|| TejasvīPulomajā ||

|| Shat- Thunders and Torrents ||

DanavaLoka

The entirety of DanavaLoka's piety and resplendence seemed to have stored itself in the woman who was now seated nearby the window, her dusky form emanating thundering radiance that seemed to have originated from herself, while her feet were placed on the couch, her fingers around a shimmering silver anklet.

As she wound her anklet around her ankle that produced soft jingles, her fingers went down to her lifted foot to the place where she had the symbol of a thundering lotus, and as she felt her soft fingers press against the symbol, she could feel her skin perk up in a different, unique but a familiar sensation of electricity running down her spine, and as the mark acquired a cooling sensation, she experienced an immediate spark arose in her body, and goosebumps erupted on her dark skin as the Thunder struck the sky at the very exact moment.

The Danava Princess continued adorning herself with various simple jewels and her lotus pair of eyes left her arm that she was embellishing with golden bangles when she perceived the louder noise of thunder's striking from outside of her window, and a smile bloomed up her ruby lips, and she ran out of her chamber as she jumped to her feet, as to experience the joy of once more, the joy that she experienced only when the sky let out its emotions, drenching the earth and herself in its waters of ebullience, shower her with the emotion that she felt deeply only under the seraphic vastness of the skies, the rain being her only confidant.

As her anklets chimed in phase with the waters' dripping, the environment transformed as if the very expansive sky heard to the chimes of her ankle bells and hearing to her plea, and the rain clouds thundered together as huge droplets of water cascaded down her, like the divine offering of Abhisheka from the god of the clouds to the their goddess, the canopy of thick, dark clouds soaking the surroundings in the brilliance of the rain.

Sachi, the daughter of Puloma, widened her arms as she opened her lotus-petal like, expansive, adoring, dark brown eyes that resembled the characteristics of the divine Durva, them resembling the mirror, reflecting the very affection that the sky tried to drench her with.

As the droplets of water touched the top of her head and cascaded into the dark mass of her hair that was now plaited into a braid, she felt as if her hair were being adorned with tender jasmines that she loved.

The drops trickled down her forehead, and she could feel her skin brighten up as if the thunder arose and struck her such, and her stretched arms felt as if they were made up of the lightning itself, made to contain the vastness of the he sky and the faultless lightning itself.

Her visage looked like a freshly bloomed lotus adorned with drops of dew nestled on its petals, shining like the light amidst the darkness of the sky.

As Sachi found herself thoroughly enjoying the rain and it's origin, she heard a commotion, with loud beats of drums and blows of trumpets in a particular tone that accompanied with only a single meaning, that of a discussion before a conflicting situation, and that filled her with a sudden sense of worry.

Not minding her drenched condition, she walked ahead, her eyes shining in determination masked by a sense of calmness, while droplets of uncertainty watered the corners of her large eyes.

Her gaze landed on the group of people, with a dressing of a grand fashion as if they sought someone's arrival, which was indicated by the plates of flowers and Aarti that two women held in their palms.

Her JyeshtaPita Viprachitti and his wife Simhika stood in the front, the latter having a wide smile that indicated no good and her face flowed with joy that translated only into a menace to Sachi, while her parents, Puloma and his his wife stood apart, a plate of flower petals in the second's hands.