Part 1 in Devansh Series
The Mantri sisters have been thrown into a familiar yet unfamiliar world of devas, asuras, devansh, and age-old enmity. When faced with a choice, they have to follow into a mission to the lands of the enemy. Will they prove...
Music for the Chapter: Ready for It by Taylor Swift
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The running had come to a halt when we came across a silhouette sitting at the end of the alley we just entered. He was sitting on a chair. His one ankle over his other knee. A staff resting on his lap. The rakshasas were right behind us so there was no escape. When we reached closed, we could see him clearly.
Jodhpuri pants, a white shirt, and a nehru jacket. I swear. I have never seen a man look more classy. His features were so sharp. Perfectly carved like a greek stature brought alive.
This was Shukracharya? The infamous the Guru of the asuras, daityas and danavas?
He wore an eye patch. This man did not look a day older than 40. Salt and pepper beard. His hair came till his shoulders. The way he stood, he commanded power around him. His wrist had rudraksha japa mala. A wedding ring on his ring finger. His eyes quickly scanning us both. He's not just another person we deal with while getting through the mission. His fashion, even for someone with his reputation, is impeccable.
Okay. He definitely inherited the infamous Bhargava beauty. Everyone in the Gurukul would praise this Bhargava beauty. Prerna has once commented, "Everyone born in this line is meant to look like they rule the modelling world. Look at Guru Parshurama. Man!!! He's unrivalled in beauty even with his unamused look towards me and sighing at Adya"
If Omkara hadn't reacted with a fight, it was futile to fight right now.
"Pranam, Shukracharya." Omkara greeted him. The man didn't stand up. He turned to look at me. His eyes softened a bit.
"Sonakshi Gaurisuta." He stood up and walked up to me. One of the rakshasas swung the sword. It would have cut through my neck but blood spilled over me. I opened my eyes to see that Shukracharya held the sword before it touched me. His blood spilled over me. It flowed down the sword.
I looked at him, a bit surprised. Why did he save me?
"Did I ever give you the order to kill them?" He questioned the rakshasa. His tone was dangerous.
"Guru Shukracharya, we just thought that it is what you would want." The rakshasa commented.
"Let me decide what I want."
At 6'4, he towered me. His brownish-gold eyes reminded me of a wolf, powerful, clever and an apex predator. He gave the air of a man who meant business. He didn't mess around. He stared into my eyes and I looked back at him. It was like he was reading into my soul. I steeled myself to his vision. I would not look like a little harmless girl. His skin was wheatish. A tattoo of Venus symbol on his arm. Then a tattoo of the planet Venus and the Earth. His hair was perfectly straight. His wisdom pouring out in his pride.
