✓ Narottam Arjun: Soul of the Sage

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'Fools,' thought Niyati as she chuckled, where one side Uloopi was finally accepting the thought of Nayantara as her husband's second wife, being happy at the thought of Satyaki and Roohi;

Finally, Arjun seemed to have come together with his mind to participate and win Nayantara's swayamvar, Niyati interrupted.

She kept Drauni far away from the words of Arjun, and merely laughed at the thought of what Arjun would do when he sees his brother participating the Swayamvar of his beloved.

"Oh sister, people say that you are agile like Devi Chanchala, but I think it's not agility but your arrogance that you think you can defy the words of Sri Hari." Buddhi, the wise being spoke.

Niyati chuckled, "Oh sister dearest, Sri Hari gave me his word that whatever I want will happen. And I will just enjoy making his favourite human bleed." She thought, quite sadistically.

"Only if he were a human," Buddhi smirked, "He is Narottam. The twin of Narayan, and one of the creators of the world. He can, and will break Niyati to pave his way."

Buddhi's words shook Niyati, she was, but a kid, only four Yugas old, and was certainly unaware of Narottam's human birth.

Perhaps she could change something and turn in his good books? But alas, the quill of Niyati had already written worst adversities in his life.

Niyati sighed, many wise men had told her that her fickle nature would trouble her one day, and today was that day.

She looked over some blank spots and took her quill, the best could do now was make up for it.

She dipped her heavy quill in the ink and started writing, 'Chakravatin Samart Arjun,.... " And she continued to write what history would imprint in itself with golden ink.

Krishna, who was standing near the window waiting for his best friend to come, had heard it all. The conversation of Niyati and Buddhi. He gave a dry chuckle, perhaps Niyati had written something, but even without her sadistic words,  Arjun would have gone through those difficulties, Niyati was a just medium to help Arjun reach his goal.

Suddenly his eyes bore pure joy as he saw chariots from Indraprasth arriving. Arjun was the moving ahead, looked like a lion, his dark complexion shone in sun, and his usually wavy hairs were tied in small pony behind, with a few loose strands dancing at the tunes of wind.

Unlike many Kings, Arjun's crown wasn't like a turban that covered his entire head, his was a head piece who's end were tucked behind his ears. The unique head piece was gifted by Devraj Indra who had been pleased with his valour.

He was wearing a white golden dhoti, with a matching Angavastra, adorned with very few ornaments, and according to Arjun they were more than necessary.

Right next to Arjun was the son of Dron, looking all majestic in a purple silk dhoti and a simple yet elegant golden chain hung around his neck.

His hairs were set lose, and that man did bother with tying them, he let them block his vision sometimes and allowed wind to play.

Brihatkshya, the crown prince of Ayodhya, and elder brother of Princess Nayantara stood at the gates, all set to welcome the King of Indraprasth. Behind him stood many guards, in the usual manner to welcome a royal dignitory.

Ashwatthama stepped down from his chariot and he was definitely not pleased; To welcome a King, a King must be there. But instead, a Prince was standing welcoming them. He knew that Arjun was a King, but had not yet reached the status in the eyes of other Kings of Aryavart.

Arjun however did not mind, he kind of expected such thing. Even though he was a friend of Brihatkshya, he knew that being a friend simply won't give him a pass. Graciously ignoring the fact, he maintained a small smile and accepted the welcome.

"Maharaj Arjun, Mahamahim Ashwatthama, I, Brihatkshya, the son of Brihadbala and Sumitra, welcome you to the city of SiyaRam, Ayodhya. At first, do accept my sincerest apologies, as Father couldn't be here. His health is not as good as it used to be.

Then if you would kindly follow me, we must first, take the blessings of Devi Sita, and then step on the grounds of Palace." Brihatkshya explained in short.

He then gestured them towards a statue of Devi Sita, the statue had been placed inside the Palace, but only those who were standing outside could it. The trick was, it was a cylindrical shaped alcove, with it's open towards the entrance. 

The idol of the Goddess was not only beautiful but also unique. The idol was of a young Sita, holding a Dhanush, which even the dumbest people would know.  The time when she first lifted the Dhanush.

The idol portrayed the anyone can achieve anything, even as a kid, if they have will and courage to do so. Along with it, it also showed Sita in one aspect that not payed much attention, even though it was one of the founding events of her life.

Arjun and Ashwatthama bowed down respectfully and prayed to the Goddess for Indraprasth's well being; Obviously unaware that same Goddess was actually in Indraprasth and running behind Satyaki and Kritvarma.

"Here in Ayodhya, we once casted Maiya out," Brihatkshya started referring the people of Ayodhya to Devi Sita as their mother, "It truly was the greatest of sins. But we also learnt a lesson. And it is something related to their divine idol." He completed. He did not end with question, but the incompleteness of sentence forcefully ended; both Arjun and Drauni understood, it was an unasked question.

"It shows that Maa Sita is not only RamPriya, but also Janki. People remember her the wife of Lord Ram, mother of Lava Kush, but many times forget where she came from, her roots." Ashwatthama replied to Brihatkshya's non-existent question. 

Brihatkshya merely smiled, yes it was one of the reasons.

"And it shows how capable she was, yet the humbleness. She was holding the most powerful Dhanush in her hand, yet her head was bowed before it. 
She was strong, ardent follower of Dharma" Arjun added to it. 

Paying attention to minute details of the idol, he wondered how skillful the sculptor was, to illustrate pure emotions in an idol.

"Remarkable," Brihatkshya said, to the both of them, who saw what most would not, or could not. "This idol was carved many years ago. It took four years, and two young men to make." The crown prince boasted, "It was made by her sons, Lava and Kush themselves, after her departure." he added slowly, enjoying the shocked expressions of the two.

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How are you all doing? and

Did you like the start? A different than usual style?

Also: I think it's similar like: I'm destiny and my readers are Buddhi *chuckles*

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