🔱Mahayudh: War For Balance🔱

51. Karambh

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When they all woke up, Umika's spinning head only had one spinning thought in it- Narayan. She completely remembers, she had lost consciousness in Narayan's arms. Her head snapped at Mheem's direction when he began groaning Narayan's name and then began whimpering, before getting up with a jolt.

Khyati also woke up looking here and there anxiously, she was also trying to find somebody. And it was Narayan only. Mrityunjay was no where to be seen. Suddenly they heard laughter and their heads snapped in the direction.

A little far from them, Mrityunjay was sitting with on a rock with a beautiful man who was applying something on the cuts on Mrityunjay's hands.

Umika hardly remembers if she had ever listened to Mrityunjay laughing his heart out. All he has ever done is give her a smile of his that calms her every bit yet gives birth to strongest of storms in her heart. But the sound of him laughing..........it makes her feel like how Umika has always imagined Mahadev's Damroo would make her feel.

Umika would have concluded this in her mind that no other laughter can match Mrityunjay's......if only the other man wouldn't have been there.

The Man was so beautiful that Umika felt something warm erupt in her chest. Something similar to what she felt for Sanath, what she feels for people like Sanath and for all the animals she talks to. Was it Motherhood?

Yes. Yes it was. Umika was feeling so much Vatsalya towards the man that her chest could erupt anytime.

The man....as though reading her thoughts, turned towards Umika with his smile that made the feeling in her chest 100 times more stronger.

'Prabhu!' Mheem's desperate call snapped Umika out of her trance and she realized......she realized that eternal truth was standing in front of her.

The folds of his Pitambari dhoti rubbed against each other as he got up and with the most charming grin on his face, he said 'Mai yahin hoon, Putra!' (I am here only, Son!)

Mheem, with a jolt ran towards him and Narayan immediately engulfed him in his arms. Khyati, lost in the presence of supreme Lord, walked towards him and he placed a hand on Khyati's head while Mheem still being in his arms.

Khyati's eyes rolled back in her head and she closed them, Umika could clearly see salvation of her friends.

'Umika?' her name came out of his mouth in such a way like she was a child, hiding from her parents and they were trying to find her. It was almost how Maiya Yashoda must have always called him.

He was looking at Umika, not just like he was calling her........but like he was calling out to something from within her.

For Umika and all others, the rest of the day passed by, gushing over Narayan. 

They were showering so much affection and devotion over Narayan. And Narayan?.....Narayan on the other hand was behaving just like any other person. As if he isn't the Mahavishnu himself whose breath gives birth to and destroys universes every second. As if he isn't the Swami of all the creation that exists. As if he isn't the nurturing father, whose presence is the essence of life.

Right now, as Narayan was lying down in the cave with his head in Umika's lap, who had insisted hard to make this moment happen, he was just smiling with his eyes closed and a serene smile on his face.

Mheem, with all devotion massaged his feet. Khyati with her dupatta, fanned him and Mrityunjay just sat beside Umika, admiring both her and Narayan.

A sudden whirl of confusion burst in his heart. Why was he admiring Umika with the same intensity with which he admired Narayan? Was this a right thing to do? For a person like him who should be devoid of any worldly pleasures and be completely in devotion of his Aradhya......was it right to place Umika at the same pedestal as Narayan?

But then again....why not? 

Umika was not just any other woman. For him she was not just the most beautiful woman in the whole Universe. For him, she was not just the woman who was the epitome of perfection. A woman, who can make any man she decides to love, the wealthiest in the whole world.

She was Goddess for him......his Goddess.

Umika was not just a woman to love. She was an entity to be worshiped. And he has made it very clear to himself and her as well that loving her and being loved by her is not something he'll do. But nobody......nobody in all 14 realms and beyond them, can stop him from worshiping Umika.

Mrityunjay's trance got broken when he saw Narayan's smile fading slowly. With his eyes still closed, his serene smile left and his beautiful features got locked into a stone-hard expressions.

He sat up in a swift moment and looked at the entrance of the cave with the same expressions.

They were about to ask him what happened when a booming explosion down in the valley, made them rush outside by it's sound. 

The moment they came out, they could see the glimpse of the little destruction that has been done in the valley and the glimpse of what all would follow if not stopped.

Two sets of an army of Asuras, one on foot and the other in the sky, had started destroying valleys and the lives of those who lived there. 

People were running here and there, screaming for help that was impossible to get. Smoke was rising from the initial spots of explosion and they were enough to make anybody's blood go cold. 

Umika could not understand what was happening. Had her Father sent another attempt to get her back? 

But these Asuras did not seem to be under the Royal order. They did not have anything by which they could be identified as her Father's or her Brother's soldiers.

'Karambh!' Umika's head snapped at her right, to Mheem, who mumbled through his gritted teeth and she then followed his gaze.

Umika's eyes fell upon an Asur warrior, who stood out amongst all others due to his rampage he was causing and his menacing laughter when he did so.

'Karambh?' Everyone heard Umika say the name of her fiance whom she had abandoned with the gift of embarrassment on the day of their Waghdan.

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Vatsalya: Affection

Pitambari:  Yellow colored 

Maiya: Mother

Yashoda:  Foster Mother  of Lord Krishna