The Ragnarok

Chapter 2 - Sambhala

 Both of them reached the lake. The curious Gaudra had already asked Kalki every possible outcome that could make him astounded, but every card that he flicked was in vain as the beauty that was going to be laid before him was far greater than his prime imagination. "So what is it, where is it?" "I can't see it, or are my eyes blinded by the emitting rays of its beauty?" He was unable to hold his curiosity and was rapidly questioning about its presence, as what great beauty it would be that Gaudra, heir of Agastya Dynasty, had not seen in his till lifetime.

Kalki putting his right hand on Gaudra's shoulder, relaxing him and saying, " My friend, there it is." pointing his finger towards the far-stretching end of the lake. The sun rising from the deep gallows of darkness sprinkling its first few rays on the piece of ice, standing still in the lake not moving an inch. The ice was not in its usual color but rather a mixture of many colors when seen by the view of curious Gaudra. The sun's rays striking the surface of the ice, not hot enough to melt it, reflected on the leeward side of the hill adjacent to the lake. Slowly, slowly as the sun was rising the portrait was completing. Her payal shining more than a diamond could when even polished for a century, her wrinkled salwar covering her snow-white fair skin, which cannot be touched by any forceful means but by the hands which can touch Lavender, only an inch could be seen from the space left between her heel and ankle but was enough to tell that what lies beneath is the creation of Brahma by his most consideration.

Her narrow and supple waist would make serpents question themselves, saying they possess the most pliable waist in all creatures, the water drop on her waist would go against gravity just to stay and feel the warmth of her. The wind blowing her shawl, so that it could feel the softness that even the flowers don't possess.

That one ray of sunlight danced on the wetness. Thanks to the wind that blew onto her face for she just constricted her lips into a beautiful O. Her lips kissed the air and it obliged by pushing aside her hair from her face. The painter had used the red color on his brush in two smooth strokes, tapering at the start and the end. When she smiled, not letting her lips open could make the fierce Yamantaka, the conqueror of death, melt and calm him.

The pearl-like shine in her eyes could make her distinguish even in the darkest. The thin stroke of kajal was all the makeup that she used, the deadly combination was making deer shy as they say she possesses the most beautiful eyes. Many would consider her to be the avatar of Goddess Laxmi, as such beauty cannot be born or carved.

Fascinated Gaudra was unable to speak or even utter a single word after seeing such a spectacular portrait. "So what's your opinion?" "Thi...Thi....Th...This is just too dazzling to be true." said the stuttering Gaudra. Anxious Gaudra asked Kalki, "So where did you meet her, what's her name, when will you go to ask for a marriage proposal?" "Hold your horses, Gaudra." said the blushing Kalki. " It's not what you think, I have only seen her once. And don't even know where to find her." "So what, we will find her," said Gudra cheering Kalki. "But do you think she will accept my proposal, if she says no what will I do, tell me, Gaudra." Though Kalki was the man every woman would want to marry, he himself had never thought about himself that way. "A woman saying no to you! that can never happen unless Shiva himself be the competitor." "Not worry my friend she'll be all yours." Thanks for the support, my friend."

An eagle screeching loud in the sky saw both of them and turned his course towards them. The screeching sound took the attention of Kalki and Gaudra, and it was out of shock that he was one of the royal eagles kept by the Agastya Dynasty. Gaudra put out his hand for the eagle's landing to be done. Petting his head, a note was tied to his left leg. Gaudra took the note and sent the eagle flying. Gaudra started reading the note, "Come to the palace as fast as possible, it seems the storm has started brewing."

Both of them rushed to the capital of the Agastya Dynasty, Sambhala.