Part 2 in Devansha Series
The time has started ticking for the Mantri sisters. They have finally retrieved Vijaya and secured their place in Gurukul.
But will everything stay normal for Mantri Sisters after Adya's challenge to Asura raj Virat? Will...
Music for the Chapter: Run For Your Life by Tiffany Young
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Sharp beak-like nose, built like a stealth machine, golden feathers, snakes as his armlets and a snake hanging from his shoulders, gold jewellery decorating his chest, arms, waist, and feet. A gold yagyopaveeta along with the one made of thread. A tall crown on his head and his dhoti coming right above his knees. The gold waistbelt's hangings came till his mid-thighs. A snake worn as a waist belt.
That is how Garuda looked. His feathers looked like they were made of gold and so sharp that they could probably behead a human with a simple flick of it. Currently, they were curled down in a resting position. The way birds position their feathers when they are sitting on a tree.
Next to Garuda stood him.
Baba's eyes fell on me and he did not look relaxed. Rather tensed. He turned around and I realized why they called him 'chitt-chor'. The scent of tulsi, sandalwood and flowers came from far away.
A tall crown on his head bejewelled with precious gemstones and intricate designs on it. His earrings covered his the curve of his outer ear. His eyes resembled the shape of lotus petals like an artist had tried to draw lotus petals. They were decorated with kohl. His nose was like it was created from a perfect half of a Champa flower. Sharp and perfect length. His lips carved in an enchanting smile. That smile was the reason why people call him Hari, saare dukhon ko harne wala, Hari. His face was in perfect symmetry and cut in perfect angles. The curly hair was black as night. I could damn swear on my soul that if he took off his crown, his curly hair would definitely kill a girl in her youth with how beautifully it would fall over his face.
His neck held a beautiful necklace studded with gemstones. His shoulder jewellery was perfectly made to show his broad shoulders. The vanamala around his neck and shoulder. The birthmark on his chest in a specific shape. Srivatsa. His hands were decorated with alta and rings.
Perfectly shaped waist which held a girdle. Yellow silk dhoti. His feet were red and anklets over them. Here, he appeared with two hands instead of four. The lotus flower in one hand.
Even the cupid would run away crying in shame at the beauty of Manmohana.
"Oh, hello." Mama said with a smile. I just stood in shock. I could begin to understand why people say that once they have seen Hari Hara, their eyes stop finding beauty in other things.
"I was sort of expect a hug. After all, after fathers, girls love their uncles the most." He said. He reminded me instantly of Adi. I hugged him.
I swear. I promise I'm not joking, I have never felt more at peace. Perhaps only baba's hugs could match the peace his hugs had. He was almost as soft as lotus petals. If you touch him, he would strike you as the one who has fought countless battles against asuras and won every single time. His smile reached his eyes. There was a feeling of safety in his arms. Like he'd protect me from everything. The scent was so homely.
