now clearly in unbearable pain his mutilated body was twisting and writhing with suffering markinde was weeping quietly he could not bear to see his friend in such Agony especially when he knew valmiki was yet another sacrifice at the altar of Mankind's larger booth valmiki could not speak anymore he could not breathe the world was turning dark for him as he prepared to leave his mortal body his blood-stained hand rose up to touch Mark and deshastri's face smearing it in blood from forehead to Chin valmiki whispered his last words they are going to build a dominating structure in place of our Temple Mark in day and call it holy these wretches kill and destroy in the name of a fair Shepherd who spoke only of love and sacrificed himself for them valmiki was now sobbing as much in physical pain is at his disbelief at the monstrosity of human beings save us Mark and day save us leave tonight leave now go far eastwards my friend towards lands closer to Java and Sumatra take the scroll with you mark Hindi did not know how to react the whole situation was overwhelming on one end there was nothing more important than protecting the scroll on the other he had no idea where to escape yes I will valmiki my brother I will try but don't be so sure what makes you think I can save us from this Mammoth Bloodbath because because markandey gasped while Mickey and raised his head in a final effort before he whispered something and sank lifeless in markandey's arms his last words kept ringing in markandey's mind for several long moments after his friend had passed away markandey you are half human half God this duel was not between equals The Ghost and who were almost an impregnable armor strapped from his shoulders to his thighs he helped two gigantic menacing swords that he swung like feathers in his powerful hands a helmet made from Greek metal protected his head he had several razor sharp daggers hanging from his belt and last but not the least his iron fangs still had traces of human flesh clinging to their edges markandi shastri on the other hand stood unarmed and bare bodied till his waist as he stood staring at his adversary the unending downpour washed his sculptured body cleansing his sense of purpose he was burning with the desire for vengeance valmiki's cops still lay in Mark India's heart waiting for its final rights The Ghost and who charged at Mark in day like a Raging Bull swinging his brutal swords in massive Suites markandi shastri stood unfazed the split moment before Augustine house swords could hit their target markandey stepped on one side in an expert move to dodge the madman's assault in one seamless flow of trained kalari Period 2 routine he landed his fist in a claw formation into the Portuguese Bulldog's gut marquinte's fingers were equipped with lethal Tiger Claw hooks within moments he disemboweled a ghost and hope tearing out his heart along with his intestines this duel was not between equals harappa 1700 BCE any y a n t a r a the famous and respected Father and Son Duo of vivisvan pujari and Manu stood tall proud and authoritative in the palatial Lobby of nayantara's rich in classy mansion they had ridden their muscular horses into the courtyard of that large Villa followed by a guard of 100 cavalry there was much Weighing on vivisvan pujari's mind from the last night at the council meeting especially around the Doomsday Prophecy of chandradhar after much deliberation and cajoling by the devta the decision had been taken to build massive structures of stone wooden bronze man-made mountains so large that they could divert the course of the Raging Saraswati and even its demonic waves River swim pujari had then spent the remainder of the night with the Architects military commanders and council members of harappa with careful precision and a stunning command over engineering and Vedic mathematics the devta had drawn out the first blueprint of the ambitious plan he had proposed the plant Scrolls had been left with somedit and his Engineers to study till they met again later today to discuss the detailed and arduous execution 's plan was to quickly settle this irritating matter of nine tourists complaint in return to his duty of fighting for harappa's safety till his last breath the devta was secretly stunned at the opulence of this beautiful reception Master Hall The Shining floor was glossy as polished metal mirrors the pillars were adorned with the most beautiful and intricately carved Stone tiles the corners of the hall house tall statues of the most erotic sculptures vivism pujari had seen in all his travels the heir of the Mansion was fragrant with fresh flowers and exotic herbs the sparkling fountains used the fall of water from Higher Ground to gain propulsion and were placed at the center of the series of large Halls beautiful quiet played Harps and other musical instruments rendering the air with enchanting symphonies but what dazzled the devta more than the beauty of the residence he was standing in was the Divine and unmatched Splendor of its owner the gorgeous nayantara made such a ravishing appearance that she momentarily enraptured even the devta himself with us when pujari could not believe his eyes nayantara looked nothing less than an apsara straight from the heavens everything about her was crafted to Perfection her hair was straight in brown tied in a casual bun behind her chiseled neck and shoulders her fairest skin glowed like it had just been bathed in Rose saffron and milk and her full lips carried a natural pouch that attracted every Beholder to them her eyes were large yet drunk with Divine nectar with her long curved eyelashes punctuating her striking Beauty with natural coal Manu instantly figured it was not his place to remain in that Hall especially when nayantara had presented herself in all her infinite Beauty he bowed and folded his hands towards both vivisvan and nayantara and left the building in all this while nayantara had not taken her eyes off vivism pujari even for a moment riversman noticed that nayantara stood in front of him in unabashed sensuality with her slender and bangled hand resting on her hips she wore a white and Incredibly thin robe that did little to hide her slim yet perfectly voluptuous body the Rope threw itself casually from her left shoulder right down to her upper thighs revealing her Bejeweled red underclothing quite clearly rest of her flesh from her right shoulder and collarbone to most of her full bosom her slim waist in her legs was Bare and unclothed Witherspoon admired her unbelievable attractiveness and charm but he was not tempted the devta had absolute control over his senses this Palace Hall is not worthy of you the son my lord said nayantara please allow me to welcome the great devtas Lotus feet into my private jumbles she added coily with a swin pujari found the request inappropriate but he did not flinch as you please dear lady he responded please call your servant nayantara or nine as most of her patrons call her lovingly all right nayantara can we now discuss the court summons my fine son Manu has received from the city judge there seems to be a mistake your servant is a bundle of Mistakes by Lord giggle nine to a beautifully she turned to walk towards her private Chambers glancing into Witherspoon's eyes indicating that he should follow her Swan pujari obliged he had nothing to fear not even himself nayantara's bed chamber was nothing short of a quartal paradise the air was perfumed with fresh flowers camphor and incense the massive white and turquoise curtains made the sunlight turn silken as it entered this pleasure then from its various windows and sunroofs the massive chandelier of rare and uncut crystal hung over what looked like an ornate Fountain Head of scented wine large cushioned seats with Rich blue bolsters and intricately crafted yellow Metal Frames were placed towards one end of the large room the other end displayed the most opulent round bed draped in black silk please come into my humble love nest obreet devta whispered nayantara huskili as soon as vivisfun entered her bedroom and she shut the chamber's doors behind her she now had a naughty twinkle in her intoxicating eyes vivaswan stood still deciding not to react to any of this tricky woman's antics why was there a summons nayantara he demanded Stanley this time the chamber rang with the most musical laughter within pujari had ever heard even nayantara's laugh sounded like a thousand Heavenly Harps drank their strings in Symphony she now walked towards vivisvan pujari and stood daringly close to him her body nearly brushing against his muscular frame and her raised lips close to caressing his chin she stared straight into his eyes with a swin pujari could now see her gorgeous face closely and could smell the intense perfume of nine to her skin he had to admit to himself that this was a headache concoction and that he would need to brace himself more than usual he was after all half human would my Lord have given his humble servant the chance to come this close without the summons her fragrant breath was now heaving warmly on vivisvan pujari's face vivaswin pujari stepped back in angry objection startled at the audacity of this young enchantress even before he could say anything nayanthara undid her thin white robe and let it slip to The Shining floor in one practiced move she stepped forward boldly flung her arms around with pujari and pressed her lips thirstily against his Banaras 2017 Nana it was a new and enviable fellowship with youth sat in the center of the devraksha samat summary it was a dark Hall in the basement of the mat one among many such hidden Chambers in the monastery were due to a smoking continuously he didn't care anymore all he could think about was the cute boyish face he saw at the guard and how he was going to make him pay they sat in a circle with an assortment of weapons kept in the center it was a kind of presentation being made by the dreaded Warrior balvanta in the inventory there were old Enfield bolt action guns and a few Winchester rifles there were shotguns pistols and revolvers of the finest makes ranging from Colt to Beretta to Webley Scott and then there were the blades the favorite armaments of the kalari Pier 2 champions was stunned to see the battery of arms and ammunition in front of him the mutt was truly equipped for a small-scale war why don't we have kalashnikovs and Chinese grenades balvanta Dada inquired with youth ingest because we are not terrorists we dude replied balwant a matter of factly we are protectors not destroyers he continued every weapon you see here has been legitimately sourced has a government license and can be traced back to its purchase mostly from either retired British officers or Indian government servants these friends of the mutt trusted us with these weapons to be used strictly is defense infrastructure not offense widut was impressed to find a deep sense of responsibility and righteousness in even the War General of the mutt he couldn't however stop himself from probing further but why does the mutt need so much Weaponry Dada who are we preparing to fight balvanta nodded looking inquiringly into vidyut's eyes he didn't know where to start this much has survived for hundreds of years we dealt it has witnessed and withstood attacks from Sultans and Marauders from Invaders to imperialists when every building every home and every Temple including the great Kashi vishwanath was raised to the ground by these violent and Mindless forces the mud stood its ground over the centuries a couple of hundred Hindu warrior monks have repeatedly repelled armies of thousands everyone was now listening intently to balvanta with the sudden realization that the devraxasamat was over 1600 years old we have fought Wars that are not even recorded in history these guns and swords are a last line of defense against a conspiracy in circling us at a scale that is unimaginable you see with dude we are all alone what conspiracy Dada what do you mean alone asked we do it a bit perturbed at balvanta's last statement let your baba tell you about it with youth he would know best how to initiate you into the surreptitious reality with youth nodded he desperately needed another audience with the great dwarka shastri much was to be learned much seemed to be at stake in the ring belvanta sat to the immediate left of widget there was Sonu devoted unquestionably to the sign of the shastri in pujari bloodline Nana sat to the right of vidyut with her shoulders intermittently rubbing against his there was govardhan adding maturity and experience to the group The only new and external entrant into the bunch was Balor video's trusted friend he had flown in from Delhi at a four-hour notice earlier that morning so what's the plan video and quiet Balor looking at videos the others in the Huddle were quite delighted to see the warmer reverence Balor had in his tone as he addressed with youth like a buddy they were convinced very quickly that the two were dearest of friends I'm going to find and kill that bastard replied with Duty even as he inspected a neat Walther PPK automatic pistol whoa whoa show me will find him with and we will make him pay but what's with this kill him Etc buddy said Balor we are not in 1700 BCE anymore bro we do grinned in a tired manner yeah yeah I know Bala you know what I mean man of course we kill interrupted balvanta in broken English he looked angry and perplexed at this indecisive discussion around whether or not to kill the enemy as far as he knew the only way ahead was to deal in body bags Balor now took closer notice of the Neanderthal looking character sitting across him with short swords resting on both sides he burst into a laugh riddled with disbelief at this strange looking man's complete disregard for the law of the land balwinder sir murder is illegal sir said Balor in a jovial and typical delhiwala tone soul is to not offend the caveman he failed miserably balvanta was seething with anger at Ballad taking his name wrongly when Sonu intervened with a loud laugh and corrected the ex-military veteran not balvinder Bala brother a commander-in-chief is called balvanta balwanter balvinder same thing kyun sir Balor winked at belvanta pressing on with the teasing everyone laughed with video putting his hand on balvanta's knee calming down the warrior chief Nana rested her head for a moment on vidyut's shoulder even as she broke into a beautiful laughter that turned her face red balvanta had already started disliking Balor Balor on the other hand had developed great interest in this creature that was ready to kill forward dude picked up a cup of tea from the maths canteen and walked up to the second floor Terrace he lit a cigarette and took a seep of the cinnamon flowers fragrant tea the dusty bustling town of old Varanasi spread out in front of him with thousands of small jointed homes and temples in a continuous crisscross of lanes even as he took the first long drag from his Marlborough someone flicked the cigarette off his lips he turned to see the gorgeous Nana standing right next to him taking a deep puff from his cigarette even before she completed the Deep drag she turned to him and winked naughtily would you gave her a skull of protest deep down he was delighted to see her at the same moment he remembered Damini he quickly shrug off the magnetic attraction he was feeling towards Nana Nana took out the cigarette from her lips her mild lipstick leaving a clear impression on the stub without permission without hesitation she put the cigarette between with youth's lips she didn't leave it there she didn't turn to idiot she expected him to take a pull at the cigarette while it was still in her fingers it was a strange yet extremely effective way for her to show two things one that she felt great physical comfort with videot and two that she did not need his permission didn't know you smoked Nana said we do it after taking a long drag from the cigarette in her fingers what do you know about me videoed she quickly responded with her eyebrows raised she looked stunning and annoyed where dude just laughed embarrassed at her question she was right he had not kept in touch despite them being best of friends in their early childhood he realized she was prettier than anyone he had ever seen the breeze on the Terrace made a lock of hair flutter over her beautiful face her eyes seemed moist all the time even when she laughed that gave her an inexplicable look of vulnerability would you knew Nana lost her parents in childhood and that she was a brilliant scholar and martial artist but here at this time she was just a beautiful girl he could not help but admire more than he wanted to no really without how could you do this to me I wrote perhaps a hundred letters to you without a single reply I have been waiting for you for years yeah not one phone call not one short note Nana was now staring into video size with a complaining and demanding expression well don't blame me Nana you see the girls in Delhi was so fashionable and you you were a little plump if I may say said we dude now mischievously pulling Nina's leg he didn't know what else to say anyway you Cheapo you exclaimed Nana in a display of artificial anger and landed a few soft punches on vidyut's muscular arm as her sign of protest her soft green do patted stole slipped off her shoulder in the process but she didn't care she didn't seem to notice but with youth did Nena only looked prettier without the dupatter around her her dangling Jade earrings were now accentuating the feminine attraction of her unusually lovely face in her long slender neck made her look like the perfect storybook Girl Next Door while she was in her early 30s just like we dude this gorgeous teasing and vivacious girl from Kashi looked nothing more than 19. wedge was now laughing fully and hopping around the Terrace to escape the volley of the playful fists Nana was landing on him Nena chased him around amidst piece of laughter just like she did when they were children only that this time around there was clearly more Amorous chemistry between them despite widudes repeated yet ineffective attempts against it okay stop enough said we do it still laughing and panting as a result of the friendly Pursuit they both paused the Chase and rested with their hands on their knees catching their breath and laughing like old friends okay then say you're sorry demanded Nana panting heavily which made her look more desirable than ever her face was flushed red after the entire running around she was laughing along with vidyut but appeared strangely emotional all this was not a game for her yes yes I'm sorry yeah I'm sorry ninu said widget folding his hands in full surrender he did not realize he had called her ninu a name that he lovingly used for her many many years ago Nana froze this name was more special to her than she could ever tell anyone this was her name when she was alone this was what she called herself while speaking to herself in the mirror she tilted her head slightly and looked at vidyut's eyes as if imploring him for his love and say that you will never leave me alone again she now whispered softly her laugh slowly transforming into a plea smiling and crying all at once redoot was dumbfounded for a moment or two on one hand all he wanted to do was to take this girl meant for love into his arms on the other he knew he was spoken for Damini was the love of his life he said after a few seconds of pause Nana my dear Nana much as I care for shush Nena suddenly put her soft and slender fingers on with youth's lips call me what you just did she moved closer to him and whispered into his ears she was looking into his eyes inquiringly as her cheek brushed against her idiots and her slightly open mouth touched with youth's lips for a Split Second we dude could feel her tender and fragrant breath on his face he could see her yearning eyes ready to break into passionate tears even before he could say anything Nana stepped forward boldly flung her arms around with youth and pressed her lips thirstily against his harappa 1700 BCE sin like a human repent like a god with a swin pujari was riding his stead faster than ever before he was angry both at himself as well as of the circumstances it was the first time in his life that he had struck a woman and he was not ready to Pardon himself for this deplorable deed in a fit of rage he had momentarily forgotten his own strength a slap from the devta was too punishing for the delicate nayantara she had fallen on the floor with a painful cry her lower lip bleeding profusely next to Witherspoon wrote His Brilliant son Manu he was a bit worried for his illustrious father along with the Servants of nayantara's mansion and several of his own bodyguard Manu had seen his father stomping out of nine tourist private Chambers in a visible state of Fury moments before that everyone in the reception hall and at the entrance of nine tourist Palace had heard a loud flap followed by her short cry as if she were in excruciating pain pujari had walked out of the reception hall mounted his horse and without a word rode out of the Mansion Courtyard his son and Cavalry had followed him not one of them had failed to notice the stains of blood on vivisvin pujari's Snow White robes the devta answers only to the saptarishi and no one else said Manu Stanley to the red hooded head Soldier he could sense his own temper Rising but Manu was not one to react violently he maintained his composure despite the Unspeakable humiliation he and his family were being subjected to my Lord I am but a humble Soldier under the command of the Priestly Council I am here only to do my duty replied the head soldier with a respectful bow he knew he stood on Hallowed Ground the residents of the mighty vivism pujari but he also appeared to be wildly intoxicated with what Manu assumed was Nuvo empowerment there was something amiss in his overly respectful demeanor the turn of events was more rapid than the venerated pujari family could grasp within a few minutes of vivisvan pujari and Manu reaching home almost a whole Garrison of heavily armed Harappan soldiers had arrived at their doorstep their red turbans fluttering in the breeze something that was Unthinkable till only hours ago was unfolding itself like a carefully drawn game plan how time Alters even The loftiest Fortunes in a matter of moments was once again to be witnessed the soldiers carried an arrest warrant for the most powerful and revered man in all of Iowa they had been ordered to take into custody none other than the devta himself pujari had barely sat down for his daily incantations when sanjana Disturbed him with the mild clearing of her throat [Music] opened his eyes his senses tingling with unfamiliar human anxiety in over 30 years of wedlock sanjana had never once interrupted her husband's daily penance she was well aware that much of the devtas Indescribable powers found their Source in the Deep recesses of his Advanced Vedic meditation and practices it endowed him with profound wisdom boundless strength in spiritual Supremacy over ordinary models but most of all it enriched his very soul with deep compassion and humility he was the only Chosen and direct disciple of the Great saptarishi in fact for years many in harappa and even in neighboring Mohenjo-daro believed just with the saptarishi had promised with this one the previous morning that vivisvan pujari would one day join the celestial ranks of the Mighty Seven Sages and that they would together bless this world as the eight children of the loving Saraswati the eight sages the ishtarishi but that was not to be what Cosmic Destiny has in store none can foresee let alone becoming one of them within one cycle of the moon this devta was going to wipe out the very existence of the saptarishi the sacred sages he considered to be the Protectors of harappa and his own Divine guardians from the face of planet Earth the succession of Horrors and violence that harappa was about to withstand had never been witnessed before by mankind but Harian would be endured again and again each time man would shed the blood of Innocence to quench The unquenchable Thirst of one demon every era would hear the shrieks of suffering Millions only to satisfy the insatiable hunger of one Tyrant who wanted it all for himself and it was going to begin soon first when an Island's deck a polar demon king would be vanquished by an avatar of the Lord himself then in an epic battle between first cousins for throne that would be won only after it is drenched in the blood of an entire generation then in the form of a black plague that would ravage all of known Earth in its wake then in the central Earth battle between followers of the fair Shepherd and the worshipers of the Divine Prophet who rode into the sky then in a four-year war that would claim the whole world to the world battle that would end with the sun exploding in the very land it Rose every morning and yet it would not end the Bloodshed would never end it was all going to begin with the falling of the Great devta vivism pujari whether he was chosen to be the cause of planet Earth's darkest curse or just a medium for creation to assert itself yet again even eternity would never know the universe was going to test him Beyond his endurance and he would fail he would unleash his deadly wrath on not just his enemies not just all of harappa but also upon and even and everyone who came in the way including the seven sages from the mountains but anger is the darkest poison what he forgot completely during the spell of blind rage was that an act against the saptarishi was a declaration of war on the gods themselves but then again the blackest of depravity in the whitest of goodness both reside in the same heart suppressed or bolstered at the behest of the Soul much as he was destined to preside over the destruction of the great seven sages it was none other than vivisvan pujari himself that was going to make the sapturishi immortal he was going to make them shine like stars in the night sky till the end of time this devta was going to sin like a human and repent like a god Banaras 2017 Mankind's greatest untruth part 2 video was relieved to be sitting next to dwarka shastri again more than 24 hours had passed since the Grand Master had sensed the presence of an alien object in vidyut's pocket and the meeting between great grandfather and Ranson had been disrupted a lot had happened in this time with balvanta with Balor and with Nena the truth is never sold and marketed like Liza with youth the truth is what gets subdued the most buried the deepest began dwarka shastri I know it is hard for you to forget and unlearn what has been systematically fed into you by your modern day schools and books that find inspiration for their content from European or Western influences so before we proceed let's consider the following important questions about the discovery and subsequent history of harappa when did the Harappan civilization exist and when was it discovered who discovered it what was it originally called what happened there several decades before it officially recorded Discovery and most importantly what happened after it vidyut was listening intently he was delighted to see words flowing from his ailing great grandfather at a rapid and sharp pace there was so much to be learned and would you knew that time was ticking away Baba I am not a scholar in this field but I do know that a British officer discovered the harappa site in 1921. I think his name was Sir John Hubert Marshall other sites like Mohenjo-daro were excavated over the next few years by 1931 if I'm not wrong dwarka shastri was impressed with vidyut's fundamental knowledge about this nearly forgotten chapter of History he couldn't help but chuckle nonetheless what happened Baba did I say something that is not correct inquired with dude no no you are absolutely right responded dwarka shastri now tell me what else do you know or should I say what else have you been taught about what you call the Indus Valley Civilization tell me everything we dude felt embarrassed despite being an exceedingly well-read man he didn't really know too much about harappa definitely not enough to have a long discussion with the master like his Grand Old Man he concentrated hard and gathered everything he could recall from memory like I said Baba I am not very conversant with this topic but I will try and recollect whatever little I know and share it with you go on said dwarka shastri with uncharacteristic patients harappa is believed to be a civilization that thrived in the Indus Valley region a large part of which is now in Pakistan the civilization was at its peak during 2600 to 1700 BCE and is considered to be from the Bronze Age harappa and Mohenjo-daro are perhaps the most popular among the sites excavated although over one thousand such locations were discovered some of the other well-known settlements from that era abdullivira and rakhigadi both these being in Modern India dwarka shastri was smiling he always knew vidyut was no ordinary fellow from a big and heartless City but he was now admiring his great-grandson's knowledge about something is unconventional and obscure is her apple especially for an information technology entrepreneur from New Delhi you know more than I expected with youth now think hard and tell me the final bits of information you have about harappa what do you know about its culture and its people and what do you know about its end an hour had passed would you had emptied out every bit of Gyan that he had about the Indus Valley Civilization he had recollected pages from his beloved and fantastic ncert books he drew upon every chance newspaper or magazine article about the Harappan people or dravidians as some texts called their later generations which he had bumped into over the years he described to the great dwarka shastri how harappa had well constructed buildings sophisticated drainage systems and extensive use of red baked bricks he could somewhat describe the scenes in the pottery that had been excavated by the reputed archaeological Survey of India ASI he could share how together with ancient Egypt and Mesopotamia harappa represented the oldest recorded human settlements and finally amazed at his own reservoir of knowledge about this topic he could tell dwarka shastri that while copper and bronze were prevalent in use there was no evidence of eyeing that's all I know Baba in fact I didn't know I knew so much said we do it with a bright laugh dwarka shastri laughed with him vidyut couldn't believe he had made the dreaded matadhish laugh here at this moment in this massive chamber in the heart of the dev raksha samat vidyut was simply a little boy playing with his grandfather before dwarka shastri could clear his throat and begin his end of the narrative vidyut interrupted him and yes one more thing Baba they found a lot of figurines in the excavations among them the most popular ones are those of a dancing girl with arm length Bangles and a seemingly one-eyed bearded priest king the latter is on display in a museum in Karachi today we're due to his thrilled at himself he almost Rose for a high five with his great-grandfather but before he could bloat in the vastness of his knowledge he noticed that the mention of these figurines had Disturbed The Grand Master it seemed as if the brief moment of laughter had turned into vapor in an instant what happened Baba inquired videot what did I say dwarka shastri paused for a few moments he was looking at videot with the strangely tender and inquisitive expression on his wrinkled yet chiseled face these figurines were not Unearthed by the chance stumbling of an archaeologist's fossil brush vidyut said the matadi sambali they were destined for this discovery vidut was unable to comprehend what his great-grandfather had just said but he kept quiet he was not going to interrupt dwarka shastri he could sense something uncanny was about to be revealed the statutes you speak about belonged to two profound characters who changed the course of Mankind's fate with youth was now on the edge of his seat he could hear his own heart pumping he was listening with intense focus on every word spoken by the grand old man dwarka shastri took a deep breath and uttered a name that videot had never heard before but the sound of it sent a shiver down with youth spine he somehow seemed to know the woman behind this name from another land from another time nayantara there was complete silence in the room vidyut had broken into a cold sweat all this was Unreal who is nine Tara and and would you could not hold himself from asking and who does the bearded priest king represent Baba dwarka shastri turned to videot with the puzzled look he gestured to him to come closer with you debate immediately and came to sit on the edge of his Baba's bed he was nearly moved to tears as his great-grandfather took his hands into his own Tell Me baba who is this God bearded man inquired with you consistently dwarka shastri continued to look at videot inquisitively and asked you really don't know widget videot looked blank the Grand Master then raised his left hand and put it on his great grandson's shoulder what he said next would change video's life forever it is you videot the bearded priest king with the skull cross his left eye is you harappa 1700 BCE murder Witherspoon pujari turned towards sanjana only to find his fair and gracious wife nearly shivering with angst immediately upon his return from the disturbing visit to nayantara's Mansion viviswin had decided to calm his nerves in composure by retiring to deep meditation at this very moment of using his meditative concentration he heard the heavy clanking of a thousand bronze and copper armors and the rumble of several hundred horses circumambulating his house Witherspoon was not accustomed to such belligerence least of all could he bear the look of fear on his beloved wife's face he knew something was ominously wrong but no matter what he was not going to Pardon The Audacity of anyone who had Disturbed his Pious household and his loving family like this stunned and burning with rage at this indignation vivisvan pujari walked out of his meditation chamber towards the entrance of his austere but massive Cottage Tanga was not a very familiar State for the Greek devta his Vedic Penance had long conquered this destructive emotion so well known to the ordinary human but the events of the last 24 hours had been extraordinary and had shaken up even the mighty vivisvan pujari even as he pays to meet the unfortunate aggressor his private guard took Vantage positions with bows and arrows at the Windows Doors Courtyards and roofs of the devtas villa the nine of them were hand-picked and raised by the pujari family like their very own children none other than vivisvan pujari himself had trained them along with Manu on his signature Warfare art of sword shield twirl and leap an intense craft that had been propagated as a major martial art by a worship Warrior aesthetic called parishuram a few hundred years ago these nine were enough to defend this household against even a massive Army they held their weapons on standby waiting only for they command of their Master a few Paces away from the door his strikingly handsome and formidable son politely stopped with a swan pujari Manu was smiling with a gentle bow greeting his great father two of The house's fiercest warriors were by his side weaverson noticed that his son who normally led the life of nothing more than a humble and accomplished Brahman ascetic had a gleaming long SWAT strapped to his back his companions had equally ominous weapons at the ready but what Marvel the devta most was the speed at which the young adopt newest reduces of technology and craftsmanship he spotted that meanest fingertips were capped with bagnak or Tiger Claw hooks that were invented by the principal Alchemists of Mohenjo-daro and rakhegadi the Tiger Claw was a masterful blend of molten copper on the long extinct saber-tooth's preserved talons bhagnak was the deadliest weapon for close combat ma is such a nervous darling she never should have Disturbed you in your prayers father said Manu I would have taken care of it the Father and Son were now footsteps away from the Garrison Commander waiting at their door the clanking of armor swords and Spears combined with the Canter of hundreds of horses was now nearly a deafening din the father-son duo could sense that by now soldiers had surrounded their entire residential compound Mina's presence gave wivaswin pujari a strange and unparalleled sense of confidence whether All fathers felt the same in the presence of their growing children with knew not what he was sure of was that Manu was an extraordinary boy something deep within vivisvan pujari told him that his beloved and magnificent son was fated for very big things let me talk to them Father said Manu as they reached the door the mere glimpse of Witherspoon pujari sent shivers down the spines of the soldiers that had congregated in front of the entrance to the massive Cottage not one of them had the courage to look at the Surya of harappa in the eye [Music] stature was like The Shining sun and he represented everything good in harappa these soldiers who worshiped the devta like a god were in a state of complete confusion at what they had been ordered to do who can dare capture God coming straight from his meditation Chambers vivism pujari stood towering at the raised Veranda outside his home's entrance The Majestic built of the bare body Brahman was awe-inspiring as he held his head high and examined the troops with the sweeping glance Manu and his two companions were by the devtas side despite being in the hundreds the soldiers were convinced they could never overpower the small but daunting combat unit Manu and his Brotherhood were themselves known for their Valiants and skill but the real danger was the devta himself in even the most nightmarish of odds vivisvan pujari had never been beaten in battle who leads this impudent operation present yourself announced Manu beckoning the leader of the troops to identify himself there was no response as the soldiers only exchanged glances with each other Manu asked again this time raising his voice for all to hear who leads this audacious procession who has the nerve to March soldiers into the devtas house a moment later a gigantic and monstrous looking commander in the red hooded uniform of the Harappan Cavalry slowly made his way through the soldiers towards wivaswin pujari in Manu stared straight at them as he arrogantly Advanced to the head of the troops the Father and Son were alarmed and enraged as they saw one of harappa's most notorious corrupt and ruthless Army commanders walking towards them it was the dubious Commander that vivism pujari had sentenced to rigorous imprisonment a year ago on charges of rape and treason but had let go upon the direct request of Pandit chandradha's wife priyamvada it was hard to refuse the princess of Mohenjo-daro since then the commander was attached to her as the leader of her personal bodyguard this scoundrel was ranga how can this be how can the Priestly council issue an arrest warrant against me vivaswan pujari was baffled each one of them was hand-picked by the devta himself and they swore allegiance to him at every opportunity but then vivaswin pujari was wise enough to be fully aware of the ways of the world he knew that Fortune and Friends visited and left together ranga had served a written notice to vivisvan pujari asking him to present himself in front of the Priestly Council the next morning the council was entrusted with both executive as well as judicial powers in running the Affairs of harappa this made them the most powerful body across the vast metropolis and its surrounding towns and villages they were answerable only to the chief priest a position that vivisan pujari had already been chosen for the morning that was earmarked for the formal seating of the devtas the chief priest was now going to see him standing like a felon in front of a bench of judges Destiny changes its course faster than Dunes in a desert on the one hand wivason could not believe something like this could happen and was convinced it had to be a big mistake on the other he felt deeply alarmed as he observed The Garrison surrounding his house in a tight formation putting him his family and his household staff Under Siege they were following a clear plan Manu was seething with anger at the humiliation his father was going through he charged forward towards ranga with an intent to tear up the council summon and if needed the commander along with it as soon as he launched forward the raised arm of vivisvan pujari stopped him Witherspoon turned towards his son and gestured at him to calm down I will come with you ranga but before I do that please let me know the charges pressed against me said vivism pujari murder replied ranga Banaras 2017 Mankind's greatest untruth part 3. as expected you have given me the standard institutionalized and well-documented information about harappa said dwarka shastri as he muttered a short prayer to Annapurna the goddess of nourishment the old man continued you have simply told me what year and billions of others have been made to believe and accept over the years after several hours of intense discussion they now sat down for a meal together it was a rare privilege for an even to break bread with the mighty dwarka shastri just like everything else in his life the matadish took his meals like an elaborate spiritual ceremony he followed every recommendation recorded in ancient ayurvedic scriptures and ate with his fingers was in a state of days on one end he treasured this opportunity of sharing lunch with his great grandfather and on the other he was still grappling with all the bizar tales dwarka shastri had just told him who was nayantara how can a mythical Legend survive over thousands of years what did the Grand Master mean when he said the priest king in the Harappan statuette was videot himself for all his greatness stature and achievements had the old man finally lost it I am not mad vidyut said dwarka shastri as if he were reading with youth's mind he probably was I know you must be thinking I am an old fool Conjuring up meek belief stories but you know what I thought the same when I was your age and heard of the ancient curse for the first time now this was new as if it couldn't get any more mysterious widget was baffled to hear the term curse what the hell was going on since childhood he knew he was a devta his loving mother had told him so beaming with pride is her son performed extraordinarily at anything and everything he attempted his father the great karthikey shastri had taught him Advanced meditation Vedic Sciences Warfare in the profound siddhis he was also made aware that a dark secret lurked in Kashi butter curse every one of the mat especially purohitji was stunned at the visible recovery in the health of the Grand Master only three days ago he was in a state of near coma barely able to speak in totally unable to get up from his bed and here he was sitting over a meal having an animated discussion with his great Branson it was hard to believe that someone could regain health and vitality at such Pace simply due to the presence of a loved one even a spiritual Force like the great dwarka shastri was no match to the power of love the meal was both delicious and healthy the disposable plates made of dried leaves were called pattals as per ayurveda the primordial science of life these were the most suitable utensils to be used for a meal rust Browner than cups accompanied these green platters these kin baked mud cups were called purvas they smelled of sweet Kashi mud when moist with the water they held every dish on video's plate was freshly cooked the basmati rice was fragrant and fluffy the Tomato based vegetable curry was mouth-watering there was a spinach and cottage cheese Mash accompanied by the ubiquitous North Indian Dal or yellow pulses one corner of the plate had fresh curd with chopped onions and coriander a separate Bowl again made of dried leaves held a serving of delicious peppercorn gravy it was a vegetarian meal fit for the gods rice was meant to be the main yet second course it was the staple diet of the great ions the first course comprised hot porus or fried flatbread made of wheat flour it tasted Divine for all their discipline and austerity the Brahmin priests and monks were known to have a weakness for these puffs of pleasure dwarka shastri and vidyut were no exception of a portion of his Puri dipped in a generous dollop of the cottage cheese and spinach Mash he fed widget with his hands the kitchen servers pujariji govardhan Nana and everyone presented they luncheon was stupefied to see this unprecedented shore of affection by the fair clan leader we do it on the other hand was soaking in every moment he had been deprived of this grandfatherly love ever since his memory had awakened before video had arrived at the dev raksha samat no one had even imagined dwarka shastri to be a man of sentiment but here he was the most dreaded tantric the most ruthless Clan Lord the most powerful spirit in the solar system crumbling with emotion while feeding a great Branson clearly even now he was half human they were back at the private chambers of dwarka shastri the lunch break was a blessing in every way the Grand Master had found some visible emotional relief in the youthful company of his lawn separated but prophesied great Branson we dealt on the other hand had been able to grab a few moments to deal with the outrageous myths and sagas he had heard over the last few hours he didn't really know what to believe and what to discard it was all too over the top too unscientific too bizarre dwarka shastri could sense the confusion and disbelief in vidyut's mind he decided to give his young and Charming descendant some time he waited for several minutes flipping the beads in his fingers tell me videot do you really think there were no horses in harappa began dwarka shastri or that some Superior race from Europe rode thousands of miles to the east to bring the Beast to this land would you sat listening every new statement from his great-grandfather was opening a whole new box of mysteries for him and that every Harappan was a dark-skinned and civilized aborigine waiting for salvation in the form of a white-skinned army from the West continued dwarka shastri there was silence in the room the crazy thing was that videot felt the urge to say yes to everything the old man had just asked but he also knew that his great-grandfather would not have posed these questions just for the heck of it there was something deeper at the core Baba what they say was that the Harappan people lived in the Indus Valley region till a wave of United horse mounted white-skinned and blue-eyed Invaders from the West swept these lands this supposedly Superior race had sharp noses and characters that resemble modern European features dwarka shastri was listening intently although his eyes seemed to be slowly firing up with Fury It is believed that it was the invasion of the ions from Europe in the contest for agricultural land and water that forced the dravidians to migrate southwards and settle beyond the windyas so there must have been a great War asked dwarka shastri your so-called Indus Valley Civilization is said to have had a population of over 5 million people such a vast establishment cannot be defeated without a long and Dreadful War correct I guess so Baba video responded and surely the Harappan people who reached Great Heights of sophistication in trade who displayed fine Precision in weights and measures who used hydraulic Technologies for water management who built cities in scientific architectural patterns and grids who could build copper smelting plants and gigantic public structures would no doubt have advanced military prowse also and would not be easy to Vanquish do you agree video nodded in concurrence do you know the excavations show that cities of the Harappan civilization were surrounded and protected by mighty walls which were nearly impregnable for any invading Army do you think an enormous civilization of 5 million people with such advanced cities and capabilities would simply uproot everything and run away at the mere sight of an invading Army of course they would not so if these people were indeed defeated in a military conflict it would have been a very large scale and violent Clash involving long and Powerful sieges of the Cities you are right Baba even those sages would be nearly impossible for a prehistoric Army given that the major Harappan cities were not only defended by Great Walls but also had sophisticated water supply systems and vast pranaries any army that laid Siege to these cities would take months to starve the inhabitants so for the moment we have to assume that the Invaders actually stormed the cities by Shia military force and in that case the excavations should have Unearthed a massive reservoir of arms used in the war as well as decapitated and mutilated human skeletons if baked bricks can survive thousands of years why not metallic weapons and human bones with dude was listening very carefully but none of those things were found with it barring a few broken bronze arrows the archaeologists uncovered absolutely no signs of a war or violent struggle across hundreds of excavation sites continued dwarka shastri it was all very novel and educative for videoed he realized he had never really gone into the depths of understanding how the ions actually displaced the Harappan people he had simply taken it for granted because he had read so in the books clearly if no weapons or signs of a conflict have been found there never was any War and if there was no war there could have been no Invasion exclaimed the great old man like a mathematics professor unraveling a complex theorem would you then asked the question that the matradish wanted him to ask he asked the question the true answer to which had been lost somewhere in the hundreds of years of false propaganda and the answer to which could change the world forever dwarka shastri knew that buried in the pages of the Harappan tale lay Mankind's greatest untruth but Baba if there was no Invasion who were the irons harappa 1700 BCE Mad Men and zombies this is absolutely ridiculous exclaimed with pujari he was standing in front of the Priestly council with over 100 elite soldiers guarding all the exits of the large courtroom despite the Garrison Siege of his house the previous day vivisfun pujari was confident that the Absurd charges against him would be quashed in a matter of minutes as soon as he explained his meeting with nayantara to the council he had presented himself promptly at the court the very next morning nevertheless his heart was deeply saddened as this was originally going to be the appointed hour of his greatest Glory now his seating is the chief priest of harappa had been substituted by a criminal hearing you must not use the stone with me o councilman wand vivisvan pujari he was not going to let his dignity be tarnished by the council or by an even yes I had visited nayantara and that was because there was a false summons against my son Manu I knew it was a terrible mistake and I rode to her Mansion only to resolve the matter and that resolution was the cruel execution of the famous dancer or devta commented one of the council members Riley Rivers when pujari stared long and hard into the eyes of this council member until yesterday did not have the courage to even sneeze loudly in the presence of the devta today he had the audacity to question vivisvan pujari face to face in fact everyone was behaving differently Witherspoon had taken an early repast that morning which had left him feeling unwell he attributed the giddiness to his own anxiety about the hearing on his way he had noticed that several people known to him had looked through him as if they did not recognize him as he rode towards the courthouse he had witnessed street fights and angry squabbles on the roads outside shops and even in residential courtyards all this was not normal in harappa the civilized and gentle Vedic City but today everyone seemed to be restless and aggressive what was happening to his beloved City the council members were no different from the city crowd this morning they were brush loud and exceedingly disrespectful the exaggerated Swagger in their walk the uncouthong and the mocking tone of the proceedings were all alien to the normally gracious and Brilliant council members and to harappa at Large the city its culture and its people had been groomed under the pious and magnanimous ethos of the vedus and the sanatana Dharma but today the loving and peaceful people of harappa looked nothing like themselves today they all seemed mildly deranged and it was getting worse with every hour look council member I did not even know that nayantara had been murdered till ramgar informed me yesterday at my residence said the devta may God bless her soul and give her Noble birth till her spiritual journey is over while he said a short prayer for The Departed soul of the beautiful dancer the devta could sense his own temper building the strange judge from deep within him was tempting him to jump across the hall and brutally decapitate everyone on that bench he could easily do it he knew he even pictured the assault moves in his head but he was a devta within moments he realized it was a manic thought and quickly Shrugged It Off this was so very unlike himself felt with a swan pujari what was happening to him vivaswin could sense that something was not completely okay although he could subconsciously fight the effect of whatever it was that was making him unnaturally angry he was a devta and had complete control over his mind body nerves and spirit but the rest of the harappans were ordinary Mortals The Infected water from the wells and tanks of the city was making them mad they were succumbing to the after effects of the evil Mesopotamian Alchemy of gun Apen Shah they were slowly becoming the city of demented beasts the hearing was now on for over two hours it was only during this time that vivism pujari heard about the circumstances in which the beautiful nayantara had been discovered by her servants in her private Chambers soon after he had left she was found bleeding profusely on her great bed with a thick copper spear pierced right through her chest literally pinning her to the thick wooden backrest only someone bestowed with great physical strength and boundless cruelty could have struck such a powerful blow her exceptionally pretty face was contorted with Agony and struggle and her eyes were sunk deep into her head the dakini had left nayantara's body it was useless to her now you do know your white robes were stained with her blood when you stomped out of her Chambers old devta asked one of the council members and the Servants of her Mansion heard her scream with pain moments before you left her yelled another councilman with a swim pujari clenched his teeth and closed his eyes to control his rage now boiling beyond all limits he responded in a controlled voice I only slapped her once I agree it was a hard blow for a woman as delicate as her she fell on the ground her lower lip bleeding copiously I instantly regretted my decision of striking a woman and offered my rope to stop her bleeding hence the stings and why may we ask did you the great devta himself choose to physically assault a helpless woman asked one of the now Half Crazy priests with a swin pujari did not like the generous dose of sarcasm in his voice she had the nerve to disrobe in front of me replied with a swan pujari and asked one of the men from the bench shifting in his place cockily winking at his neighbors the judges now appeared nothing more than a bunch of perverts to vivisvan pujari he was beginning to get worried and she attempted to make intimate physical contact with me replied with viswan well that should be rewarded with some love my good sir and not a slap nayanthara was the most delicious dish of harappa screamed out one of the council members followed by wild and vulgar laughter from everyone in the courtroom could not believe his eyes and ears not one Harappan would ever speak with such disrespect for a departed spirit and these priests were some of the most saintly Souls on the planet why were they behaving like the mighty warlord surahs Rogan intoxicated henchmen pujari concluded that he needed to get out of this courtroom as soon as possible he would step out and investigate what had gone wrong with everyone he was convinced that a very dark and Sinister enemy was lurking from behind the Shadows the devta had to get to the very root of all this before it was too late for his City and his people he decided to conclude the court hearing speedily Banaras 2017 you and me here and now we have to find this Romy Pereira said Sonu but how will this work Varanasi is a massive City and we have no clue of where to start the hunt we do it along with balvanta Balor and Sonu had decided to turn tables on this man who called himself Romy with permission and blessings from the great dwarka shastri they were now planning to unleash a massive Manhunt across the ancient city the construct of the plan was simple the book toucher Cena Army of spies of the mutt would be activated immediately nurtured over hundreds of fears of painstaking planning and organization building the Cena comprised hundreds of informers of the mud the brown soldiers of this intelligence unit ranged from small shopkeepers and Rickshaw pullers to restaurant waiters and even Street urchins this rock tag diverse yet supremely effective Network covered every lane every guard every motel and every secret from Asian round of Kashi this Cena had played a key role in the survival of the mutt for 1600 years and in the numerous bloody battles its inhabitants fought to defend the sacred Institution this spy Army would now be on the lookout for a boyish looking handsome fellow with round spectacles they would scan every nook and corner of the city and comb him out on the other hand widget and his newly formed team decided to lay bait by roaming around the guards unarmed and seemingly unprotected if Romy was here to kill with youth he would not be able to resist the temptation either they would find Romy in the hole he was hiding in or they would draw him out into the open Battleground absolutely not Nana said would you Stanley you will not accompany us on this hunt this man is clearly a professional and he may not be alone and who is asking for your permission yeah responded Nana nonchalantly you may be the awaited severe and the devta for these people but for me you are just videotoke the kiss on the Terrace had lasted a couple of seconds longer than videot would have wanted he had unknowingly permitted himself to respond to the passionate lips of Nena before realizing what was happening and pulling away gently he was letting Damini down and he couldn't let that happen he had just smiled at Nena given her a soft peck on her cheek and walked away none of them had spoken about the episode so far but they both knew they would have to soon look nana don't be silly but there is no place for a woman what what did you just say Nena nearly shouted back with a deep look of disappointment on her face I never imagined you would be such a sexist video it wasn't he admired and respected women deeply he felt silly and embarrassed at having meet that ridiculous statement I'm sorry Nena I didn't mean it that way I just don't want you to get hurt try me with youth let's have a one-to-one fight no holds bad said Nana calmly I think you forget that the girls of the devraxasama train is hard as the boys and have fought shoulder to shoulder for centuries redoot was kicking himself for having said what he did he vividly remembered the tales of Valiants and sacrifice of the women folk of the mat whether it was battling with other worldly beings through ethereal conflicts or taking up arms against invading armies the ladies of the mat were second to none and this was true to the very Spirit of the Hindu way of life a great religion that worshiped the goddess in her most benevolent as well as terrifying forms could say with an imploring and apologetic expression by now the others had gathered around including Sonu Bala purohitji balwanter and few more ladies from the mud nor really Mr shastri I challenge you to a duel Here and Now You and Me Now video it was getting a little amused clearly Nena had no real understanding of who he was although he did immediately notice that Nena was not in her usual flowing attire of traditional Indian clothing she was wearing a tight black sports T-shirt with a low round neck with army grade camouflage pants and trekking boots her hair was tied in a tight bun and she wore a broad belt she looked devastatingly attractive even in this Gear with dude felt she looked like one of those terrific ladies from the Bond films nana I know more kalari paid too than anyone here yeah and I am an advanced practitioner of both Jiu Jitsu and Krav Maga for your kind information I also have the highest degree of black belt in kung fu Balor tell her man would you drink to his friend who was now enjoying this little quarrel Nena stood her ground unfazed she simply pointed her finger first to vidyut and then to the ground you and me here and now she repeated balvanta Sonu pujari ji and govardhan were now having fun they knew Nana was an ace fighter but they also knew she was no match for video not that they had seen video fight or even train they somehow had a name Faith in with youth's abilities they just knew while the entire shastri bloodline carried traces of divinity with a swin in 1700 BCE and vidyut in 2017 with the true devtas with a real God between them okay look let's do this you fight Balor here if you beat him we will have the duel you want if you can't then you have no chance against me offered with you now almost breaking into a laugh reduce non-serious reaction was making Nana angrier what nonsense would you protested Balor can we please stop this childish exchange and get on with more important things Nana and vidyut were still staring at each other we dealt with admiration Nina with anger come on Balor said Nana still looking at videot this is unbelievable rubbish man exclaimed the ex-military veteran throwing his hands up in the air with exasperation I'm getting out of here he turned to walk away within moments he felt like the shatabdi express had crashed into his back Nena had shot a kick and was ready for the fight Ballard turned to see her in a Fierce Battle Stance one leg in the air bent sourced to fire another kick at a fraction of a second her hands were now readied into fists she was not going to let Bala walk off Valor was reeling under the pain wow I've never seen a woman strike with such power he said why I've never seen a man hit so hard said Balor now grimacing and rubbing his back furiously to ease the agony then fight me said Nana now concentrating very hard on the fight at hand look I can't do this Nena said Balor he couldn't believe what was happening and the pain was slowly making him very angry I will keep hitting you till you hit back Balor said Nena she was not going to let this go she was hurt beyond words her with dude had doubted her Balor looked at with dude who nodded and gestured with his hand telling Ballard to go easy on Nena Valor threw off the sweatshirt he was wearing to the Delight of some of the young girls in the audience a chiseled set of muscles glistened underneath his tight t-shirt and sweat he wiped the drops on his forehead with the back of his hand and took a kickboxer's stance Nana attacked again with twice the ferocity her feet landed on bala's farms that kept saving his face from the powerful barrage of kicks that she was Landing suddenly Balor opened up and grabbed her foot he was a trained fighter and had immense strength in his arms he was going to twist Nina's leg to drop her to the ground and force her into submission as he turned her leg she used the movement to her favor propelled herself into the air using her other leg and crashed an aerial kick on to bala's head he nearly crumbled under the assault this was not a friendly fight anymore would you tried to intervene when Bala pushed him away with his nose bleeding Balor now threw his arms and legs into a quick stretch and got back into the kickboxing pose only this time he was all in Nena searched forward to punch Balor in the face Bala swirled and dodged her fist pushing his elbow into her shoulder is a Counter-Strike it was a hard hit Nana nearly flew two feet away to land on the grassy ground bala's raw strength was no joke they both swiftly got back into their combat stances and began prancing around in a circle like Gladiators in prehistoric Arenas looking for the best opportunity to strike at the other so far it looked like a fight between equals the mud members in the spectators were chanting Nena Nena she was one among them their very own Fearless Warrior as Nena and Valor charged upon each other like lions in a raging battle would you stepped forward and held Nina's arm his other hand was on bala's massive chest enough screamed video a few moments passed with both sides cooling down slowly Balor winked at Nana she responded with a broad grin your tiger Yar Nana said Bala folding his hands jovially as an acknowledgment of her intense combat Style well you are no less Balor no one has ever come back from my aerial flip kick said Nana reminding Valor of the crushing blow she landed on his head we're due to a standing quietly with his arms folded a bit dazed at what he had just witnessed purohit ji was smiling at this Revelation vidyut had had about Nina's martial skills balvanta was proud of his Protege who had made even a highly trained ex-military combatant taste blood still worried I'll get hurt out there sweetie asked Nana turning to video her lips were pouted innocently in her dreamy eyelashes battered quickly to tease him God no you can come with us by all means lead us dear Durga said with youth with the Cheery laugh and a sincere sense of admiration he had addressed Nana as Durga the Slayer of the demon mahishasur APPA 1700 BCE the Fallen devta because it was not nayantara in her body it was a dakini from nine to his breath I could sense the presence of a very potent and exceptionally evil spirit inside her explained vivism pujari by now the judges seem to be far from their judicious best they were growling in Anger thumping the table needlessly yelling out orders for intoxicating drinks and hurling abuses at each other the soldiers of the courtroom who were normally under a strict code of discipline and conduct were also chattering and pushing one another like drunk Ruffians at a low Street Tavern suddenly in all this commotion vivisvan pujari noticed something that made him skip a heartbeat the Judgment book one of the council members was maniacally jotting something down on the holy book of edicts this was the ultimate register of judgment in the Harappan legal order any edict recorded in this highly venerated book had to be carried out within seven days it was the law with viswan pujari had himself passed all that was needed to convert the written text into law was the seal the one-hand bull stopped that councilman screamed with viswan he was horrified to see a judgment being noted on the book without the hearing being complete no one seemed to care stop writing on that book you fool yelled with viswan pujari again no response the demented counselor was now writing at a furious Pace his face Twisted in an evil expression of sadism his eyes not blinking at all enough was enough with a swin pujari decided to put an end to this madness he started walking towards the bench and then broke into a run he was going to pounce on the high days of the council and snatched the Judgment book before something insane got recorded on it about 10 soldiers one after the other tried to stop his advance when pujari could have crushed each one of them in a matter of moments but despite all the lunacy around him they were after all his own people he was not going to harm them the devta dodged over and glided under every weapon strike at him his actions were like a dream his Supple body avoiding every blow in an expert move without counter-attacking even once the council priests who under normal circumstances could each take on a dozen adversaries at one time were now staring at vivism pujari like petrified dolls the devta was not going to hurt them he was only going for the Judgment book just as he was about to take his final leap with a swin got a glimpse of something from the corner of his eye sanjana one of the intoxicated commanders had just Dragged In His graceful and beloved wife into the courthouse his hands Towing her by the hair that was it the devtas eyes were now bloodshot with fire that could burn down Mount sumeru he turned and bounded towards the grosslyering commander sanjana was vivisvan pujari's Pride his soul his promise his whole world the devta was not going to forgive this time as he approached the exit where his wife struggled with her head being pulled back ruthlessly by The Mad commander vivisvan pujari and sheathed the symmeter of a bystanding soldier in one swift action he pounced on the commander with his blade tearing through the shoulder of the fool who thought he could get away after insulting the devta's wife a fountain of blood sprayed from the Fallen commanders ripped open flesh sanjana was shivering with fright and crumbled into vivism pujari zebras even before the dev takud utter the first word of consolation and comfort to his beloved partner he felt a crushing blower at the back of his head the pain was unbearable and the world started spinning before we were Swan pujari's eyes moments before using Consciousness and crashing to the ground he caught a glimpse of the coward who had attacked him from behind ranga the devta felt his skull had been split into two the pain from the back of his head was agonizing enough to disable even a god vivaswin pujari could hear sounds of tackling men and screaming soldiers he wanted to get up in this slow and painful blur he suddenly remembered sanjana and the horrible episode that had left him unconscious for a moment he wished it were all just a bad dream it was not the ugly chapter was unfolding in reality as he fought the Searing pain and struggled to open his eyes to locate his beloved wife he realized his hands were not free he felt sharp pain in his wrists his hands were tied behind him not with the regular jute rope used for routine prisoners his captors had used copper chains that were normally deployed to harness the beasts of battle they knew that ordinary rope would not be able to contain the Surya of harappa as the devta slowly opened his eyes he saw a dozen men looking down at him the Dome ceiling told him he was still in the courtroom sanjana he spoke painfully and broke into a cough his throat was parched he could sense he had been unconscious for long hours all he heard in response was cause laughter of a hundred men how much he was missing his Valiant son Manu at this time he would have vanquished them all single-handedly sanjana he cried out again only laughter sanjana he yelled with as much strength as his broken body could muster more laughter fears now broke out from the edges of the Fallen devtas eyes he could not believe how in just 48 Hours his fortune could turn so much for the worse from being the most worshiped devta in harappa he had been reduced to a play thing in the hands of lesser models he had always been a believer in the power of endeavor over fate but was fate ultimately the Supreme Force he then felt himself being pulled up from the back of his neck an extremely strong and gigantic hand was raising him from the floor in the way a hunter picks up a freshly shot rabbit like his trophy as Witherspoon was regaining Consciousness and also fighting the pain he once again saw his face he once again saw Rangers face in his mind under his breath to his Gods vivism pujari took an oath he would not die before seeing the death of ranga he would kill him with his own hands and if for some reason he failed to do that his son Manu would fulfill the sauth Amrit caravas announced the drunken priest gleefully his pronouncement was greeted with great Applause every council member every Commander every Soldier and every citizen in the courtroom seemed to be lusting for a violent spectacle stood in the center of the courtroom based Hans died behind his back bleeding and thirsty he knew there was no point arguing this was Saturn's Gathering confinement in the Amrit caravas was the worst incarceration any human could imagine even in the darkest of nightmares it was a rotting cold dampened dark hell of blood pain captivity starvation and torture the underground prison had been built and administered purposefully the evolved and peaceful Society of harappa witnessed very few crimes the classless spiritual and educated people of this Metropolis found little reason or incentive to commit crime yet the positive social system that prevented crime was matched equally by the penal framework that punished for it the Amrit karavas was built with a single objective deterrence the Harappan Society believed in a quality wealth for all opportunities for every citizen education for everyone in homes for even the poorest yet these egalitarian rules did not apply to the prisons The Dungeons of the Dead were not just punishment in terms of confinement they were the absolute form of incarceration and banishment Souls sent to the dungeons were wiped out from the very consciousness of the Harappan Society even health care and Medicine did not reach these wretched Souls it was harappa's own form of capital punishment those sent to the Amrit caravas never came back the crime of this vivisvan pujari fellow has been proven and he will be sent [Music] slurred one of the council members and stopped to take a big gulp from his glass of flower toddy half the liquid found its way from the sides of his mouth to his fine cotton robes others in the room found this hellishly funny and a good enough reason to pick up their own glasses of the inebriating toddy by now vivisvin pujari was clear that there was no point debating with these delusional Hooligans he was also convinced that his fellow men had been poisoned with a strong hallucinogenic he had to get out he had to find a cure and if the whole city was going insane it had to be something that they were all exposed to the food stocks didn't seem likely the supply came from numerous sources and the distribution was too wide the meat no half the priests were vegetarians the air how can that be poisoned the water no all the channels were well guarded it all seemed too impossible with us when pujari Shrugged away the thought had the people of harappa always been like this did they appear kind to him thus far only because the devta saw them from a seat of unquestioned power before he could conclude His Thoughts The Continuous bleeding and thirst took their toll on the devta he once again fell on the ground unconscious Banaras 2017 we re-fighting for 1000 Years brahminabad exclaimed with youth are you serious he immediately regretted having uttered the last part of his question he reminded himself that he was speaking to the mighty matthavish he rephrased his question into a more polite one Baba are you saying that the original name of the Harappan site was brahminabad yes my son when translated to English it means the settlement of the city of the brahmanas widget was looking bewildered he did not know what to make of this information dwarka shastri could see the confusion on his great-grandson's face it was time to share the whole truth with vidyut why the British officers chose to go with the name harappa and not brahminabad as it was known originally by the locals is anybody's guess explained the Grand Master also you said that it was Sir John Hubert Marshall who discovered the Harappan sites in 1921. that is the well-known and well-propagated Theory but do you know that harappa was actually discovered by another Englishman by the name of Charles massenate decades before Marshall started the excavations he even described it in his writings Narrative of various Journeys in Balochistan Afghanistan and the Punjab so clearly in 1842 the East India Company and in turn the British crown had discovered the presence of the Harappan ruins why did they commission an excavation only eight decades later in 1922 what were they doing for nearly a century wedge was deeply intrigued at what his great-grandfather was telling him while studying the Indus Valley Civilization back in school and college he had never thought that the ancient civilization held such significance in Indian history that is still not all videoed there was another British mission that reached the prehistoric sites after Charles Mason and before Sir John Hubert Marshall it was a British officer named General Alexander Cunningham who along with two Engineers named John Brunton and William Brunton visited the Harappan sites in 1856. one year before the great sepoy mutiny of 1857 or as some called the first war of independence guess what these Englishmen did said dwarka shastri looking at videot with an amused expression what Baba asked me dude what would you expect educated civilized and resourceful officers of the East India Company in the British Empire to do if they stumbled upon one of the most ancient relics of the world I would expect them to preserve the Heritage undertake detailed and careful excavations and eventually gift mankind with the Legacy replied with your matter of factly precisely but what if I told you that the British did no such thing what if I told you that after 14 years of its Discovery by Charles Mason General Cunningham and the two Brunton Brothers blew up the entire city of brahminabad to rubble and used its heart-baked bricks to lay the stone bed for a railway line asked the Grand Master looking straight at vidyut what are you saying Baba this is unbelievable exclaimed with dude yes my son what better way to wipe out an entire chapter of human history the ancient city of brahminabad the first city to be discovered across they Harappan civilization the most glorious neighbor of harappa and Mohenjo-daro today lies crushed and buried under the railway lines between Karachi and Lahore why hasn't anybody objected why is all this not spoken about more openly ask the stunned Vegeta and more importantly why did the British officers destroy a world treasure in the first place what did they have to gain from it would had no idea that a dark conspiracy spreading over centuries and continents lay at the heart of something that appeared to be just an archaeological find about a forgotten people better than asking what they had to gain from destroying brahminabad is asking what they had to lose if they let the ancient ruins be discovered said the old maktadish consider this video several of our ancient scriptures describe riches and ascetics Performing holy rituals and heart penances on the banks of the Saraswati River supposedly the major river whose tributary was the sindhua Indus numerous kingdoms of Vedic ethos have been described as flourishing on the mighty River's Shores but none of our history books ever mentioned this the greed the Saraswati vanished from the face of the Earth but why did it vanish from our books in writing billions of dollars are spent the world over to uncover ancient relics monuments and legends then why has the Saraswati been discarded into the dustbins of History dwarka shastri continued is it just coincidence after moments pause dwarka shastri said the forces that wanted to bury the truth behind harappa are the same as the ones that want the world to forget the Saraswati just being a devil's advocate here baba but could that be because there is no real scientific evidence of the saraswati's existence asked with youth in a straightforward manner why he was getting more and more intrigued he was not going to let go of Reason even for a moment that is not entirely true with dude well-known writer Michelle danino propounded in his 2010 book The Lost River that the dried riverbed of the kharghar hakra was actually the Saraswati River and that it was the Saraswati that sustained the Harappan civilization and the entire Bronze Age more recently the government of haryana has renamed the tehsil province of mustafabad in its yamunanagar District to Saraswati nagar where an underground stream strongly believed by geologists and archaeologists to be the mythical Saraswati has been discovered this is amazing Baba one is forced to wonder why such initiatives are being taken only now what have we been doing for nearly two centuries exclaimed with youth dwarka shastri laughed video could make out his laugh carried both sarcasm as well as Gloom not two centuries videoed we are fighting for over one thousand years replied the Grand Master another few hours passed in besides further narrating the tale of vivisvan pujari the saptarishi priyamvada and Manu dwarka shastri unveiled several lesser known facts and mysteries about harappa each one of them pointed towards one care conclusion some very influential and powerful force was trying to hide the truth and profound significance of the ancient civilization finally The Grandmaster told with you the mysterious story of 1856 brahminabad there was a knock at the door of the matadish hum dwarka shastri gave permission to enter soon walked in hesitantly clearly nervous in the great matadisha's presence but he also had a mischievous smile on his face which he was trying in vain to hide Sonu folded his hands and bowed in reverence to the Grand Master he then turned impishly to videoton announced video Dada you have a visitor would you noticed that Sonu was going red in the face and was trying very hard to control a giggle the visitor how can I get a visitor except for Balor no one even knows I am here replied with it he was in deep conversation with his great grandfather and did not want to be disturbed there was much left to be learned and discovered the painful and ripping tale of vivisvan pujari in the last days of harappa was only Midway neither did we do entirely know how he was connected to it the mystery behind the Aryan invasion was still not fully uncovered why the Saraswati civilization was named the Indus Valley Civilization and while the British officers conspired to undermine the discovery was yet to be discussed but most of all widget was still grappling with wood his great-grandfather had said about the statuette of the priest king being that of his own this was not the time widget wanted to get up and receive a visitor who is it Sonu inquired with you to be charitably even before Sonu could respond dwarka shastri kept his hand on vidyut's shoulder and spoke with an affectionate smile go with it it is an important visitor the great matthadish could sense every presence every new vibe in the devraksha samat as you say baba but I will seek more time with you very soon said widutan touched his great grandfather's feet the old man mumbled a blessing a blessing more powerful than any other on the planet who is it Sonu video tasked again he was very amused to see that Sonu was shy of even telling him who it was his snickering young Friend by his side would you strolled out of the grand Masters Cottage and began walking towards the reception area of the mutt situated in the outer precincts but he didn't have to walk all that way his visitor was standing at a distance in a walkway between the monastery's gardens even after a reasonably long journey Damini looked beautiful harappa 1700 BCE the princess of mohe njodaro but I don't want to be a king you wicked wicked woman how on Earth could you steal the holy scene shouted Panda Chandra even as priyamvada strolled out of the room he was trembling with anger and emotional defeat he was used to it chandradhar was a fine Soul perhaps among the finest the Earth had ever hosted he was a priest a warrior an ascetic a Statesman a scholar a military General an architect and a master astrologer he had been in battle numerous times and had defeated the mightiest of enemies he had planned towns and built metropolitans he had co-authored the constitution of harappa and contributed to even The Vedas after the devta vivism pujari he was the most revered man across Iowa everyone loved Panda chandradha everyone held him in great esteem except for his wife priyamvada treated him no better than a slave The Bold and Brilliant chandradhar who impressed and dominated the whole world was nothing but a scared puppet at home there is a hidden Street God grants women which has the power to change the world whether that is for the better or for the worse depends on the woman who yields that influence it is a woman that is the progenitor of entire creation yet it is often a woman that has led to the bloodiest of wars man is better conduit for the will of the woman Chandra did not know what to do his wife had just confided everything in him to his horror [Music] the evil possession of nayantara the fake summon her brutal execution the Mesopotamian Alchemy and the poisoning of harappa's water sources chandradhar could not believe his ears he could not believe someone could be so demonic in her intent and actions he felt like a sinner and his heart was ready to explode and when the thought of his sister sanjana hit him he crumbled down to his knees sobbing and screaming with mental agony the husband and wife had had a turbulent wedded life chandradhar was a large-hearted brilliant enabled man but he was so deeply in love with priyamvada that all his wisdom and sense of propriety took a back seat when it came to her she was an unbelievably beautiful woman with a Regal upbringing as the princess of Mohenjo-daro while there were no Kings in harappa and its great Ally City the daughter of the chief priest of mohejo daro was known across ayawada as a princess she behaved like one she expected everyone to behave like she was one the painful part as chandradhar would discover a few months into his marriage was that despite being the Revere Chief priest's daughter she had the soul of a serpent and what she considered to be a personal shortcoming would soon make her dark Persona worse she was a personification of hate envy and greed moreover deep down she was extremely violent and cruel Never Once pricked by even up in herself she did not think twice before inflicting in human pain on others and yet chandradhar was in her complete emotional captivity the rise of Witherspoon pujari had always been a born of contention between the husband and wife Chandra knew vivisvan pujari was an extraordinary Soul a devta whereas he was himself just a commonplace model priyamvada had not witnessed all the things he had he had seen vivisvan pujari in battle and knew that no one Untouched by Divinity could combat like that the devta had fought and defeated hundreds of armed tribesmen of the West single-handedly he had fought dangerous beasts and once struck a massive horse along with its Rider to the ground with one single blow he could shoot an arrow and find his mark from miles away he could slice through the trunk of an oak with one shot from his machete but more than his physical superiority over every man on Earth it was the devta spiritual power that bedazzled chin Radha and made him with a swin pujari's devoted friend and follower while all of harappa and especially its priests were sophisticated practitioners of Vedic meditation and Ethos no one came close to wivaswin pujari's spiritual prowess it was believed that the devta was the bloodline of the primordial wishes who existed at the time of creation and vivisman lived up to this reputation he had mastered all of the eight siddhis that existed this achievement provided him with extraordinary resistance against fire hunger thirst injury Alchemy illness gravity and exorcism the devta was a master tantric who could use the craft for the betterment of the individual and the society he could study the space-time Continuum and had intuitive Vision into the past and future it was the intensity of his Penance combined with the goodness of his heart that made the devta dear to even the profound saptarishi after all of this Chandra found it ridiculous that priyamvada wanted him to compete with vivism pujari she was blinded by her ambition to become the first woman of the Metropolis why didn't she understand how can a human compete with a God and he knew that even as a human with a swin pujari was the better man by far priyamvada was in her private Chambers bathing in milk and Rose Water the plight of Witherspoon pujari's family the gruesome killing of nayantara The Madness of thousands of Harappan men women and children had no effect on the princess of Mohenjo-daro she hummed her favorite Gunther with Celestial musicians tune as she enjoyed her luxurious bath with half a dozen Maids at her service chandradhar walked in unannounced his eyes were bloodshot and his breath was Heavy with rage the maids immediately bowed out of the bath leaving their mistress and master to their privacy what Panda chandragar you don't have to run into my bathing suit just because you want to see your poor little wife naked teased priyamvada pretending to cover her breasts with her Palms ignoring the obvious fury on her husband's face she was a temptress bar excellence and used her beauty and sensuality as potent weapons I am not going to let this happen I am leaving now to Rally Physicians ayurveda charyas ayurvedic doctors and Alchemists from all the surrounding provinces we will disinfect the waters first and then cure people of this Frenzy priyamvada was listening quietly to her husband she had handled such rants many times before yes this one was exceptionally challenging but she knew in the end she would have her way in parallel I am going to summon an emergency meeting of the council and get all the orders against my friend vivisvan pujarianal let them punish me any way they like I deserve every bit of it you have shamed me like never before you Wicked Woman are you not scared that the heavens are watching priyamvada slowly got up and stepped out of the Rose milk with the grace of a mermaid stock naked with her skin glowing under the wetness of The Fragrant immersion she came closer to chandradhar and started planting soft kisses on his neck and shoulders she whispered into his ears isn't Heaven here and now my Lord her hands slowly reached down to undo her husband's lower rope chandragar grabbed her wrist Twisted it in an instant and pushed her away to the floor okay so that didn't work thought priyamvada Banaras 2017 Damini video could not believe he was seen Damini at the devraksha samat of all places in the world she looked gorgeous in a white sleeveless vest tucked into her tight blue jeans project cotton shirt was tied around her waist she wore black sunglasses big round earrings and her beautiful brown hair was tied behind her head in a bun even in this casual clothing Damini looked smashing video could instantly figure out why Sonu was gushing with bashfulness domini's outfit was a wee bit bold for the traditional mud clothing he couldn't care less he was delighted to see her Damini shrieked with bubbling happiness as she saw video coming towards her she dropped her backpack and ran towards her dashing boyfriend the residents of the mat were pleasantly embarrassed when they saw Damini jump straight into vidyut's arms her hands and legs wrapped around him they were both laughing and in pure Bliss young Sonu stood there mesmerized observing the couple somewhere in his heart he wanted a girlfriend like Damini what a life that would be he immediately admonished himself for entertaining the thought even for a moment Damini was the devtas better half and hence worthy of worship hi baby why why why why why shouted Damini in a shrill voice almost tearing through with utsia drums with dude laughed in sheer delight and kissed domini twice on her cheeks even though they were meeting after only a couple of days Gap they were both somehow relieved to be in each other's arms how on Earth how did you find this place Damini how did you know I was here asked me dude as he gently eased Damini down from her High perch he could sense that koi laughs and white glares were being exchanged between the mud dwellers well you know how resourceful I am baby I'm a journalist after all replied Damini melodramatically whistling at her fingernails the brilliant understood Damini found only one person with whom she could shed her intellectual skin and be the crazy girl she was deep down it was videoed no seriously how Damini Balor wouldn't tell you without asking me for sure inquired with youth again still wondering oh come on yeah don't be such a silly boy I called Ria she told me you were in Varanasi Rey but even Ria doesn't know this place said we're dude yes but she knows the cab company that sent you the taxi and the cab company knows which driver was on duty for you that day simple replied Damini quite pleased with herself Paris Pandey exclaimed with dude fondly remembering the interesting fellow who drove him from the airport by this time Sonu had taken damini's bag as he swung the bag around his shoulder Damini noticed how desperately shy the young man was she could also see the honesty on his face she decided to tease him a bit oh my God you have really good looking guys in this Monastery with you she said loudly staring at Sonu with an expression of excessive admiration soon couldn't look at Damini in the eye but his heart was pounding the girls in Delhi would go nuts meeting him yeah Damini pressed on the grafenwalian Sonu who had challenged even videoed at The Great Gate of the Mart was no better than an ecstatic puppy by now he almost crumbled to the ground so weak were his knees okay that's enough Damini intervened with youth with the laugh Sonu will make girls go nuts wherever he goes he said putting his arm around his blushing friend sonu's cheek affectionately she had won not just Sonu over with her gregarious and loving self but also everyone around who were watching over almost everyone Nana stood at the window of her room her eyes Ablaze staring at what was happening Damini was a golden Soul unfortunately her Purity and power of goodness was no match to the grotesque and dark Forces at play in Kashi desawar towards the guest quarters of the mat purohitji greeted them on the way so that she knew who this revered person was we didn't immediately bent down to touch purohitja's feet and receive His blessings Damini felt that was her cue and followed suit no no please beta child girls don't touch anyone's feet said purohitji stopping Damini Midway affectionately but surely but why is that purohit ji if would you can touch your feet and win your blessings why shouldn't I get the opportunity as well asked Damini with a smile softly and respectfully Sonu and purohit ji were both deeply impressed to see this sharp Metropolitan girl so willing to embrace their little nuances of tradition my blessings are always with you beta but in sanatana and Hindu Dharma women represent the goddess herself and the goddess bows to no one we bow to her said the old priest that unmarried girls don't touch anyone's feet not even their parents was something I knew purohit ji said we dude but then why a married women seen touching the feet of the elders first of all we dot there is no Edict of any kind Hindu Dharma Champions Free Will of the individual touching our feet is only symbolic it simply represents affectionate deference to an elder quite like the westerners kiss hands if a woman wants to touch the feet of Elders it is her choice if she does not want to follow this tradition it is absolutely her choice again isn't this Liberty and freedom of choice what makes our ancient Dharma distinctive would you asked purohit ji with a proud smile [Music] spoke politely but then why this differentiation between married and unmarried women why are married women advised to bow to elders and not the unmarried ones purohit ji smiled and kept his hand on damini's head as a gesture of blessing because with marriage comes responsibility in Partnership my dear after marriage women are free to embrace this tradition as the Inseparable halves of their husbands just like they share all other duties but then again there is no compulsion like I said a Dharma places the woman on a much higher pedestal than man how do you say that purohitji aren't women still exploited in the name of tradition asked Damini she was thrilled to have found someone she could fearlessly clarify her doubts with dude was enjoying the conversation in fact he had started it purposefully Damini was a devout Hindu at heart but with firm views and objections about the many regressive so-called traditions she couldn't have met an even better than the wise purohit G to allay her doubts purohit ji had invited Damini to sit down on a bench next to the gardens soon took damini's back to the guest quarters to get everything ready for her stay would you stood and listened as purohit ji and Damini sat on the bench and spoke with great affection and candidness religion is a great cleanser beta but it is also vulnerable to the dirt it ains to clean spoke purohitji tell me this if you take a snow white muslin and use it to clean dirty vessels what will happen to the cloth after some time the cloth would become dirty purohit ji replied Damini exactly same is the case with Dharma or religion it is pious and spotless in its original form but is years decades and centuries pass the Dharma itself gets tarnished due to the vested interests of Rogues who twist and misinterpret it in order to gain political or economic mileage exploitation of women in Hinduism is a Preposterous Distortion consider this everything we hold dear in material or spiritual life is worshiped as a goddess not as a god wealth is worshiped through mother Lakshmi valid through makali nourishment through Marana pornara and knowledge through masaraswati why even day-to-day blessings like wellness and courage are sought from masitla and Ma Durga respectively Damini was listening very carefully she knew a lot of what purohit ji was explaining but his conviction and integrity were impeccable she could have this conversation for hours purohit G2 was now on song he wanted Damini to grasp every Nuance carefully this is not all Damini have you seen any other religion where God is considered to be incomplete without his better half probably not it is only in sanatana Dharma that we worship Lord Rama essentially with his wife masita by his side we don't worship Krishna without his beloved Radha or Lord Shiva without his consort Parvati so how can anyone in his right senses say that Hinduism has anything but boundless respect and love for women Damini was amazed at the clarity with which purohitji reminded her of the inherent fabric of equality in Hinduism she knew about the gods and goddesses he had mentioned but she had never fully appreciated what purohitji had just elucidated she mentally ran through all of the other religions she could think of and realized that a male God dominated almost all of them Hinduism was the only refreshing change and don't forget Damini not only does Hindu Dharma offer equality to its ladies it also makes the men Duty bound to stand by their women and protect them Lord Shiva entered his universally destructive tandava dance form only to Revenge the self-sacrifice of his devoted wife Sati Lord Rama waged war against the demon king robin only to rescue his beloved wife Sita the goddess the female form of Shakti power at its very core Damini was touched she realized she had been focusing more on what she was consuming as media stories and on the propaganda around her she was unknowingly blaming it on the religion Without Really diving deep into its essence she knew almost everything that purohitji had described but she had never tried to assimilate and grasp it the way he put it she was conveniently bashing this profound religion all this while when it was perhaps Sebastian off sanity in a world full of faiths based on Conquest forced conversion and bloodshed Hinduism was born thousands of years ago when there was no other known religion beta in fact no one can say when a profound way of life took the form of an all-encompassing and all embracing Refuge called Hinduism we never competed with anyone we never tried to travel far and wide to convert people we never took to the SWOT to compel people to follow our God because for us there is nowhere in your God for us all gods are God the mighty one and here we are perhaps ten thousand years later still around concluded purohit ji with a gentle smile he was clearly passionate about the subject here in the most prehistoric city of the world and in the heart of the devraksha samat Damini saw a side she had never witnessed before [Music] Hinduism passed no judgments gave no dictats told no one what to wear and went to worship it was not a martial code based on dark regulations imposed by a handful of so-called holy men it was a glowing way of life to each his own harappa 1700 BCE the first king of harappa Chandra was getting ready to leave his residence he stood in front of a polished copper mirror strapping his sword to his belt these were dark times he did not know what the day held in store for him or for anyone he could not rely on any of his bodyguard they were all behaving like zombies the only people in harappar unharmed by the water were priyamvada her trusted Maids the Crooked ranga and his select henchmen and of course Pandit chin Radha who was kept away from The Poisoned Water by his wife as part of her meticulous conspiracy she wanted him to be in his senses for what lay ahead of them Justice chandradhar was about to leave priyamvada entered his room she was in a different color now summer and graceful what is so wrong in what I have done Chandra she inquired innocently chandradhar could not believe what he was hearing he looked at his wife with that disbelief clearly showing on his face [Music] you really don't think there is anything wrong with what you have done priyamvada okay I know a woman lost her life but isn't that a sacrifice we must endure to build a great future for this glorious Kingdom under your able leadership she replied harappa is not a kingdom priyamvada shouted chin Radha but it will soon be Chandra don't you see you will be the first king of harappa priyamvada walked up to her husband and looked into his face with imploring ambitious eyes and I will be your Queen We Will Rule this prosperous Province as our own and after us our children and their children we have no child priyamvada interrupted Chandra in a loud voice there was silence in the room priyamvada's face had turned pale as if bitten by a cobra wake up and accept the reality my dear we are childless and we have to accept Our Fate said Chandra more affectionately fully aware that he had cut open his wife's most gangrenous wound priyamvada was now quivering with hate her eyes welling up with tears of poison tried to hold her only to be pushed away he could see his wife turning into a witch again every time she was reminded of her fruitless womb she transformed into a monster much more heinous than her normal self I will kill her son stream primada like a woman possessed that sanjana thinks she can be the first lady only because she has that boy I will kill them both Chandra knew he had made a big mistake he had awakened the evil sorceress inside his wife at the worst possible time it was not going to be easy to contain her hate and fury now it is my sister and nephew you speak about priyamvada be careful priyamvada charged towards Chandra and clawed at his face and chest with her long fingernails you also don't find me worthy of becoming Queen because I couldn't give you a successor don't you Pandit chandradhar that is not true priyamvada you know I love you more than anything or anyone in this world said Chandra then do as I say put the seal on the Judgment book and let the devta die the death of a rabid dog insisted priyamvada hysterically you know I cannot do that pujari is an innocent man he is a great man he is my friend and he is the husband of my sister and how can you forget he saved my life I am standing here in front of you because of the life gifted to me by vivisvan pujari umada threw her head back and laughed maniacally her head swinging from side to side she stopped suddenly and growled at her husband you are so naive you old fool that devta saved you to serve him like a slave for the rest of your life kill him she continued now Whispering as if someone was listening kill the devta kill his fair son kill his wife make me the queen of this Kingdom her lunatic expression was as if she had just arrived at this novel plan and was sharing it for the first time Chandra had left the room he knew there was no use speaking to his wife when she was in the state much as he was enraged at her cruel plan deep inside he shared her horrible pain he had seen her suffer and long for a baby seeing her without a child was chandra's greatest source of Agony in trying to compensate for this great sorrow he permitted Prem vadali way on many other fronts sometimes he didn't know where to draw the line as he was about to mount his horse Amit came running at him from inside his mansion my Lord please Rush please Rush was all she could exclaim in a fit of panic calm down and tell me what the matter is said chandradhar lady priyamvada she she even before the meat could complete her sentence chin Radha was dashing towards his private quarters he knew what had happened it was not the first time as soon as he entered the bedroom he saw priyamvada sitting on the ledge of a window her hair was thrown open her upper robe lay on the floor the coal of her eyes was smeared across her eyelids and tears rolled down her cheeks her wrists were slit and she was sitting in a pool of her own blood what have you done my love cried out chandradhar as he tore his to make bandages with which to cover the bleeding wrists of his beloved wife don't bandage them Pandit chandradhar said priyamvada softly I will cut them again if I cannot have a child and I cannot see my husband as king what do I have left in this world to live for Chandra looked into her weeping eyes in her fading complexion as she lost more and more blood he knew even if he succeeded in stopping her bleeding now priyamvada would do it again she was stubborn and this was her Ultimate Weapon against him he was left with no choice it is time to choose Chandra said priyamvada with a weak smile them or me Chandra slowly nestled his head into his beloved wife's lap with her blood losing all over his face he repeatedly kissed her bleeding hands his eyes were also wet with tears of pain and helplessness you priyamvada I Choose You Banaras 2017 kardangini vidyutan Damini sat inside a cheap but clean Tibetan food joint very close to the mat Varanasi one of the hottest tourist hubs of India and a Haven for the international spiritual Seeker was also a carnival of food and drink there was no cuisine on Earth that was not on offer in this mystical City the devta had been advised against leaving the monastery given the highly sophisticated assassination attempt that had been made against him by a man who had introduced himself as Romy Pereira but would you needed to get out even if it was for a couple of hours before they launched a full-scale Counter-Strike against Romy and whoever else was with him vidyut had to confide in Damini he had to tell her the bizarre but true realities of his past present in may be his future their future they sipped on pints of cold beer marched to domini's displeasure the dude was smoking again Sonu who sat two tables away with Balor also had his second glass of beer in front of him he had secretly confessed to balid that he had never had alcohol and wanted to try some much as he was an austere Warrior monk Sonu was also just a young boy who wanted to try a few crazy things in life Bala the supremely fit yet heavy drinking ex-army man was happy to oblige every once in a while idiot would turn from his table towards Sonu and smile a wink at him he was delighted to see the monastery youngster breaking at least one rule he also knew that with bala he was in Safe Company his veteran friend would not let Sonu go overboard also while Sonu was enjoying the new sensation to the fullest the youngster was well aware of his responsibility every couple of minutes his fingers checked his belt for the deadly cold .380 Mustang that he was carrying besides Sonu there were four more fighters from the monastery who shadowed with Newton Damini as their bodyguard little did they know that if there was indeed an enemy that could Vanquish with you they anyway stood no chance there was no way they could stop an adversary strong enough to harm the devta himself the dim sums are getting cold sweetie said we're dude these are your favorite kind babe and this place is pretty authentic Tibetan Damini sat staring at videot she could hardly believe that widut was speaking about steamed chicken dim sums after all that he had narrated to her she was not even listening to him now either her boyfriend had gone mad or something really Sinister was unfolding itself who was this vivism pujari why did he sound so nervously familiar why did she feel like crying even At The Mention Of This mystical name chandradhar was again a name that was disturbing her who was General Alexander Cunningham who were the British Brunton brothers who destroyed brahminabad why was the place called brahminabad in the first place dug the East India Company and the British crown really not know about a whole prehistoric Relic Town being blown up to provide for Railway ballast and worst of all what did the Great dwarka shastri mean when he told vidyut about the priest king statuette Damini always knew there was something mystical something extraordinary about her boyfriend but she had no idea that it was going to turn out so complicated and unreal I can't believe all this yeah said Damini after a long pause before I ask anything else tell me this is your great grandfather really a man who can conjure spells summon spirits and unleash exorcisms would you smiled tiredly we all can do all of that babe he replied Damini was stunned what did her boyfriend just say and least of all could she accept the nonchalance with which we dude had uttered these words sorry did I hear you say we all I mean are you part of that we all baby and quiet Damini amazed at these with which her man was speaking about spells ghosts spirits in the Netherworld she picked up a pint of beer for a split second to check which brand it was that they were having hoping it was the alcohol working on video for strapping and socially sought after boyfriend who was best known for the cutting-edge digital security company he had built from scratch was now speaking like a mystical occult practitioner would you picked up his fourth pint of beer and emptied half of it in one long swig Damini sat across him a bit concerned about how much video it was drinking and smoking she let him she knew that despite his Brave demeanor his nerves were jangled to uncovering wall that he had in the last two days also deep inside her Wicked side she loved it video became quite an erotic enchanter once he was drunk she did not know if he was truly a devta or not but after a few drinks she knew his fingers worked pretty divine she realized she was smiling to herself she Shrugged off the thought for the moment confident that those expert fingers were hers to have anyway all her life back from her Fantasyland Damini realized that there was much at stake so why exactly did the Brunton Brothers decimate brahminabad with youth asked Damini it is quite simple Damini they were trying to wipe out the evidence of an ancient Vedic civilization replied with dude by using the bricks of the Primeval city is ballast they ensured that it would never be found again don't you see Damini they were looking for something and when they did not find it they ensured neither would anyone else this is also so crazy that was just the first in a series of systematic steps taken to wipe out the truth do you know that General Alexander Cunningham who was present when John and William Brunton were laying the city's bricks's ballast under the Lahore Karachi Railway line was laid to rewarded by the British with the post of the director general of the archaeological survey of North India what an officer who quietly witnessed the ruthless destruction of a precious Legacy was actually made in charge of such heritage how do you know he was just a witness Damini how do we know he was not being rewarded for what he not just witnessed but over sorry brahminabad in 1856 replied with youth Damini was listening with her mouth open in days for over half a century after all of this the Harappan cities lay buried brahminabad was forgotten as two generations changed and a new campaign with the new name was commissioned in 1921. but baby what was the truth they were trying to bury asked Damini with youth grind you still haven't understood Damini he asked his exceptionally intelligent girlfriend shook her head to legitimize their Imperial Onslaught on the subcontinent the British had to prove that Indians were an inferior race nothing more than a brown semi-tribal people who had been vanquished and civilized by a superior race of white-skinned blue-eyed Invaders riding from the West it was the perfect psychological warfare to the Indian Consciousness and make them believe that white Western Supremacy was destined and divine I don't fully understand videot said Damini now concentrating very hard on every word with you to a saying how do you think that just a few thousand British officers and soldiers conquered and controlled an entire subcontinent of tens of Millions do you think it was only by military might ask vidyut military might Superior economic strength modern Weaponry disciplined bureaucracy added domini with a quick shrub yes domini these were some of the advantages they enjoyed but none of these was the definitive Game Changer their most potent weapon was something else it was psychological imperialism they actually succeeded in subduing not just the land wealth and politics of India they crushed the Indian mind into submission dogs and Indians not allowed kind of signboards were a frequent phenomenon outside British clubs and officers messes even as late as the early 20th century what do you think such communication was aimed at Damini were they really trying to keep dogs out with signboards or was it a slow and continuous assault on the Indian psyche asked by dude Damini was listening intently her fingers playing unknowingly with The Strand of her beautiful hair the British knew they could never keep 300 million people enslaved by the power of the gun alone there was only one way of doing it and that was by ensuring Mass psychological submission of the entire populace and the systematic effort started far back in time from the muddy ruins of brahminabad but that was not all Damini the conspiracy is much murkier than just British dominance over India widget was now looking at the burning cigarette between his fingers deep in thought he had not taken a buff since he had lit it Damini was cold with nervousness she had to know how video it was connected to all this what do you mean conspiracy with youth please explain with Clarity implode domini it All Began over 1500 years ago in the medieval city of Constantinople it was here that followers of One Faith decided among themselves that they were meant to rule over all the others forever would you paused for a few seconds before he spoke again he was now almost in a trance as if teleported to another land very far back into time it was all happening just like the dying saptarishi had prophesied he said would you took a gulp from his beer as he placed the glass back on the table he noticed that Damini was in a state of deep duress he knew instantly that she had had enough for one day come on let's go we're quite late already he said to Damini signaling to one of the old Tibetan waiters for the bill he also gestured to Sonu and Ballard that they had to leave knu protested Damini how can you stop now with it I need to know everything yes yes you will get to know everything Damini replied with youth but it is best that you listen to the rest from Baba directly Baba you mean the great dwarka shastriji asked Damini clearly in immense or of the matadish yes Damini replied with youth with a broad brain no no I'm scared of meeting him yeah and what you will actually introduce me to him asked Damini with her eyes wide secretly delighted that video it was going to introduce her to the only family he had he has asked for you himself he asked me to bring my radhangini Inseparable half along replied with dude smiling charmingly looking deep into domini's eyes domini's eyes welled up and a moment later she grabbed with youth's hand in home I love you videot I love you too Damini they sat there clutching each other's hands lost in each other a minute or two past in pure Bliss finally one of the restaurant waiters Disturbed their moment of togetherness he had just slipped the invoice folder on their table with Newton Damini broke into a loving laugh let's leave now it's late said we do it as he slipped a 2000 rupees bill into the invoice folder something caught his eye the folder did not have the restaurants food and drinks invoice it had a note written in a stylish slashing handwriting tomorrow 7 PM gangati Yours Truly roomy harappa 1700 BCE mrit caravas River swin pujari woke up to a hideous stench as he opened his eyes all he could see in the dim flickering light were walls of rough black stone his head wound was still fresh and he felt a cold and wet surface under his bareback he tried to get up the stink in the air was unbearable as he sat up and looked around he could not get a clear sense of where he was his vision was still blurred his throat felt like it was infested with cactus thorns he had not had a seep of water for what seemed like days he turned to see a thick wooden door tightly shut on the suffocating space he was holed up in physias were filled with his own dried blood but could catch distant screens of people enduring great suffering the hellish smell of the place was making him nauseous slowly the devta was gaining Consciousness and memory he realized his hands were resting on wet and Squishy ground by his sides he raised one of them only to see his palm smeared with brown filth the cries of people continued to pierce through what appeared to be thick and impregnable walls with a swin pujari sensed that his palm was also reeking of the same stench that filled the air only stronger the devta shook his head to get more clarity of his surroundings the smelly air was going to make him sick as his senses returned to him he recognized that the stench was a gruesome mix of human sweat feces blood and Rotting Flesh the realization made him warm up instantly only blood came out from his gut he had not eaten a drank for over two days now he noticed that the ground he sat on was flowing with blood and human excrement in a sudden jolt he figured where he was but he refused to believe it he tried frantically to get up an open the thick door it was locked the only light in this dark cell was from a lone flame flickering on a wall mounted lamp with pujari got up to see that he was in a stifling cell smaller than the size of a cot the air was thick with the smell of Decay and death and the cries and moans of inmates were never ending could hardly breathe he was now shivering in the cold dampness of the cell where he could not even stand up without his head hitting the law ceiling the ghastly stench the Black Walls the chilly dankness the Macabre screams all were telling the devta where he was when pujari was not ready for this despite all his strength courage and spiritual profundity the devta was not willing to accept that he was in the most ghoulish prison on Earth that he was in the Amrit Kara was the dungeons of the Dead some that could not believe his eyes as he saw the conditions and suffering of the Amrit karavas unbeknownst to priyamvada and her associate ranga the chief engineer had escaped the infected water when ranga and his men who had placed themselves on God Duty that night spiked the Central cisterns and tanks of harappa some that was out on a site inspection on the banks of the Saraswati he and his handful of trusted men had come back to a city and people they did not recognize they had come back to a city of Mad Men he had heard about the trial of the mighty vivisvan pujari with disbelief in Gloom that was convinced as any Harappan would be in his right senses that the devta was being framed he had decided to take corrective measures but first he had to meet the devtar and find out what was going on the Amrit karavas had no policy or procedure for visitors even a graveyard allows people to connect with their departed near and dear ones but not the dungeons the dungeons were a dark hole from which nothing came back the hell where every entrant had to abandon all hope soon that was an enterprising man as chief engineer he also had access to vast walls of wealth in the current state of collective Insanity it was not going to be hard to bribe one of the officers in charge of the prison no matter what needed to be done some that knew he had to meet the mighty devta if there was any hope for this manic Metropolis it was vivism pujari 16 hours since he came back to the city of harappa sum that was climbing down the dark stairs of the Amrit caravas he had succeeded in arranging a short meeting with the most influential in Meet those Prison Walls had ever seen vomited Thrice before he could reach the cell of the devta the year of the dungeons was worse than a human could imagine as he vomited he also wept he could not visualize the glowing white robe Divine and benevolent vivism pujari being held captive in such torment he also realized how sometimes people in power and prosperity lose touch with the horrible realities of those less fortunate or in the case of the dungeons those who were condemned to suffer till their mortal bodies decomposed into the Savage slurry of the prison he wondered if any human had the right to subject another to such a merciless fate when the door of Witherspoon pujari's cell was flung open by the intoxicated God some that saw what he expected to even in the pathetic and inhuman conditions of the dungeons the devta sat cross-legged in a deep meditative trance some that could not help but fall at the feet of the Mighty vivisvan pujari the severe of harappa [Music] hand in his own resting his forehead on his friend's fingers and weeping profusely he could not express the relief he found as he saw the face of his Noble friend in the last two days vivisvan pujari had forgotten what a friend looked like all men he considered friends had abandoned him and his precious family when he needed them most the engineer was overwhelmed himself the devta who was impeccably dressed groomed and smelled a fresh Sandalwood at every occasion was sitting here in a rotting cell bleeding dirty wounded and betrayed what is going on my Lord my Surya asked Som that wiping his own tears as well as his mentors we need to take quick action yes we do so that yes we do replied the devta but before we discuss anything tell me where my sanjana is tell me where my Manu is they are safe o devta at least for now replied somedat sanjana was rescued by Manu and his magnificent nine in a daring raid on the courtroom She is safe now and they are all in hiding they wanted to extract you too but by then the courthouse was reinforced with hundreds of cavalry they could not reach you vivaswin pujari heaved a sigh of relief he was ready to die a thousand deaths as long as his wife and child were safe after a few moments of respite vivaswin pujari spoke again his voice now had a glimmer of hope the devta was ready to fight back so what is the course of action now somedat vivaswan asked my Lord I hear Manu is planning an all-out attack on the Amrit caravas but Almighty devta he does not stand a chance the Ten of them will not be able to overpower the 300 trained Fighters protecting this hellhole vivaswin pujari gave a tight smile he was not so sure about the odd Zoom that had described Manu himself and each of the nine gems of his family could shoot 40 arrows from their bows before a commoner could complete a single cycle of breath each one of them could engage in route 20 opponents in a SWAT fight if the Ten of them attacked the dungeons it would be a 50-50 chance however with his beloved Manu and the Magnificent nine Witherspoon did not want to gamble in any case he was certain that he and his family had a lot of battles to fight in the coming days if there was an easier way of Escaping The Dungeons that no one had ever escaped with a swin pujari wanted to take it Banaras 2017 traitor the drunk owner of the Tibetan restaurant had no clue how the note had reached widowed or who dropped it there with dirty caps and similar uniforms the waiters looked more or less the same none of them appeared to know anything even when threatened by a revolver muzzle peeping out from under bala's jacket none of them anyway had the courage to mess with visitors from the fear devraksha samat Romi was either one of the unnoticed guests at the restaurant or he was a master at disguise video tasked Sonu and two of his fighters to a Scott Damini back to the safety of the mutt Damini tried to protest but in vain widget was not going to let her stare at a place that was clearly being watched and controlled by an expert killer with exceptional abilities Sonu and his team Drew their handguns and swiftly made their way to the monastery keeping Damini between the three of them at every step the clock had struck half past nine and it was dark the busy street however was still buzzing with thousands of tourists filling the seats of scores of tiny restaurants lining both sides of this flea market offering everything from Japanese sushi to Indian masala dosa these eateries were packed with tourists of all nationalities age groups and ethnicities possibility of finding their deadly stalker in these Myriad thousands offered were swords than a needle in a haystack and clearly he was watching them even now this assassin had outsmarted even the highly effective guptachar Cena Army of spies of the mat he was more dangerous than videot had imagined and he was a step ahead back at the Mart video kissed dhaminy good night given the maths regulations and Court it was not prudent to spend the night in the same room the one thing we do it was certain of was that Damini was in the safest place she could be no one not even this extraordinary assassin could Dent the perimeter of the mighty Dev raksha samat what now would you asked Damini as widget was about to leave the neet guest Suite she was lodged in well the guy has asked me to meet him at the gangati tomorrow how can I decline the invitation especially after his gift from our first meeting replied with you clearly burning with rage tonight Romy had made the mistake of coming near with youth when he was with Damini and this video was not going to forgive but why has he called you to the gangati with youth what is so special about it the ganga RT takes place at 6 45 pm at the overcrowded Dasha swamijghat same place I met Romy the first time the only difference is that during this Divine Arty or Collective worship within candest sacred Lambs on the banks of the loved River the crowd becomes a sea of human heads the ganga aarti is a surreal experience where Lord Shiva ma ganga Surya sun and Agni the god of fire are worshiped devotees throng the gods to partake in this holy ritual we dude paused for a few seconds and said in other words there will be over 20 000 people at the ghat tomorrow it was a huddle of the Warriors balvanta was Furious Breathing heavily his massive shoulders heaving like giant mechanical Pistons he was angry with himself at letting vidyut leave the Mart there was Balor now fully aware of the dark Talent of this master assassin U had washed his face and was chewing several bundles of the famous banarasi pan Beetle leaves flowered with Beetle nuts lime paste spices and sometimes tobacco soon couldn't let any of the Mart Elders know he had had beer that evening there was govardhan and of course purohitji vidyut had just joined in how could the book toucher Cena not find him fumed belvanta he was the leader of the ancient intelligence Network and took its failure very personally we cover every Mortal every guest house every restaurant and every shop more than 300 Rickshaw pullers and 200 Auto drivers are part of the network why we even keep an eye on the graveyards and the tantric monasteries there is no way this Rascal could have escaped our clutches what is one man against an entire covert Army balvanta was right from whatever widget had described Rumi was clearly not from Banaras his language his clothing and his demeanor everything suggested that he was an outsider how could one man and that too in a new City beat a vast Network as old as the devraxasamat itself unless muttered Balor unless what Balor inquired videoed unless he is not alone in Banaras with youth why are we being so naive as to imagine he is a lone wolf maybe he is not maybe he is backed by a whole organization with deep-rooted presence in Varanasi if we are going to take him on we better consider all possibilities Balor instantly made sense to everyone present most of all to videot in a Flash without new Balor was right how could he have been so silly he is not alone said with dude his statement had no element of doubt now let's not jump to conclusions either video started Balor only to be interrupted by widget he is not alone repeated with dude this time a bit Stanley his hands rested on his waist and he was looking straight at the ground shaking his head we have been so stupid he muttered before breaking into a big laugh oh God we have been so stupid shouted with it as he began the fine uncontrollably the others exchanged glances Fearless about what video suddenly found so funny for God's sakes man video would you care to share your thoughts with us and quiet Balor after half a minute of video's laughter I'm sorry I'm sorry everyone just that I can't believe we didn't see it before said we dealt he was slowly turning serious see what Dada asked Sonu it is very simple Sonu Romi met me or should I say Romy was in my vicinity today when the outing was totally unplanned how did he know I was going to be there explained with youth balvanta Bala govardhan and purohit ji froze as they heard the last devtas words how did they miss something so obvious Sonu was still a little baffled what do you mean with your Dada he asked Romy must have been waiting for you at a Vantage Point close to the mutt entrance and would have followed you you are right Sonu but there are two issues with your theory first of all as we all know a large force of armed Warrior monks defends this monastery it would not be possible for anybody to hold on to a vantage point for three days at a stretch and not be caught secondly both times he met me he was very well prepared the first time he had a sophisticated explosive and detonation device ready the second time around he was in perfect disguiser had infiltrated the restaurant staff so it can still be what you are saying but that would be hard to believe Sonu understood what videot was saying he said his thought out loud so Romy knew exactly when and where you were going yes Broward balwanted His Eyes on Fire there is a traitor among us we do it was now walking back to his room it was a chilly night in the inner sanctum of the mutt look beautiful with its vast Lawns fountains and dim lighting after the long and eventful day widget was looking forward to a few hours in his warm bed he knew getting sleep would be difficult though given that he had a dangerous Rendezvous the next day dangerous for Romy hey would you turned around to see Nana leaning against a corridor pillar at a distance oh hi Nana what are you doing here at the sower it's past midnight said we did Nena didn't speak she just kept staring at videot the devta noticed she was clad in a well-fitting white silvarkamies with a bright orange to Pata her opulent here was tightly parted in the center and tied in a long and fashionable Punjabi play a small Bindi sparkled on her beautiful forehead and as usual her large eyes were made over neatly with mascara only tierings accentuated her gorgeous features Heart video tasked her joviali as he walked across the little green patch towards her are you just going to stare no I don't think I can do that anymore can I videoed she asked with the bewitching grin her smiling face was clearly hiding her pain behind it would knew what she meant he decided to ignore it nevertheless what else could he do oh come on Nana walk with me now he said as he took her hand in his own and gently pulled her next to him they started strolling leisurely towards vidyut's room the bubbly and gushing Nana was unusually quiet this evening something bothering you Nana asked to a dude he knew he couldn't avoid the topic forever and as a childhood friend Nana was very dear to him why should something be bothering me oh great devta replied Nana pretending to not understand with youth's question no of course not just that you're not talking as much as you usually do he said turning and looking at her Nana did not respond she kept looking straight at the path ahead of them hands covered under her do batter on this cold evening had it not been for the tension between them due to domini's arrival this was a romantic setting to perfection where dude's room was the guest Suite closest to the great dwarka shastri's Cottage Nana and he were now right outside its door videot couldn't help but notice how devastatingly beautiful nana looked on this moonlit night good night Nana he said and thank you for walking me to this room no problem with youth night Nana turned around and began walking towards her own quarters we dude felt an uncontrollable urge to hold her and kiss her clearly he was still half human as he turned to unlock his door he heard Nina's voice call out his name we built the devta turned around to see Nena standing a few steps away yes Nana you know what you should have sent a reply to at least one of my letters you should have told me about Damini she's beautiful by the way she said her voice now trembling her eyes moist though her face still braved a smile video didn't know what to say Nena looked more desirable than the apsuras of the heavens deep inside for a moment he wished he could lift her in his arms and make love to her even the most righteous of men can be vulnerable to a headache concoction of unquestioned love and unparalleled Beauty but then again video it was not just a man he was the last devta on planet Earth he fought the Temptation and Kindle domini's picture in his soul after a few rare moments of weakness he was back nevertheless he did want to comfort Nana he really did love her as a dear friend Nana my dear dear Nana he said in an exasperated unsure tone his head tilted to one side because if you did I wouldn't have waited 26 years 9 months and 18 days for you videot continued Nana before giving video to longing glance and turning to leave we're dude had too much on his mind tonight he smiled at Nina's departing silhouette and entered his room he was in no frame of mind to go after her and indulge in a dreaming emotional conversation at this time even though he felt terrible about it but something totally disconnected with the whole situation was disturbing with youth he was not fully sure but he felt he saw Nena holding a bulky electronic device under her dupatta it was not a cell phone it in fact looked like a device not very many people had access to would you run a technology company with digital and Telecom security at its core he knew this stuff from Whatever video it could make out in the dark the gadget Nana held nearly wrapped under her stall was an advance iridium 955 satellite phone harappa 1700 BCE the dagger of betrayal where is chandradhar in all this why has he not come to my rescue asked vivism pujari he was missing in the courtroom as well soon that was quiet with us when pujari stared at him expectantly if there was anyone he knew could get him out of the squagmire it was his partner his brother-in-law his friend chandradhar the devta was certain that Pandit chin Radha would leave no stone unturned and would wage war with any force of this world or another to save him the chief engineer remained silent River swin pujari was getting anxious as he wanted to quickly get on with the plan to counter-attack after a moment of hesitation he put his filthy hand on somedith's shoulder and spoke again believe me soon that it will not take Chandra more than a few hours to find out who is behind all this while of course that's scoundrel ranga is involved he does not have the intellect or the capability to conjure up such a Byzantine conspiracy there is definitely a dark important force behind the Shadows with a swin pujari was stunned to see his friend some that sobbing softly his heart froze had something happened to his beloved French and Radha speak up some that what does matter have they got Chandra too the chief engineer looked up regaining his composure no my Lord Pandit Chandra is perfectly fine so why didn't you contact him I know you are very capable and resourceful sounded but Chandra would have been a big help he would have taken control of both the Priestly Council as well as the Army he already has full control of the council in the Army my Lord replied soon that coldly Witherspoon pujari didn't know what to say he was a bit exasperated at somedith's Short responses and refusal to react positively to his advice about seeking help from chandradhar his most trusted Ally and partner looks on that I don't think you understand Pandit Jan Radha is like a brother to me and he will fight till his last breath to save me and my some that couldn't take it anymore stop it oh great devta he shouted interrupting with a swin pujari mid-sentence vivaswin could see some that was breathing heavily and appeared both dejected and angry after a moment's possum that leaned forward and placed both his hands affectionately on the devtas bloodstained shoulders he spoke softly looking straight into vivisvan pujari's eyes you really don't know my devta he inquired softly clearly unable to hide his emotions tears were once again rolling down his eyes when pujari could now sense something sinister if chandradhar was alive and he was in control of the council in the Army why was he not here instead of somedat tell me what you know my friend asked the devta nervously soon that nodded softly and spoke who do you think is commanding the Army against you my Lord River swin pujari was looking at him blankly never for a moment imagining what he was about to hear and who do you think is rallying the entire Priestly Council to make sure you and your family are declared felons of the worst order who soon that quit knitting puzzles and tell me vivaswan pujari implored some that tried to speak but was startled by a blood cuddling shriek that all cross even the thick stone walls of the dungeons someone was being tortured Beyond human endurance both vivisan pujari and someda muttered a healing Mantra in their mouths aimed to alleviate the pain of the poor soul brace yourself my lord for now I will reveal the name of the person who put the holy seal of approval on your incarceration in this living hell said Som that he did not need to take the name there were only two people in all of harappa who had the authority to put the seal of approval on all judgments passed in the court for those to be carried out within seven days one of them was locked deep in the dark Belly of the Amrit karavas himself the other was the man this devta trusted with all his heart the man whose life he had saved the gem of harappa whose sister he had married chandradhar screened out the devta in disbelief it cannot be you lied to me you wretched scoundrel He barked at somedat you are also a part of the web of treachery being spun around me get out of here soon that was not offended he expected this reaction from the noble devta and yet he knew he had to convey the whole truth no matter how venomous it was it was chandradhar who sent you to the dungeons it was chandradhar who released a rest warrants for your son Manu and the gracious sanjana it was chandradhal who influenced the city council to confiscate all your property land and assets your household workers have been declared complicit in your crimes and have all been sentenced to death with pujari sat Frozen in the dark cell the blunt Arrow of Deceit had peer strike through his very soul the dagger of betrayal had been sunk deep into his very existence he looked nothing more than a lifeless corpse his face had no color his eyes any life the devta who looked like a strapping young man even at his ripe age was suddenly looking like a very old man pujari was now sitting with his face buried between his raised knees weeping profusely he had wept so much in the last few hours that his eyes seemed to have run dry yet he could not help but convulse into heavy sobs the devta was an exceptionally strong man he could cry with as much honesty as he did love the onslaught was not over yet for vivisvan pujari some that braced himself and began delivering the final blow there is more old devta pardon me for being the bearer of such devastating news said some that nearly breaking down himself as he submitted the disclaimer [Music] did not move a react although his heavy sobbing was now quieting down the engineer continued a massive Manhunt has been Unleashed to capture and kill Manu lady sanjana and your nine Warriors moreover chandradhar has passed a decree through the council declaring himself as the first monarch of harappa and his wife priyamvada as the Royal Queen he is going to end the role of the people in our beloved Metropolis the city you have built so meticulously o devta song that was expecting a violent response from vivism pujari but there was none the devta sat in the same posture without any reaction his face buried deep into his knees there is one more thing my devta continued some that chandradhar has passed special instructions to make a public spectacle out of you tomorrow morning it has to set a precedent he says he knew that devta was listening to every word he broke the last bit of bad news he was the harbinger of the great public feast and procession have been organized for the people of harappa at the great bath tomorrow morning as you know about his 20 times larger than that of Mohenjo-daro they are working overnight to convert it into a gigantic arena with seating for over 15 000 spectators there was still no response from vivisvan pujari some that dropped his head backwards and let out a short Cry of grief his world was spinning as he could not believe how his happy and glorious harappa could turn into this hideous nightmare within hours and days after a few seconds he pulled himself back and prepared to speak the Unspeakable he slowly bent forward close to the devtas face and spoke as if every word he uttered was a profound sin they are going to torture you brutally tomorrow morning oh mighty devta and all of harappa will watch Banaras 2017 the great Vedic civilization Damini was hellishly nervous at the prospect of meeting the great matthavish the mighty dwarka shastri himself it was a double whammy for her on one end meeting the most powerful and mystical Saint in tantric in the whole world was making her terribly anxious on the other hand the grand old man was the only real-in-law she was ever going to have so Damini was flustered at wood to wear what to say and when to shut up however both video and Damini knew that today was not going to be a regular day the devtas evening appointment with Romy Pereira loomed over their minds every second Damini was deeply concerned about with youth safety we do it on the other hand wanted to know why Romi wanted to kill him he was yearning to know which organization or institution was behind this lethal assassin he was hoping to discover at least some part of the plot during his impending meeting with his great-grandfather this morning Damini loved the fact that she was being treated like a queen at the monastery on her flight to Varanasi she had imagined the mat to be a dark and suffocating prison of stifling rituals and boring stuck-up people she was overjoyed to see the exact opposite happen while indeed the mutt looked intimidating and fortress-like as one entered it the life in people inside were positively glowing as she woke up in the morning Damini was welcomed by the chanting of divine mantras with an intensity and passion she had never seen before she was treated to a hot cup of Rich herbal tea the finest Brew she had ever had it gave her energy and Elation she had never experienced before this was followed by a session of rigorous yoga on a sun-kissed Terrace led by beaming and vivacious instructors Damini was pleasantly surprised when she was served a hot breakfast fit for an empress her crunchy fresh fruit salad and Farm Fresh yogurt were accompanied by not only Indian Delicacies like Aloo Paratha and poha matar but also by baked beans and corn flakes the devraksha samat its teachers its profound disciplines and its infrastructure in no way appeared inferior to Western educational establishments the only difference being the advanced spiritual warfare and occult training imparted at this ancient institution as part of the essential curriculum as they walked towards the great dwarka shastri's massive Abode video couldn't stop laughing Damini had attempted wearing a banarasi sari traditional Indian outfit that had been gifted to her by purohit ji's gracious wife that very morning as a gesture of her affection matches Damini marched with great poison dignity towards the cottage of the matadhish every 30 seconds she felt that her cumbersome attire would dismantle itself in grossly malfunction she was relieved when she finally reached the grand old man's doorstep her dress in one piece the Moment of Truth was here she had to now enter the medieval looking Cottage and meet the phenomenon her boyfriend considered to be the most powerful man on Earth okay with you baby you ready now asked Damini nervously as she took some deep breaths would you nodded innocently barely able to hold back his laughter he knew Damini was panicking needlessly he knew his baba was a trick holder she or the viewer of all the Realms of time in space past present and future he knew the grand old man would see through the beautiful heart of Damini in a matter of moments what would you did not know was that the mighty dwarka shastri already knew Domini he knew a lot more about her than even video did the devta knocked on his great grandfather's door and was greeted with the now familiar hum video gesture Damini to follow him as soon as Damini entered the massive living chamber of the world's most powerful Spirit she could sense the presence of more than just the Grand Master in that room she could almost hear the hissing of an ethereal being she somehow felt that dwarka shastri with Newton she were not the only people in the room she tried to ignore this intense Instinct she was meeting her in-laws for God's sake dwarka shastri once again lay perched on his tall bed raised to his Regal posture by a dozen pillows and bolsters Damini was nearly hypnotized as she caught the first glimpse of this extraordinary man this flowing white here his battle torn face in his Royal appearance overwhelmed her to numbness his fingers were flipping rosary beads like an automated counting machine pranang Baba said we did pranang was among the humblest and most respectful of salutations in Indian culture yeshui bhava replied the Grand Master may you be the Glorious one was what the matadhish had replied with as a blessing Baba I have Damini with me said videot feeling stupidly shy I think you knew about her the moment she entered the mat Damini found this to be her cue again this time she was right pranang Baba she said in a gentle voice her hands folded in veneration dwarka shastri opened his eyes and looked at Damini within moments his signature glare melted into a look of profound love and familiarity he then said something that neither would you nor Damini could comprehend the great matthadish smiled and uttered just two words in a loving tone swagatum sanjana welcome sanjana the Bejeweled necklace sparkled brilliantly Damini was dumbstruck when they breathed dwarka shastri asked with you to open his old mahogany cupboard and pull out an intricately carved Sandalwood box it was a present for Damini the diamond studded gold necklace inside was the most expensive piece of jewelry she had ever set her eyes on it looked like an antique treasure like it belonged to some ancient Queen Baba video how can I accept something so expensive Damini said hesitantly as she looked at videot for guidance would you smiled and nodded at her to keep it it was the grand old man's show of affection I am glad you both are here together said the matthatish after a few moments of Silence before we speak about anything else tell me videot are you sure you want to meet this assassin at a time and place of his choice he will be fully prepared purohit G had briefed the Grand Master about the events of the previous evening dwarka shastri was cautious but not overly worried he knew his grandson was no ordinary mortal he knew from the moment Vegeta had set foot in Varanasi that a final Face-Off was unavoidable a clash between demon and devta evil and good Romy and vidyut it was prophesied three and a half Millennia ago the time had come and The Grandmaster knew that the battle with Romy was only the beginning yes Baba I will meet him and set things right once and for all the ganga RT is a holy hour we will Vanquish the forces of evil replied with youth dwarka shastri smiled with pride and raised his hand to bless with youth but Baba we dude there are too many questions that are still unanswered spoke Damini Softly while I comprehend that the East India company's conspiracy to bury the truth of brahminabad was part of a larger game plan of psychological imperialism but I don't understand how destroying brahminabadar undermining the Harappan Saraswati civilization would help that cause dwarka shastri turned to vidyut why don't you answer the question with youth like I was explaining to you last evening Damini the absolute dominance of One race over another first needs the total submission of the rule to the ruler this becomes Possible only when over Generations the entire populace is made to believe that the rulers have the moral historical and cultural right to be the sovereigns would you paused for a moment to see if Damini was following she was so sowing seeds of a past that showed a legacy of Western superiority was an important element in their strategy it worked wonders for them to propagate to the Indians that they were always inferior and even since the time of the Harappan civilization it was actually Riders from the West that brought in development and prosperity however the entire scheme of the imperialists would fall flat if the people they are trying to suppress into submission suddenly discovered that it was they who actually established Mighty civilizations cities and trades when their current rulers were living in caves and wearing animal hide and her rapper would do exactly that it would remind Indians of a glorious past it would inform them that it was in fact their very own ancestors who brought civilization to this world exclaimed Damini as she slowly grasped the whole maze dwarka shastri nodded there is more to it beta do you know that there were numerous havan kundas or ritual pits discovered in the excavations that the gods worshiped by the harappans were actually pushupati and Shakti which are other names of Lord Shiva and the goddess Durga how many times have you read that scenes in Pottery depicting yogic postures were Unearthed in the hundreds at the Harappan sites quite honestly Baba I have not really read about these details replied Damini in fact very few people would have Damini hawan kundasa essentially used for Vedic rituals even today Hindus across India and Nepal worship deities like pashupati and Shakti if yoga existed even in harappa what does it all mean asked dwarka shastri animatedly it means that the Harappan civilization was nothing but a vast Vedic settlement on the banks of the mighty Saraswati mumbled Damini as she deciphered the truth both dwarka shastri and vidyut were pleased to see the Damini had finally understood the truth behind harappa or at least some of it so you see Damini reducing brahminabad to Rubble ignoring further excavations for half a century propagating half-truths and hiding facts about the glory and achievements of the Harappan civilization were all part of a concerted effort to darken an entire yawn from the pages of History white-skinned men riding horses through the Khyber Pass was a picture slowly imprinted on the entire subcontinent harappa was the perfect ploy to disconnect India with its ancient Glory Indians would never know that it was they who civilized the world Damini nodded in agreement she had never in her Wildest Dreams imagined such a profound conspiracy around something as obscure as harappa tea had been served and the three of them sat in silence for a while Damini needed time to internalize the truth suddenly Damini turned to dwarka shastri and inquired in a tone of urgency but then Baba who were the Aryan Invaders dwarka shastri looked at vidyut and they exchanged Prince my dear Damini said without leaning towards her there were no Aryan Invaders harappa 1700 BCE Prater showed for several minutes the devta had not moved the spoken a word soon that gave him that time to assimilate the horror the gods had sent his way in to nurse his deep angst the engineer was worried that the time he had bought at the Amrit karavas was running out just as he was about to reach out and come for the devta with a friendly arm around him with pujari spoke with his face till sunk into his knees the mountains what about the mountains of brick and bronze that were to be made to change the course of the Raging Saraswati chandratha is going ahead with that project on war footing within hours he has gathered the other Engineers to build the mountains of brick and bronzes for your plan and drawings it is a massive undertaking and thousands of men women and beasts of Burden are being deployed with pujari suddenly looked up the chief engineer skipped a beat at what he saw the devta was looking more manic than the recently intoxicated and deranged inhabitants of harappa in the Blackness of the cell all some that could see was vivisvan pujari's eyes gleaming red like those of a panther caught in the darkness by a fluttering torch in the same body with the same Limbs and the familiar face with a swan pujari was a different creature whether his own soul had Twisted into its darkest manifestation or that he had summoned a black Spirit from the Netherworld into him some That Couldn't Say [Music] was certainly not himself but the Demonic devta screamed so loud and hideously that all the morning and crying in the Amrit kharaba stopped for a few brief moments every inmate of the death prison could sense the presence of someone whose profound grief was greater than their Collective suffering the Deep Agony in vivisvan pujari's cry cut through the hearts and souls of The Condemned wretches and for now they wept for this unknown sufferer amidst them [Music] pujari kept yelling his eyes rolled up his arms outstretched on his sides and His Hands Twisted into claws as if possessed by the devil himself the song that's horror the devta turned and started smashing his forehead against the sharp edged rocks of the cell's walls the engineer leapt forward to grab hold of him and pull him away but he was late the walls were already smeared with the devtas blood and his eyes and face were once again dripping with his Pious bloodstream soon that held the devta and with great difficulty made him sit down on the dirty floor as he held his friend until recently the most powerful man in all of harappa he panicked River swim pujari's skin was as cold as ice and he was mumbling some ethereal chance like a bumblebee high on some rasp flower toddy the engineer was considering calling for help much as he respected the devtar and his divinity had within pujari finally lost it I am fully in my senses somedat said the devta in a hissing voice as if he was reading some that's mind he probably was may I borrow your dagger for a moment please we we will rescue you from the great bath Arena tomorrow my lord said some that even if it means we fight to the last drop of blood in our veins may I borrow your dagger please some that insisted with pujari as if he had not heard with his engineer friend had just said devta please don't worry about your wife and son they are as revered for us as you are we will not let them be harmed said some that now sitting next to the devta cleaning his face with his own fine and gavastram may I borrow your dagger so that repeated with this one he was not relenting soon that pulled out his gleaming blade from the Scabbard went down on one knee and held his dagger up with both hands towards the devta like he was submitting an offering to a god as far as was concerned he was what are you doing my Lord exclaimed the engineer with a swin pujari had slit open his right wrist and the blood was oozing out profusely soon that was as shocked as he was deeply concerned the loss of blood that the devta had suffered over the last one day could prove fatal don't worry soon that said the devta don't you remember I cannot be harmed by fire hunger thirst injury Alchemy illness gravity or exorcism but my Lord you must leave now interrupted the devta keep arches and Horsemen ready tomorrow morning intercept them when they are bringing me back here from the great bath I will take care of the rest some that had to obey the devta but he was horrified to see that the devta had turned his back towards him and was using the blood from his right wrist as ink to inscribe something on the stone wall of his cell pujari appeared to be stable and calm as he continued to write on the wall some that noticed that the devta's hands were shivering god without turning even for a moment with a swin pujari had called out for the prison security within seconds they could hear The Stomping of a drunken guard walking towards the cell just before the cell door was flung open with pujari turned his head partially towards somedet and whispered remember my friend on the way back tomorrow keep arches and Horsemen ready we will pull off the greatest Rescue of all time he tried to smile in the flickering light of the tiny lamp some that saw one side of vivisvan pujari's face it was a horror of a sight a face that was once illuminated with love Brilliance and godliness was now a concoction of sweat blood pain and Hate Something Told the sharp engineer that a fierce in gory battle was going to rage across Iowa the devta was not going to be vanquished easily as soon that took leave in the inebriated God swung the massive wooden door source to shut the cell the engineer noticed what was being smeared on the wall in the color of blood it was a word a split second before the door finally slammed shut and soon that lost the view of the back wall of vivism pujari's cell he got a glimpse of it the prison wall of the mighty devta was now painted with his own blood spelling out one lone word pray to showed retribution Banaras 2017 the last sap t a r i s h i the word Arya is from Sanskrit which roughly means the noble one in ancient times all of Northern India was called Iowa or the Abode of the noble ones it did not mean a board of the ions as a specific treat clarified dwarka shastri so you can say that the people who were original inhabitants of fire will Tower ancient North India were called the ions they were Builders of great cities ports metals and trades but the theory of sharp-nosed blue-eyed Horseman from the West is nothing but a figment of imagination a lie propagated so widely that it almost became the truth added with youth Damini nodded thoughtfully she was still in her Daze but glad to have seen the hidden end of the Harappan mystery unravel itself this is also unreal you know we dude we owe it to our great nation to our fellow Indians we must share this knowledge with everyone said a delighted and charged up Damini looking at both vidyut and the Grand Master expectantly exchanged glances it is not that simple Damini said we're dude what you have discovered today and I heard from Baba yesterday is just the tip of the iceberg this conspiracy is not restricted to just the East India Company in the Indian subjugation it is far deeper and more ominous than that it involves the whole world the entire human race our bloodline discussed said the mighty dwarka shastri that didn't sound very heartening to vidyutan Damini it was like they were in a thriller movie only this was all real they both knew with dude you must tell Damini whatever you know till now about the painful and chilling Saga of our greatest ancestor the devta vivism pujari continued dwarka shastri but at this point it is important that you both know about the curse of the saptarishi his two-member audience was staring at the Grand Master Spellbound it will take me many more days to narrate the full tale of vivism pujari panda chandradhar priyamvada sanjana sarama Manu and the eventual fall of harappa I will also tell you about the events that unfolded immediately after the devastating Deluge of the river Saraswati and how these events changed the course of Mankind's destiny but we don't have that kind of time today the enemy stalks us from very close said dwarka shastri vidyutan Damini assumed he was referring to The Showdown with Romy which was now only a few hours away in all of what dwarka shastri had just said Damini caught the name sanjana this is what the Grand Master had welcomed her is when she had stepped into his room she had ignored it as perhaps a slip in the grand old man's aging memory but now he had taken the name again and that too in the context of a cruel Tale while Damini was still groping with that one name vidyut's mind was running at lightning speed he was putting the two and two together it struck him like a thunderbolt that his great-grandfather would have referred to Damini as sanjana for one and one reason only as the sign of the dev rakshasa Martin the last devta vidyut could see the picture clearly he also now knew why dwarka shastri had said that the statuette of the bearded priest king of harappa was of none other than vidyuts himself ish was quiet as he closely observed his great-grandson Spencer face he knew vidyut had figured it out The Grandmaster interned a couplet from the bhagwad Gita vasansi jirnani yata behind avanigranati narum parani tatha sarirani Germany video translated it for Damini without looking at her as a person puts on new garments giving up old ones similarly the soul accepts new material bodies giving up the old ones Damini was not able to understand what was going on but with it was fully enlightened punar janma he thought reincarnation video shook his head slightly at his great-grandfather who immediately understood what widget was trying to say Damini was not ready for everything just yet that the three of them had met before Millennia ago in a distant and violent land was something she would not be able to comprehend Baba please tell us about the curse of the saptarishi and about the web of this conspiracy began with youth tell us what happened in Constantinople besides his keenness to know more about what was plaguing his Divine bloodline and humankind at large he also wanted to steer the topic away from sanjana and her connection with Damini he would tell her one day but not today before the matadish could respond there was a knock at the door it was balvanta he folded his hands in reverence as he bowed to the Grand Master what is it balvanta asked dwarka shastri gurudev pardoned my intrusion but it is well past noon vidyut must come with me so we can prepare for the evening encounter only a few hours remain this adversary must not be taken lightly replied balvanta his hands still folded he worshiped dwarka shastri like a God and while the Assassin was here in Varanasi for Romi balvanta believed it was his own fight for centuries his forefathers had protected the shastri clan he was not going to let them all down thank you balvanta Dada please give me some more time Baba is about to make a vital Revelation which might tell us more about this Romy replied with youth instead of dwarka shastri he was now more and more connected to his great-grandfather and could take some Liberty but would you just one more hour please Dada then we will begin the preparations and sister with youth as you say videot but one hour it is balvanta bowed to the matadhishan left it was in 312 A.D that the powerful Roman King Constantine embraced Christianity whether it was the popularity of the faith that encouraged him to enter its fold or whether it was his own powerful influence that made the religion even more widespread cannot be said with Surety but one thing is certain Constantine did for Christianity what the greater Ashoka did for Buddhism he rallied the power of the king behind the word of the priest narrated The Grand Master it was all happening just like the curse said it would both Damini and vidyut was stunned to hear the great dwarka shastri speaking about a Roman King about the spread of Christianity in events that had no connect with harappa whatsoever also they believed anyhow it was not under Constantine that things went out of hand it was in 445 A.D under emperor valentinian that one Faith was officially declared as the faith of the empire this political gamesmanship deceit an eventual Bloodshed in the name of God was exactly what the curse had banished mankind to vidyutan Damini were blank they had no Q why dwarka shastri was talking about Constantine and valentinian when their concerns and questions were around harappa and the killer that was stalking them I know your concerns and questions are around harappa and around the killer that is stalking us said dwarka shastri as if he were reading their minds he probably was but what I am telling you is equally material to the bigger web of treachery power and hate that is being spun for centuries please go on Baba said widget he did not want to rush the matadhish the burying of harappa's Glory in Truth by some officials of the East India Company was in comparison just a tiny manifestation of a much larger disease one that would time and again unleash unbridled and Unstoppable Bloodshed only to maintain the political superiority of one people over another and this disease has nothing to do with Christianity which is a great religion with peace and love as its bedrocks it is the religion of Yeshua or Jesus the fair and benevolent Son of God who never spoke of anything but love therefore I am talking about the dark Corruption of men not any particular religion Scoundrels are not restricted to any one Faith they are born under every Creed every race if it was Christianity unleashing holy was during the Crusades it is some other religion now tomorrow there will be another this murderous lust would spread from One Faith to another and each will justify killing their fellow men in the name of God these men would use religion and their own interpretation of the word of God to inflict Unthinkable atrocities on their own kind and this is precisely the destiny the saptarishi had cursed the human race to endure within domini's mouths went right as they tried to Grapple with the New Revelations dwarka shastri was making in fact Damini felt her head would explode and wanted to run away from the massive Cottage of the matadhish dwarka shastri could make out that his beloved children were fatigued with information overload but he had little Choice verdut was the prophesied severe and he had to Bear the burden we will speak about the rest later my dear vidyutan Damini for now there is only one more aspect I want to share with you both please go ahead Baba said we do it he could have sat in this room for days together but he knew Damini was reeling under the conspiratorial information Onslaught he had to get her out there were in fact two dark curses video continued the Grand Master one each from two dying Sages they were the fifth and sixth of the saptarishi one curse was for vivism pujari's Descendants and one for mankind at large as I have been describing said the Grand Master this was going too fast even for videoed who were the saptarishi why were they dying what made them cast such castly spells and how was everything connected there was another knock at the door this time it was a long and Urgent one upon dwarka shastri's permission balvanta entered the room again he was clearly annoyed we didn't we need to leave now said balvanta he was in no mood to dilly dally there was a battle awaiting them and the warrior Chief was not going to go into it underprepared who smiled at her with fatherly love both of them had moist eyes were due to his fidgety as he wanted to know more he decided to squeeze in his one last question Baba I will listen to the rest of the tale upon my return for now I have only one question who is Rumi Pereira and why does he want to kill me dwarka shastri nodded and replied remember with youth there is a very powerful force lurking in the dark that does not want the curse on mankind to end the bloodied fault lines and manic killing suit its black and malicious design been fighting this monster and protecting the secret for centuries across the land and Beyond from harappa to Kashi to Goa Calcutta Delhi Rome Vatican Syria and Beyond this dark Forces lust for power has transcended all frontiers of greed and they want to use the name of God to establish what they call a new order was listening intently they have sent him said the old matadish Romy Pereira is just the first soldier from a whole Legion of demons you will need to annihilate with youth they had touched the grand old man's feet and left his room Damini was a bundle of mixed emotions on one end she was delighted at having met and won the affection of vidyut's great grandfather but on the other she was petrified at everything she had heard the name Romy Pereira was driving her mad with youth was her lifeline and she could not afford to lose him we do it could sense domini's anxiety and put a reassuring arm around her I'll take you to sarnath tomorrow my love he said with a beaming grin I'll show you where the Buddha gave his first sermons Damini stopped and turned towards her man you know I cannot live without you with youth promise me that you will not let anything happen to you she implored ready to break into tears would you put his hands on her cheeks looked into her eyes lovingly and said I promise Damini no harm will come to me don't you remember I am half human half God Damini was back at her room and balvanta was summoning fighters to the math summary would you stole a moment and ran to dwarka shastri's Cottage again the grand old man was waiting and had not moved an inch from where he sat before pranang Baba my apologies for running back in unannounced but I felt there was something you wanted to tell me yes there is videot replied the Grand Master Gravely and it does this someone is going to betray you tonight my son I sense the presence of a black soul around you continued dwarka shastri Romy is not alone with you clenched his teeth he could not help but think about the satellite phone in naina's hands who was she speaking to he did not want to say anything to the Grand Master though Nena had been raised at the devraxasamat since childhood and was like family to dwarka shastri I will be careful Baba with your blessings on my side no one can hurt me said we dealt he dutched his great-grandfather's feet again and took permission to leave as he reached the door he turned to ask his baba one last question for the day Baba I Now understand why you said the statue of the priest king was me it was originally vivisvan pujaris I am sure after over 3700 years the Great devtas Soul has taken rebirth as me as your videoed the same is with Damini she is The Reincarnation of the pious sanjana I see how karmic deaths and bonds are interconnected over thousands of years and I am blessed to be the chosen one dwarka shastri held back his tears as he smiled at his great grandson he had fought his entire life to guard the secret of the black Temple and had waited nearly three decades for video to come and take his rightful place that they had finally arrived but Baba if I am with pujari and Damini is sanjana who are you asked with it with a twinkle in his eyes dwarka shastri grinned after a moment he replied I am the last saptarishi harappa 1700 BCE the midnight raid we must sack the prison tonight said Manu as he paced up and down the Rocks around the bonfire that Lit their camp for the night they were now 20 miles away from harappa's City Gates the sun Banner that represented vivism pujari was fluttering in the dim glow of the fire upon his return from the Amrit karavas somedat and his men had managed to locate Manu sanjana and their handful of companions the engineer's own trusted soldiers Manu his nine Companions and himself made all of 36 Fighters while he had promised vivisvan pujari a daylight rescue raid the next morning so that was not sure how it could be pulled off cut up and soldiers priests and people had become even more aggressive than the previous day vegetarians were chopping horses and eating raw meat mothers were intoxicating their own children with somras temples were being used for gambling and prostitution granaries were being muted and havan kundas were being desecrated but worst of all the givers of nourishment in the form of divine milk the worshiped cows of harappa were being slaughtered both Manu and somedat were convinced that the end of the Metropolis was near don't be silly Manu retorted somedat with the authority of her Godfather much as he admired the boy soon that could not put him at risk he had met Mina's Divine father earlier that evening and had witnessed suffering and degeneration Beyond description he had sworn to protect sanjana and Manu even if it meant sacrificing his own life how many people get to serve a living God anyway we can take them Uncle replied Manu there are 300 Gods around the prison they are all hallucinating an assault under the cover of Darkness will allow us to eliminate all of them we have only a few hours left Uncle permit has to attack insisted Manu some that was intently sharpening his copper long SWOT on a stone he stopped inspected the blade for a moment and kept it aside for later it needed more work the security of the prison as far more impregnable than it looks I agree the soldiers are drunk on whatever is making the city go mad but I observed them closely this evening the beastly aggression of the intoxicant more than makes up for the sluggishness it causes they may be slow tonight but they are free of fear and pain you cannot defeat such troops Manu they are not human anymore they are raksha SAS but Uncle Manu tried to protest enough Manu said aloud but graceful feminine voice sanjana had spoken from a corner of the bonfire Camp she was listening to the entire conversation and had decided to go with the opinion of her husband's trusted friend some that was the last word she had received about the well-being of her doting husband she valued that above all else if brother somedith says we should attack only tomorrow we must go by his wisdom said sanjana sanjana's word was treated like the word of the devta sometimes even more than that of his she was a golden Soul unfortunately her Purity and power of goodness was no match to the grotesque and dark Forces at play in harappa the Sao Manu sat down with a plate of rice in his hands he was terribly tired and had been on Horseback for over 20 hours he needed this meal and a short rest to prepare him for the impending battle the next morning he had to snatch away his beloved father from the clutches of the beastly Harappan soldiers as he ate a mouthful of the freshly cooked rice Manu Wing boyishly at one of sonded soldiers sitting across the bonfire the soldier grinned back delighted at being greeted by the sign of the devta himself even before Manu could take his eyes off a lethal Arrow appear strike through the head of the smiling Soldier within split seconds there was a rain of metal ranga was here with 400 of his manic Fighters growling and screaming like goblins the camp of Manu and some that was completely surrounded with the attackers shooting arrows from all sides as more of some thats men fell Manu and his nine companions moved into a battle formation at the center of the camp their backs towards each other in a huddle Shields up and Bows ready the Ten of them were each facing the ten different directions that Vedic scriptures divide the space around into the five girls among them shot a volley of arrows back at the Raiders while the five boys glided in SpongeBob every arrow and spear coming towards their formation each one of the five archers was unleashing four arrows at one time nearly each Arrow finding its mark the 10 Fighters appeared to be one single organism their battle moves choreographed to perfection ranga's men fell by the dozens at this vigorous counter-attack this also gave time to somedith and his men to take striking positions Manu and some that knew that this battle of bows and arrows was soon going to give way to a close face-to-face conflict with the Enemy ranga's men were closing in from all sides and despite the loss of scores of their men they still outnumbered this small Squad by 1s to 10. Manu broke the formation and dashed towards the cluster of rocks where he noticed his mother hiding dodging the arrows and Spears flying around he leapt straight into the corner where sanjana sat crouching I'm fine I'm fine go out there and fight urged sanjana as soon as Manu reached her I can't leave you here ma replied Manu I can't let you get hurt we will all get hurt if you don't show them your Valor tonight Manu remember who you are my son remember your illustrious father insisted sanjana smiling proudly and looking straight into her son's eyes but they are too many ma we may not be able to defeat them argued Manu do we have a choice Manu asked sanjana calmly she bent forward and kissed her son on his forehead now go do what you have to that's my commandment I shall do as you say ma don't worry about me and stay here I will come back for you Ma I promise I will come back for you said Manu as he drew his sword and darted back into the thick of the combat he made a promise to his mother a promise he resolved to not let anything in the world stand in the way of Banaras 2017 sankat mochan the motorcycles Rod where dude was the billion Rider with Sonu Nena sat behind Balor the warrior balvanta rode his own bike the five of them rode out of the devrakshasa mart at around 6 PM with the powerful Enfield Bullet engines revving each of the maths Elite Fighters had already been dispatched an hour before the book toucher Cena had been active for 48 hours now but there was no lead on Romy however they did find something unusual around 15 foreigners all of who had a muscular military built and unusually heavy bags had checked into seven different hotels of the city No Ordinary Observer could connect these bulky tourists with each other since they arrived into Varanasi at different times and moved into a variety of hotels from the cheapest Lodge to the sparkling five-star hotels of the city but the guptachar Cena was by no means ordinary they had not only spotted the unusual visitors but had also informed the map that they were all seen taking different transport options earlier that evening while they were traveling separately they all had the same destination the Dasha swamijkat as the group left the mud Gates purohitji noticed that his great mentor dwarka shastri was unhesitant in sending videot to the riverbank to hunt for the Hunter much as he worried for the well-being of his great Branson he also had boundless faith in his bloodline he had seen videot rise and speak two evenings before dwarka shastri was an astute judge of men's abilities the demons would have to conjure up something extraordinary to be able to harm even a hair on vidyut's body upon purohitje's Express instructions the group took a very small detour to payo basins at the mighty sankat mochan Temple literally translating to the destroyer of distress or reliever of troubles this Temple was a stone's throw from the famed as sea god believed to have been established by the great Port Saint tulsidas just where he had a vision of the Lord this Temple belongs primarily to the powerful Hindu deity Hanuman an omnipotent form of God with his idol being a permanent companion of none other than Barack Obama the ex-president of the United States the sanctuary was hallowed territory of Hanuman the supremely powerful ape God reviewed stood in front of the bright orange and strangely disfigured statue of Lord Hanuman the courtyard of the Divine Temple was thrawning with devotees the famous bezenkala Duke sweet balls of gram flooring condensed sugar was the most popular offering to the Lord there were all trees glasses and sorts of people in this Melting Pot of human beings there were the middle class Housewives walking amongst those who were stricken with abject poverty there were flashy young girls stepping out from luxury cars rubbing shoulders with handicaps and the destitute there were the non-againarians Walking In step with the Millennials there was no one rich and no one poor in this Temple compound there was none too beautiful and none too ugly here Sun cut mochan was a great leveler everyone here was a beggar a Seeker on one end was the Twisted yet endearing sculpture of Hanuman himself and on the other was a deeply magnetic Shrine of Lord Rama the greatest god of the billion plus Hindus of this planet reduce stood Bewitched in front of the Statue of Hanuman something drew him to the great deity the blanket of hundreds thousands of people around him started to feed an inexplicable streak of energy into video he stood in front of Hanuman motionless but every devotee seemed to be adding to his inner light it was surreal with youth stood embracing the energy for several minutes before he fell down on his knees in complete submission to Hanuman the Lord was speaking to vidyut or saw the last devta felt would was now present in front of the Darbar Court of Lord Rama or so the Hindus called the set of statues of Rama himself his beloved wife Sita his devoted Brothers laxman Bharat and shatragna and Hanuman at his feet for people uninitiated into the unconditional love of Lord Rama Beside Me Not mean much but for a billion worshipers of Rama he was the very essence of creation the symbol of goodness Love and Hope the dude touched his forehead on the steps of Lord Rama's Darbar he didn't ask for anything he never did he knew the Lord was watching over him every moment of his existence all he muttered under his breath was help me Rama bless me with the Valiants and propriety that you taught the world when you vanquished the demon ravan videot opened his eyes as he stood up only to notice a very old Temple priest dressed in Saffron robes staring at him in amazement would you turn to the priest and folded his hands as a sign of respect the priest raised his right hand to bless with Newton said just one word [Music] the plan was simple we dude would break away from the group a few hundred meters before the ghats he would walk around on the Riverside smoke speak on the mobile phone and wait for Romy all this time his combat team would keep a close watch each one of them maintaining a distance of barely a few seconds from him if Romy was watching he would come for video did not really want Sonu Nena Bala balvanta and his fighters to accompany him at all he did not want any one of them to come In Harm's Way and was prepared to take on Romy alone but the suggestion from him had been shot down immediately by his fellowship and they were now here in the battlefield with their devta as he stood on the massive stairs of the Dasha swamija ghat watching the crowd building up with your dialed bala's mobile number Balor was only 20 feet away but understood that video wanted to speak from a distance yeah video answered Bala just a quick one Balor said we dealt I know this will sound absurd but keep an eye on Nena will you Bala was stumped for a moment what Nana you gotta be kidding me man just do as I say Balor requested video before disconnecting the call the number of people on the ghat was increasing steadily in lights were coming on all around there were tiny shops lining the top of the ghat selling flowers gallons of Marigold Lambs sweet meats and incense a whole battery of young and old priests was busy preparing for the Ganga aarti the Beloved River ganga was now reflecting the lights from the ghats like a gleaming Black Mirror Mesmerizing the visitors on both land as well as those who were enjoying the boat ride before the Arty and would participate in it from the boats itself the place looked like a noisy and colorful Carnival and there amidst hundreds of people moving up and down the stairs of the ghat video saw that handsome childish face Romy stood smiling at videot from a distance harappa 1700 BCE Manu shown that was right the intoxicated soldiers of harappa were indeed free of fear and pain even those among them who had been shot with arrows multiple times were fighting on like Delirious ghosts one thing was clear to both Manu and some that these demons were not going to retreat Manu will have to kill them to the last man but how they were too many the battle raged on with the smaller unit inflicting far greater casualties on the enemy it was now no holds bad spectacle of brutality swords staring into throats daggers ripping up faces eyes were being gouged out in Hearts being torn open soon the perpetually black and purple clouds burst violently and the midnight encounter was now swept by heavy Wind and Rain fighting in the heart of the Mayhem Manu suddenly saw somedat at a distance surrounded by 15 or 20 enemy soldiers he could not let anything happen to his father's last real friend Manu bounded across the camp towards saundat slashing and decapitating and even who came in the way he yelled out a Fierce Battle Cry as he pounced upon the soldiers surrounding somedat in a matter of moments he had drawn all the soldiers towards him and was moving his sword at the speed of light blood spread like fountains as Manu massacred the deranged villains like a lion slaughtering the herd of sheep enough keema deafening snull runga stood glaring at Manu fight someone your own size o son of the devta challenged ranga loudly for everyone to hear he held a massive spear with ominous spikes at both the ends he was twirling this heavy weapon around his shoulders in Swift expert moves at over seven arms in height and Broad as the one-hond Rhino from The Far East ranga looked like a bloodthirsty monster I was waiting for you you malevolent Commander replied Manu defiantly I heard you struck the mighty vivism pujari from behind at the courtroom like a coward today is your judgment day ranga by now ranga and Manu had come closer walking cautiously towards each other and preparing for what both knew was going to be a Herculean battle to the death all fighting had stopped in combatants from both sides post to watch the Titanic clash between the cruel monster ranga and the young ascetic Manu the evil commander and chief henchman of priyamguda had picked the double-spiked spear as his weapon of choice Manu on the other hand held two heavy short swords which he swung like they were made of straw the two warriors were now moving in a circle waiting to pounce upon the other at the first opportunity the lightning and the lashing rain continued relentlessly ranga made the first move he moved to one side to mislead Manu and suddenly left back to the other attacking Manu viciously with his powerful spear the young lad twisted his full torsor at a dazzling speed and avoided the spear completely in the same flow of movement he slashed Rangers waist just below his armor the commander yelped in pain within moments of the duel Manu had stamped his superiority over the oversized Beast he was now going to make him pay for his sins Manu could not get the picture of his dear and Noble father being assaulted brutally by this man out of his mind and he was going to make him suffer ranga charged again this time swelling his lethal spear in gigantic circles Manu ran towards the rushing monster and a moment before contact he slid down into the slushy Mart gliding past ranga and hacking a deep cut on the Commander's thigh this scoundrel shrieked in pain as he crashed to his knees ranga was convinced in his black heart that he had underestimated the young Warrior priest it was now meanest turn under the Clapping Thunder and punishing rain he lunged forward with the Swagger of unmatched Supremacy and swung both his swords across at Rangers chest tearing it open the giant Commander was now completely overpowered blood oozed out of his chest like it were a leaky bucket Manu was now prancing around ranga like a happy eagle flies above its prey before launching into the final dive he wished his mother and father could see the sight he wished they could see how easily he had vanquished the sunworthy for after a few moments of waiting Manu decided to deliver the killing blow he leapt forward and struck the red headgear off Rangers head he grabbed the hair of the Colossal fiend and pulled his head backwards Manu stared around at everyone watching this gory exhibition he wanted to make sure everyone was seen he hailed from a family that detested violence and embraced love but this was not the time ranga had sinned against the last devta on planet Earth and Manu was not going to forgive him just as Manu was about to Slit the throat of the Beast ranga raised both his hands and begged for forgiveness Raindrops Were spluttering on the wounded Commander's face although ranga could barely keep his eyes open Manu could make out they were begging him for mercy Mercy whimpered the once Brazen ranga he was shivering with fear Mercy o Mighty Manu pujari he repeated Manu was in no mood to relent he was thirsting to punish the man who dared to strike his father with pujari and who conspired to send him to the dungeons of the Dead he decided to ignore the pleas of mercy and was about to dig his blade into Rangers jugular have mercy o son of the devta vivaswan pujari Do Not malign your good father's name by executing an unarmed man begged the treacherous role the sound of his father's name held Manu back would his father have killed an unarmed and defeated man no matter what his sin was [Music] the chief engineer was himself a man of high values and righteousness he nodded at Manu this impeccable morality was the Harappan way of life before everything was poisoned by The Vicious lust of one ambitious woman love compassion and forgiveness with the bedrocks of the Harappan people Manu LED goal of the commanders here he stretched himself straight through his head back and let the pouring rain wash his face even though he could see that the hallucinating Harappan soldiers were still growling with hate and madness he dropped his swords on the red ground expecting the maniacal Troopers to appreciate this magnanimity Manu started to walk towards somnet he wanted to take his mother and get out of this graveyard of fresh carcasses he was very close to some that and could see his father's friend smiling with admiration for his act of kindness and generosity however as he came just a few short steps away from somedat he saw the engineers expression change to one of petrified shock in this briefest of moments some that could only raise his finger and stare at Manu but the devta's son was no ordinary warrior in a split moment he could see that zone that was not staring at him he was staring at someone behind him Manu did a full split and dropped starkly to less than half his height but it was too late ranga had slashed his back deeply with the thick machete Manu convulsed with pain he struggled back to his feet before the giant attacker could strike again ranga was now charging in with renewed Madness Manu stepped on one side in an expert move to dodge the madman's assault in one seamless flow of trained kalari poetu routine he landed his fist in a claw formation into the gut of priyamvada's bulldog Mina's fingers were equipped with lethal Tiger Claw hooks which would one day be inherited by one of his ableist descendants within moments he disemboweled ranga tearing out his heart along with his intestines this duel was not between equals the Delirious soldiers of harappa were now in disarray without their crew leader while there seemed to be no letting up in their bloodthirst and aggression they certainly were retreating slowly the handful of Fighters with Manu and some that broke into a chair Manu had displayed every quality expected from a warrior under hermit valiant's skill fearlessness composure but most of all compassion the rejoicing was transient just when Manu summed it and their Fellowship thought the worst was over they heard the long and haunting Blair of harappanami's battle horns from a distance they could hear a massive Battalion approaching the campsite the reinforcements for ranga and his crew had arrived they exchanged exasperated glances how could the remaining 25 of them take on a thousand Riders of the Harappan cavalry even before Manu could think what their response should be heard Tara scream out his name Tara was one among his magnificent nine and unlike her brave and balanced self she was shrieking with Dread Manu looked at her and his blood froze Tara was near the cluster of rocks where sanjana had taken Refuge In the Heat of the violent battle Manu had forgotten about his promise Banaras 2017 rise of the devta just as he was about to go after Romy would you heard a blood-curdling scream it was a Battle Cry on the now completely packed ghat videos and soon swinging massive swords and charging into the crowd they had clearly spotted something in two minds whether to chase Romeo to rush to their help would you turn to see that Romy was gone as would you dashed towards the direction in which he had seen his companions running he saw what had spurred his team into action the menacing group of men dressed in black combat outfits was heading directly towards widget in an instant that devta knew it was the same unit that the guptachar Cena had cautioned them about men were clearly not ordinary Street Fighters they were muscular trained and disciplined and were moving in a Commando formation in the flicker of a glimpse that video caught of them he could see they were ex-military veterans from perhaps Iran Russia he couldn't say for sure but he was certain of one thing they had grossly underestimated the four it was only Now video could see what they really were mercenaries video suddenly felt worried for Sonu while billwanta was an accomplished Warrior these mercenaries were Beyond sonu's League with you taught his way through the crowd towards the Men in Black he had to reach them before Sonu or an even from the mud got hurt he was relieved to see Balor also pounding towards the battle scene if there was an even beside himself who could match the skill of these trained Fighters it was Balor and balvanta and from what he had seen back at the Mart perhaps Nana in the background the gangaati had been commenced drowning the noise of the Clash of blades and Knuckles that had begun both sides knew that gunshots would attract immediate and needless attention and were relying on sods machetes and military-grade knives at least for now the loud chanting of mantras by scores of priests combined with the devotional striking of symbols and blowing of Conchas was now rendering a deafening and haunting then tens of thousands of devotees throng the Dasha shwameth ghat their eyes shut in their hands folded in devotion hundreds of massive Lambs swung in the hands of the priests and through mystical Reflections on the holy River's water it appeared as if the entire ghat the sacred River the thousands of pilgrims and the mantras of the priests were all working in harmony to quell the power of evil this night they were 15 even as he covered ground towards the fight would you counted the number of adversaries Sonu had succeeded in slashing one of the mercenaries around his rib cage in balvanta had inflicted a deep cut on another by now Nena was engaging two of the attackers at once fighting Like a Warrior Princess whose side was she on widget was now running at lightning speed even through the crowd and launched himself into the heart of the fight leaping at the throats of two of The Mercenaries he noticed the two of the maths Fighters were badly wounded by the Commando knives of their attackers and Sonu had been struck hard on his face with a pistol butt tearing his lower lip Valor had also reached the fight Zone Bala take our Fighters and Sonu away from here instructed with dude as he was slowly surrounded by 12 of the 15 Mercenaries we will fight by your side without protested bulwanta fiercely he was like a Raging Bull ready to take on an entire Army belvanta was not going to leave with it alone these men in black were among the most skilled Fighters he had ever confronted and they were too many of them would you did not stand a chance do as I say commanded with dude he suddenly carried the authority of the matadhish in his voice he was not requesting them as the sign of the shastri bloodline he was passing a dictat Balor took Sonu and the two wounded Fighters aside balvantar and Nena stood next to their injured companions ready to witness the encounter between vidyut in 12 deadly adversaries the odds were by far not in video's favor surrounded on all sides by The Mercenaries videos concentration was so intense that it looked as if he were meditating with his eyes open the 12x Commandos had pulled out lethal military knives and short machetes with youth was unarmed the 12 Men In Black showed no excitement or rashness they were moving with the cold Precision of trained soldiers one of them closed in on videot with his machete with youth swung at stunning speed and landed a crashing kick on the attacker's Joe the hit was so powerful that the mercenary collapsed in an instant letting out a short agonizing grunt for a moment the remaining adversaries stood shell-shocked they had never seen a teammate from their Elite Squad be overpowered so swiftly and comprehensively two more of them attacked with dude this time in a coordinated move attempting to catch their prey from two sides at one time in an expert counter-attack maneuver would you blocked the attacking arm of one of the strikers Twisted it in a Flash and with the Swift Blow from his elbow broke his arm into two the other attacker had been met with the ramming kick into his diaphragm sucking out the last whiff of breath from his lungs three of the black units members now lay on the ground riding in pain less than half a minute had passed since the fight began despite being Veterans of several brutal Wars in face-to-face conflicts the black mercenaries had never come across a fighter-like widute his team watched the proceedings with their jaws dropped in a matter of seconds videot had summarily crushed three of the 12 dangerous enemies balvanta was delighted to see this one-sided assault Nina's heart was beating faster than an Express train she was both worried as well as deeply attracted Sonu was nearly jumping with excitement the maths Fighters were overrun pilgrims and worshipers had now started gathering around a commotion building up vidyut knew he did not want any police or paramilitary around he had to finish this quickly as he glided into a typical low stance of advanced kalari pair too would you tied his long brown hair into a short ponytail behind his neck he went very low on his left knee his right leg straightened out to his side and then he pounced on the black Squad like a panther Landing fatal kicks and crushing blows at devastating speed balvanta and Nena immediately noticed that while with youth's initial stance was a traditional kalari Payette to posture he was attacking with a unique combat form combining Japanese Jujitsu with Israeli Krav Maga the martial art videot was deploying was unheard of Unthinkable he was fighting with a masterful technique that could not be beaten apart from a shallow dagger slash across his chest vidut had suffered no injuries and no blows it had been me him for the black Squad as vidut inspected the squirming and moaning mercenaries littered around him like dolls thrown about in a little girl's play area one of the attackers got up and pulled out a Beretta 92 FS pistol before he could pull the trigger billwanta rammed into his rib cage like a bulldozer the fight was over in less than three minutes the supremacy of the devta was palpable he nodded at the warrior Chief to acknowledge the timely help with dude caught his breath and slowly undid his hair he ran his fingers through them as he looked up at the sky and mumbled a short prayer he then gestured to Ballard to call an ambulance for the Fallen Mercenaries Only videot Could Have a Heart large enough to care for even his darkest enemy the night wind was blowing hard from the river and the chanting of mantras and striking of symbols had reached their zenith as members of the dev raksha samat witnessed this extraordinary man this astonishing warrior in this fabulous leader standing ptolemist Fallen Force they were mesmerized by his sheer presence as they saw reduce chiseled face glowing even in The Eclectic lighting of the Dasha shwameth bhat his hair blowing in the sacred wind against the moonlit Sky they all had only one thought etched on their minds with it was beyond doubt the severe they had been waiting for over centuries he was the last devta balvanta ran towards widut and nearly lifted him up in his arms with Glee vidyut laughed and winced at the same time blood now oozing out from his chest wound onto his checked shirt Sonu was clapping away from where he lay injured his lip wound still bleeding profusely Nana ran up to wedoot and hugged him tightly she did not get any response we dude looked away towards balvanta it did not matter Nena was relieved that videot was okay we must stay alert balvanta dada and get out of this place as fast as we can let's move towards the lower guard away from these wounded mercenaries said we're due to balvanta Romy is still out there and that coward will not attack from the front yes agreed balvanta yes we should let's also send Sonu and the other wounded Fighters back to the mutt that's a good even before video could complete his sentence they heard a shrill scream they turned to see Nana leaning over Sonu who was gurgling in his own blood in the chaos of the crowd an expert killer had slit his throat in just a sentiment a long gash but a gash that was sure to kill the man slowly and painfully balwanter and vidyut ran towards the struggling Sonu they were horrified to see the strapping young boy in extreme suffering gasping for breath how were they going to face purohitji Nena was sobbing heavily her eyes filled with horror enough was enough vidyut could not hold himself back anymore he grabbed Nina's hair and pulled them violently the devta had never hurt a woman in his life but then he had never encountered a murderous witch like Nena his great-grandfather had warned him about a dark betrayal he was sure Nena had betrayed him she had betrayed the whole mat why did you do this Nana his Twitter completely unlike his dignified self what are you doing would you protested Nana have you gone mad Sonu is like my brother balvanta was alarmed at what video it was doing no video nana will never betray us she is one of us o Mighty devta he said as he held with youth's wrist gently tugging it in order to set Nana free you don't know anything balvanta Dada she hates Damini she wants to harm us if she was not working for our enemies why would she carry a satellite phone in the middle of the night she is the one who has been informing the enemy about our movements replied with youth his face sweating with anger and Hate by now Nana had stopped struggling she was just holding vidyut's hand to try and loosen his grip and ease the pain of her hair being pulled she stared at videot with helpless eyes in an irreparably Broken Heart don't be silly with dilute it was I who gave her the Iridium 955 phone that is the only way we stay connected with the Guardians of the black Temple yelled balvanta balvanta's words hit home vidyut suddenly felt a biting Pang of guilt as he let go of Nina's beautiful brown hair she did not move something was lost forever we dude realized he had made a big mistake I'm so sorry Nena he began but he was interrupted by a deafening Bang almost instantly videoed felt a tearing sensation in his left shoulder he turned around to find the smoking barrel of a Weebly Scott revolver a few feet away his most trusted friend Bala had shot with youth from Point Blank Range harappa 1700 BCE the sign of the devta Manu stiffened as he saw what Tara was trying to draw his attention to his mouth opened struggling with asphyxiation and cold sweat broke all over him he forgot all about the pain he was enduring because of the sword wound across his back this was the day he had dreaded most ever since he was born sanjana lay in front of him her chest pierced deeply with the copper Arrow despite her robes and her skin drenched fully in blood she looked calm and peaceful devta vivaswin pujari's wife was half the force behind his divinity her shivering fingers were gesturing to Manu her eyes were crying but full of love even now she had a soft smile on her face ma shouted Manu as he crashed into the sludgy ground and grabbed hold of his dying mother Ma I'm sorry I'm sorry Ma I'm sorry sobbed Manu clutching his mother like his Embrace would hold back her soul from departing sanjana rest her son's cheek with her nearly limp hand my time has come my son but I leave this life with the satisfaction of being the wife of this planet's greatest man and the mother of this world's noblest son history will never forget me she coughed blood even as she completed this sentence no ma we will leave this place soon and get you to an ayurved acharya you will be fine Ma you cannot leave me ma by now the wounded and bleeding Manu was crying profusely how will I face father ma what will I tell him I cannot live without you Ma Manu was devastated most Sons love their mothers deeply but Manu believed his love for sanjana was boundless his mother was his very existence his mother was his God remember this my son you are the bloodline of the last devta on Earth you have been sent for a larger purpose fulfill it no matter what find your destiny sanjana's world was going dark as she uttered her last words tell your father tell my Weaver swin that I will meet him on the other side she slumped into her son's arms the light of meanest World went dark forever you must leave now Manu shouted Tara she and two of The Magnificent nine were Sheltering Manu and sanjana from The Barrage of arrows that were again showering on the campsite using three massive Shields but it was clear now they were going to be overrun by the inebriated garrisons of harappa in no time Manu was refusing to move he was sitting like a statue of stone with his departed mother's head in his lap Tara could not wait any longer she knew that the only hope of keeping the devtas bloodline alive lay in Venus escape from this nightmare she ducked under the Shields and grabbed hold of Manu wake up o son of the devta today is not when you die Manu turned to her slowly he was in deep shock he had promised her he would come back for her his mother must have waited he had promised her Manu was never going to forgive himself in fact he was okay if they just beheaded him tonight this world was not worth living without his mother Tara tried to shake Manu into his senses just as she bent forward anaro made its way through the Shields and tore into Tara's shoulder she cried with bean and fell on the ground next to Manu the site of Tara falling and writhing in pain was just what was needed to pull the grieving Sun back from his trance run Manu Escape while you can insisted Tara as she tried to get up and draw her sword you are the devtas only son Manu your survival is critical for all of mankind before Manu could respond soon that came running to this makeshift shelter he was panting with exhaustion and panic you must leave now Manu he ordered the devta son like his own we will not be able to hold them much longer Manu was not going to leave his friends behind on this Battleground that was almost certain to be their graveyard he lovingly shifted his mother and placed her gently on the soil with tears rolling down his eyes incessantly he bent down to kiss her cheek he then slowly stood up and picked up his sword I will not leave you all here Uncle he said we will fight and die together but what about your father Manu will you just let him rot in that ghastly prison and quiet someda tangrally and don't you see if you perish here tonight these monsters will not even give your mother her last rights you owe it to her Manu you owe it to your parents Manu was unsure of what to do but his duty towards his living father and his departed mother was above all else the Harappan soldiers were now fighting through the remaining of somnath's men being slowed down only by the hail of arrows being Unleashed by meanest Fighters but it was not going to be enough within minutes on that Manu Tara and the rest of their comrades would be confronted by an ocean of brutal Harappan troops leave now Manu take your mother with you head east and look for the black Temple you will find help there said some that is he repelled a dagger attack by a manic Harappan Soldier Tara ready the horse for Manu even as two of his comrades lifted sanjana's body with gentleness and reverence Manu looked around at his devoted fellowship and said his last words before mounting the horse I will come back for you my beloved ones and this time I will not break a promise but before I leave may I give you one last commandment is your friend and as the mighty devta's son the fellowship nodded in unison what would that command be ovaliant Manu asked somedat Manu raised himself to hold back his tears he then shouted like a military commander addressing his platoon in a horse voice heavy with emotion I order each one of you to get out of this fight alive tonight I order each one of you to survive this fight is broke into tears brittled their teeth and nodded again they then darted off to their respective positions menus words had given them renewed resolve to live through this trial by the sword as Manu mounted the horse and lovingly laid sanjana's body on his lap some that gave parting instructions if there is any place across the known world that can protect you it is one of the black temples Manu if we survive this night in tomorrow's rescue raid we will meet here at the mountain of the saptarishia Fortnight from now hopefully with the devta by our side yes uncle and thank you for everything said Manu before spurring his horse towards the opposite direction as the enemy but nothing that night was favoring the noble family of the devta Venus horse had not even broken into a Gallop when one of the hysterical Harappan commanders spotted him there goes the son of vivisvan pujari he yelled pointing towards manuhi barked orders to his troops archers take him down Tara and the rest of their Fighters charged towards the battery of Harappan arches they had to stop them from releasing their arrows but the archers were far away even as Tara charged upon them like an angry serpent she was late the massive Wally of arrows had been shot and three of them had found their Mark the last view that the wounded Tara and sumdid got was of Manu riding into the Rainy Mist the dead body of his beloved mother in his lap three arrows were pierced through his back and neck and the machete wound bled profusely Tara's eyes welled up no man could survive such fatal wounds some that shut his eyes in grief as he bit farewell to the sign of the last devta this is the end of vivisvan pujari's bloodline never again will the devta walk on planet Earth whispered so that to himself he was wrong Banaras 2017 the t-a-n-t-r-ic funeral before he could squeeze the trigger for the second time Nena pounced on Balor and threw him off balance the gleaming Webley Scott revolver fell from bala's hand it was now a duel between the man who had betrayed the devta and the woman who had loved him all her life and this time the duel would not be stopped it was going to be to the end balvanta held with youth in his arms shocked at the turn of events the devta was bleeding copiously the bullet lodged deep into his shoulder the warrior chief of the devraxasamat now had to save both Sonu as well as the great Branson of dwarka shastri he had to rescue the last devtar at any cost he had to get them to a hospital as fast as he could he was not worried about Nena he had trained her he knew it was the end of Balor the man who thought he could get away with betraying the devta himself was in intense pain almost dizzy with the loss of blood more than his physical suffering it was the shock of being shorted by the one person he had always trusted that was killing him he now understood clearly this very afternoon his great-grandfather had warned with you about the presence of a black spirit how could it be nana nana lived within the mutt since the day she was born if she were the traitor the great dwarka shastri would have known it years ago why did he sense the Black Spirit only now that black Spirit was balas the evil that the great maktadish had felt had arrived at the much residing deep in the malicious heart of balakrishnan Romy was not the only Soldier sent by the order I must take you in Sonu to govardhan immediately videot said balvanta as he and the fighters of the mud lifted Sonu would you gestured at him to tie up his wound no video protested belvanta you have to see a doctor you have a bullet in you for God's sake Bala pulled out a knuckle blade that was hidden in the left sock under his corduroy pants he placed it between the index and middle fingers of his right fist every Blow from this hand would now be a severe stab Nana did not flinch and was the first to attack she started circling Balor in a swift Jog and pounced on him Landing a powerful punch on his lower jaw Valor slashed back wildly with the lethal blade in his fist but missed Nana completely by this time Nena had crashed an elbow into bala's spine sending him crashing to the ground it was a bad beginning for him but the veteran fighter was not going down so easily Valor spun around on his hands and in a lightning fast move ripped into Nina's right leg just above her knee it was a deep cut from the knuckle knife and it had wounded the gorgeous and deadly Nina's favorite attack limb Valor then rammed into Nina's gut with his powerful head and sent her flying back before she fell hard on the concrete surface of the ghat just when Bala felt he was going to go for the kill Nena raised both her legs in the air and sprung back up like a gymnast in the same floor She smashed a punch right below his throat it was a deadly strike Balor could not breath and grabbed his throat in pain in the same instant Nana swung a lethal uppercut on bala's chin which made his head dropped backwards and he crashed on his knees it was all over but the Warrior Princess of the dev raksha samat was not done she was Furious like a wounded digress Nena moved to one side and flung her bleeding leg around bala's throat in a death lock she was going to break his neck enough Nana shouted with youth Nana did not listen her grip was tightening around bala's neck and his eyes appeared ready to pop out of his squeezed skull we dude rushed towards Nana and pulled her by the arm no Nana we are not murderers besides once I am done with Romy I want to ask my trusted friend some questions said with youth looking at the traitor who was once his greatest Ally Nana loosened her grip slightly take him to the mat balvanta Dada instructed with youth Nana unlocked her leg and kicked Balor on the shoulder making him slump to the ground widget went down on one knee and looked at bala's battered face he shook his head with disbelief and asked the question that was eating him from within why Bala asked vidyut we were like brothers why because All is fair in Love and War video replied Balor his mouth sputtering blood but his eyes gleaming with hate you have no idea the war has only just begun the New World Order is here oh devta and even you cannot stop it was now alone on the ghat where the crowd was gradually thinning reporters and investigators had reached the spot where the black Squad lays struggling although videot and his Fellowship had Slipped Away From The Scene by this time the police and City ambulances had carried away the wounded and video it was relieved to hear that Sonu was stable the devta had insisted that everyone from the mutt leaves for the safety of the monastery Valor was taken for questioning it was important to keep him in the maths custody for now he was the only link they had to whoever was unleashing such ominous attacks against them both open and covered the full-blooded frontal assault of the mercenaries was menacing as it was and yet it was no match for the undercover treachery of Balor it showed how deep the enemy had infiltrated with youth's work home and life he was deeply scarred with the ghastly betrayal and didn't know whom to trust here on since when was Balor working against him was he a carefully crafted implant by those he was calling the order were they watching and tracking him for years and if they were why didn't they try to kill him sooner it was clear to with you that just like dwarka shastri had warned him there was a very powerful force at play against them even in the state of mental blur and deep Agony with your size were dating around scanning every corner of the Dasha swamij ghat as far as he could see he knew Romy would be watching and video it was not going to leave the guard tonight without crushing the Assassin once and for all their eyes met it was as if the Hunter and the hunted were both looking for each other only now the roles were unclear who was the predator and who was the prey Romy was watching the proceedings from the far corner of an old Temple standing coolly with his hands in his jeans pocket only this time he was not smiling his childish eyes were Ablaze with fear and rage would you ran towards the lonelier section of the ghat where Romy had stood behind the cover of an old Temple pillar once again the Assassin had vanished would you ran around all four corners of the temple but could not see Romy anywhere this section of the ghat was comparatively darker than where the gangati took place the ganga was now just about 20 feet away at a distance the funeral pies of the manika Nika ghat flickered continuously constant reminders of the transience of human life several groups of tantrics and agorus a darker Cult of tantrics known for their questionable practices like corpse worship cannibalism and even necrophilia Sat by the Riverside beginning their occult rituals their low but haunting chants and intonations filled the air with the Fearsome Mystique would you decided to search the entire area he knew Romy had eyes on him and he did not expect much honor and bravery from the Assassin who believed in Striking from behind the devtas wounds were weakening him with every passing second as he ran from one old Temple to another on the cart parallel to the holy River he had now left the dash ashwamid ghat behind and was nearing an old fortress wall very close to the flowing ganga blowing orange Under the dim sodium vapor lights Illuminating it hello we dude said a smart voice from behind a dark end of the fort wall we dude took a second or two to figure where the voice had come from it was Romy all right just as vidyut spotted the silhouette of the Killer and advanced towards him too dull thuds and bright flashes greeted him with the Poise of an expert Marksman Romy had fired at videot with a Walther PPK handgun the noise of the shots suppressed by a silencercospected 22 attached to the muzzle to romy's horror the devta launched forward nevertheless thanks to vidyut's Swift movement one of the bullets had missed him but the other found its Mark and hit video straight in the gut this was his second bullet shot for the night apart from the dagger gash on his chest so many Grievous wounds and such uncontrolled blood loss could turn fatal even for a devta who was now struggling to keep going before Romy could fire another shot with dude had smashed head-on into the skillful yet weak assassin without explosives detonators mercenaries infiltrators and silenced pistols Romy was nothing more than a scrawny and pathetic scoundrel reduce struck his face with a punch so hard that it inflicted a deep cut across romy's cheekbone sending his innocent spectacles flying into the dark night the devta then crashed his powerful fist into the Assassin's upper belly making him speak blood within moments this was a one-sided punishment and video it was not showing any Mercy wait yelled Romy wait please video please he pleaded with dude was worried he could pass out any moment the last bullet fired by Romy had torn into his abdomen and blood was oozing out generously the devta stopped for a moment to hear what the Crooked assassin had to say how will killing me help oh great devta blurted out Romi his hands folded in a plea for mercy I can tell you everything you want to know my dude was listening his right hand grabbing Romy by the collar in an iron grip I am very weak videot I have hemophilia my my blood doesn't plot please don't hit me beg draw me vidyut could not believe his ears this hardened and ruthless murderer was shivering and begging like a wet puppy romy's face was smeared with his own blood and he was even coughing blood every now and then videos Onslaught had been too much for the fragile expert would you loosened his grip he was feeling giddy himself and wanted to reach govardhan as soon as possible without immediate Medical Aid the devta knew he wouldn't last long thank you thank you videot muttered Romy who was now sobbing like a child who had just been thrashed by his father after failing an exam he was a pathetic site video almost felt pity for the scoundrel just as widowed was taking a breather giving time to Romiti Raku the master assassin moved with the speed of a wild cat before the exhausted and wounded video could react Romy had pulled out a gleaming surgical scalpel from nowhere and glided it at the speed of a bullet towards video's throat but this time his adversary was not the Burly man in the train or the young solo this time it was the devta vidyut responded with lightning speed and blocked the attack the scalpel's edge now only a hairline away from his throat the expression on romy's face had changed he was scowling and his features contorted in a manner as if he were evil personified this was his real face video Twisted romy's wrist sharply that made him drop the scalpel and twist his torso in pain this once for Sonu whispered with utas he clenched his teeth and tightened his grip in one swift Blow from his open hand video trammed into romy's badly Twisted arm and dislocated his shoulder romy's hand dropped limp as he fell on the stairs of the ghat yelping in pain holding him by his collar vidyut was now dragging the crumbled Romy back towards the Dasha swamijkat much as he wanted to end the life of this ruthless and unscrupulous killer he decided otherwise there always had to be a difference between the good side and the bad always that is what held the world together what what are you going to do with me oh great devta astromy in a broken struggling voice did not answer do you know why the mashera Bianca wants to kill you would you offered the Assassin because you have no right to disrupt what has been lying dominant for 1500 years we dude kept walking pulling Romy along he did not answer but was listening keenly do you even know why you are here in Banaras after three decades why they didn't kill you years ago it is because 11 days from now an ancient prophecy will come true O devta A constellation and juxtaposition of planets in the night sky awaited since 1700 BCE you have been kept alive for a reason without and you don't even know it said Romy as he tried to laugh he spat more blood and mourned in agony I saw you fight today you truly are the demigod they believe you to be but even you cannot fight them o Mighty devta their power and reaches beyond your imagination the order will change the world you cannot stop them continued Romy nearly Delirious with pain we dude had to stop the excruciating Agony from his wounds was now unbearable he took out his mobile phone and dialed balvanta's number the warrior Chief was relieved to hear with youth's voice without requested Bell wanted to pick them up from the pure where the aghori tantric sat for their night rituals it was just a few steps away and video it was going to wait there along with his prisoner they are coming for you with youth they are coming for the black Temple whispered Romy vidyut started dragging the killer towards the heart of the tantrix he suddenly felt Romy breaking into wild convulsions his body was twisting violently and he dropped to the ground riding in agony would you turned him over to notice thick yellow foam coming out from romy's mouth his eyes were rolled up completely that was the end of Romy the capsule of potassium cyanide that he had bitten into at the Tantra ghat sucked out his Evil Soul this was the Assassin's funeral with youth sat on the God's steps with Rumi's Twisted body lying a few yards away two agoris had taken great interest in it balvanta had called again reassuring with you that they were reaching him in a couple of minutes and were equipped with immediate Medical Aid for him the night was now darker than before with lights of the ghats bajdas houseboats shops and boats much fewer a fragrant Breeze Laden with the scents of Marigold and ritual incense whiffed across vidyut's face and hair the ganga was flowing in its loving and sacred path kissing and touching the ancient Hearts gently on its way tonight the ganga aarti had indeed blessed the devta in his quest against evil reduce dead into the night in the ganga with the breeze soothing his nerves he had no idea what the new world order was and what their ominous designs were neither did he know who was the smash era Bianca that Romy was referring to what was the mystery of the black Temple his instinct told him that a long and hard battle awaited him in the coming days but there was one thing the devta was show off no matter how potent and treacherous the forces of evil may be they can never defeat the power of love the supremacy of goodness Kashi was after all Lord shiva's own City harappa 1700 BCE the great bloodbath the 10 gigantic prison guards called wivaswin pujari on the rough ground of the great bath of harappa ready to drag him all the way to harappa's dreaded Amrit caravas or dungeons of the Dead the birth of harappa was in Tradition with the town planning of the time despite the fact that Mohenjo-daro was also a powerful Province and with supreme wada's home before she wedded Pandit Chandra the great bath of harappa was by far the biggest Community bathing and assembly facility across all of ayogata it was over 20 times the size of the great bath at Mohenjo-daro just that today the beautiful and wicked priyamvada had turned this public bathing in assembly pool into a torture Arena and all of harappa was invited the last devta was by now drenched in thick layers of sweat Blood and Tears he had never imagined such brutality vivaswin begged incessantly pleaded even folded his hands at the common as he passed he could do anything to save his beloved sanjana and Manu the thick wooden Bean crushed him under its weight even as he was whipped to pull its back-breaking bulk along as he was pulled brutally by nearly a dozen thick chains and ropes these shackles strangulated him from head to toe like the Embrace of a hundred pythons yet no one responded with a swin pujari was not just alone in his suffering he was a spectacle of sadistic entertainment for the Harappan people after hours of torture public stoning spitting and cheering vivism pujari could now sense the hopelessness of his situation gradually one kick after another and one stone too many his mental state changed rapidly from disbelief to desperation to that of pleading and finally to one of demonic hatred vivaswan stopped begging his hands slowly unclenched themselves and plastic thorny ropes instead he started digging his wounded heels into the ground and began exerting counter pressure against the ten enormous gods that were gafong as they dragged him like a dead animal Rivers when pujari was now pulling them all back into him and they were losing ground their strappy sandals scrubbing against the dry soil suddenly the entire circus came to a silent standstill the devta was finally resisting the ten guards were dazed at the sheer strength of this man they had so easily written off a couple of hours ago in pujari was pulling at the ropes and chains with the power of 20 horses the gods doubled their effort and called in reinforcements some of the new entrants added hands to the ropes while the others attacked with a swin's knees with clubs and staffs to no real effect by now the lacerated and breathless vivism pujari head up the ante he was now harnessing the power of a hundred horses he could not be stopped finally a God's baton Came Crashing Down on his head from behind splitting his already bleeding scalp Like a Knife with a swin pujari fell with a painful gasp they then pounced on him like hyenas and began showering him with hits from multiple batons and clubs chandradhar could not hold himself back anymore he knew he had participated in perhaps the worst sin ever committed under the sun he knew the gods would never forgive him for this horrendous crime any which way he was not going to let it go on without looking at priyamvada chindradha ran out of the council Pavilion and sprinted towards his oldest friend and dearest brother-in-law he dived to cover the devta with his own body unmindful of the scores of blows That Came Crashing Down the manic soldiers took notice and immediately held back as they saw the first king of harappa lying under their mindless assault vivaswin pujari appeared lifeless Chandra could not hold back his tears he held his friend's bleeding head in his lap in Kuda to only three sobbing words into the Apparently dying devtar's ears forgive me with a swim from under his robes Chandra took out a small Leather Pouch filled with spiced vinegar he unnotted it and pressed it on the devtas lips drink this with a swin whisper chandradhar this is the only help I can provide on this first day my friend drink this vinegar and it will all be over my men are carrying cart loads of ayurveda callow and murder resuscitate you a cave in the estate adjacent to this arena is ready to see you rise again pujari suddenly opened his eyes like a man possessed he could not speak clearly as his cracked teeth had filled his mouth with bone blood and mud but his eyes filled with tears and pain Shone like those of a vindictive serpent go now Pandit chandradhar I give you the opportunity to Bid Farewell to your loved ones and to this entire Ghost Town if there was an even in all of ayawada who knew the real power of vivisvan pujari it was Chandra he had never seen that manic look in vivisvan's eyes and he now knew that apocalypse was near for the people of harappa all he could muster the courage to save was don't do it with punish me punish priyamvada but spare the rest vivaswin pujari did not pay attention to chandradhas plea he tried to get up and was greeted with more blows on his face and neck he could hear his own collarbone cracking and then one of the prison guards tore into his rib cage with the spear s when pujari screamed in agony but forbade the blood from his body to spill any further all that emerged was the Weeping Water of the Saraswati thick and colorless the pain was excruciating River swim got up nevertheless the time had come Chandra shouted and ordered to the guards to stop their brutality then there was a pin drop silence the devta lifted himself in a labeled struggle the soil around him reddened with his dripping blood even before he could stand up fully his body started shaking to the disbelief of the maddened audience vivisvan pujari began laughing maniacally he stood up and looked around the entire great bath complex pausing the moment as his eyes met priyam wadas with the heavy wooden Beam still strapped to his shoulders and his arms outstretched in a prophesizing gesture he screamed out an agonizing pronouncement hear me one and all hear me you city of Sinners I vivaswan pujari the Surya will come back with devastating Vengeance you ungrateful Bastille people of harappa I devoted my entire life in the service of this metropolis and today you stoned me like a rotten animal vivisan now broke into loud and uncontrolled sobs he could not believe this was happening to him even as he said these last words a sharp Rock came flying and smashed into his left eye which started using thick deep red blood profusely [Music] yelled again weeping continuously in extreme pain and almost passed out only the thought of sanjana and Manu was keeping him alive even after such ghastly punishment and it was only the devta who could hold on to life even after his body was broken in every way possible the 10 000 people in the crowd shared in gleeful Unison something thus far unfamiliar and alien to the righteous harappans was showing itself this Blood Red morning the individually calm and Pious citizens were now displaying uncharacteristic Mass Hysteria the animal the jealousy the rakshasa in each one of them was rearing its ugly head as they collectively witnessed and enjoyed harappa's tallest man writhing and struggling in and human suffering as the chains dragged the devtas body like a wretched animal against the dirt of the great bath compound vivaswin pujari gathered the last dance of his strength and let out a final frightening warning for all to hear remember my words you cruel harappans my revenge will be as ruthless and as brutal as your Collective consciences today no loving mother among you comes forth to save me no son raises his arms in my defense no kind brother comes to my rescue not even a child sheds a tear so be it so be it every son every mother every child of harappa will suffer in the same manner as my Pious wife and my beloved Son do today you all will be mercilessly destroyed you undeserving Children of the Saraswati use counter flock of the saptarishi Rivers when pujari now Rose against the weight of the wooden block against all the whips and chains that bound him from head to toe his eye was still losing a repulsive mix of blood and flesh his torso was all but skinned he wept with powerful jerks of his bleeding chest and he was soiled in a slurry of dark mud and of his own sweat and blood he raised both his arms against the pool of hay ten prison guards and his biceps appeared ready to burst his chest muscles stretched like iron cables as he beckoned every drop of physical and spiritual strength from within him the man once known for his glowing and god-like appearance looked ghastilier than the Devil Himself he looked up to the sky and sent out his last blood-curdling words to the masses of harappa listen you who are already dead listen you Congregation of corpses listen you fools I am half human half God this is not the end of the story wait for the next part pralai is coming soon in next part till then keep listening like share and subscribe my channel [Music]