HARIHARESHWARI 16 - विशृंखलित राजवंशाः

CHAPTER 60

The moonlight gently bathes the magnificent palace of Ayodhya. The King's room was adorned with intricate designs and luxurious furnishings, reflecting the opulence of the kingdom. The walls of the bedroom held a magnificent tapestry depicting Shri Ram defeating Ravan hangs. The colors are vibrant, bringing to life the epic tale of righteousness triumphing over evil.

Below the tapestry, on his grand bed, Suryavanshi King Vishrutavaan sleeps peacefully. As he drifts into a deep slumber, his mind traverses the realms of dreams.

In his reverie, he finds himself standing in the heart of Ayodhya, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. He found himself standing in the central street surrounded by ancient buildings and intricately designed temples.

Vishrutavaan walked aimlessly, wandering through the streets for some reason. Suddenly he reached the center of the city where a magnificent statue made of pure gold, stood tall, towering like a mountain, depicting the legendary warrior princess Rameshwari, daughter of Shri Ram. She sat proudly atop a majestic horse, holding a bow in one hand and the flag of Koshal in the other.

The king is overwhelmed with reverence for this esteemed ancestor and finds himself instinctively joining his hands and bowing before her likeness. Just then, a thunderous neigh reverberated through the air, jolting him from his reverie. As he looked up, he was met with the sight of Rameshwari herself, the golden statue transforming into her living form.

Caught in a moment suspended between dream and reality, the king gazed upon the radiant goddess with a mixture of astonishment and humility, whose dark complexion aglow with an otherworldly light. Her kind eyes and noble features exuded a divine aura, captivating the king with her radiance that banished the night's darkness.

She gazed at him with a warm smile, raising her hand as he began to float in the air, ascending to her level. A mix of shock and awe filled his being. Filled with reverence, the king joined his hands in a gesture of respect.

Overwhelmed with emotion, Vishrutavaan whispered, "Devi Rajkumari ! Ramsuta Rameshwari ! Shat shat naman ! Koti koti pranaam ! Aapke sakshat darshan kar, aapke ashwa shri Vajra ke darshan kar mere janm janmaantar ke karm falit ho gaye ! Aapke tej ko dekh mai nishabd ho raha hu.... O Rajkumari, aapki sewa mai kaise karu ?"

Rameshwari's voice echoed like a soft melody, "Mai chaahti hu ki tum mere dwara rachit Surajya Samhita, Haiheya vansh ke Kumar, Dilip ko saup do."

"Surajya Samhita ?" Vishrutavaan became unsure, "Kintu woh toh aapki nishaani hai..."

Rameshwari smiled, "Ayodhya mei Ram naam ka gunjan hi meri nishaani hai. Dharm ka shaashan meri nishaani hai."

"Kintu aise kisi ko mai kaise dedu aapka granth ? Maine suna tha ki Dilip ne apna Rajpaath tyaag diya hai. Fir unhe aapka granth dena vyarth nahi ?" Vishrutavaan asked hesitantly.

Rameshwari replied, "Dilip ke bhavishya mei kya hai, woh tum nahi jaante. Woh mere Vidyashree avatar ke pita reh chuke hai. Aur nikat bhavishya mei mere avatar ke pita rahenge."

"Nikat bhavishya mei aap avatar le rahi hai ?" Vishrutavaan's eyes widened.

"Ha." Rameshwari nodded, "Ujjain ke Rajkumari ke roop mei mera prakatya hoga. Iss liye tum mere dwara rachit Surajya Samhita, Dilip ko nahi, apetu mujhe hi de rahe ho. Yadi aisa karte ho toh mere uss avatar ke darshan tumhe bhi praapt ho jaayenge."

Vishrutavaan nodded, his heart filled with determination, "Toh thik hai. Mai kal hi aapka granth le, Avanti prasthaan karunga."

Rameshwari smiled, and then a thunderous neigh from Vajra echoed through the air, causing Vishrutavaan to shut his eyes.

When he opened them, he was back in his room, the sun beginning to rise outside. With a jolt, Vishrutavaan awoke from his dream, his heart pounding in his chest. He looked around the familiar room, the remnants of the dream still vivid in his mind.

Rising to his feet, Vishrutavaan hurried to the balcony overlooking the city square. And there, standing tall and majestic, was the grand statue of Rameshwari. The same gold statue he had seen in his dream, now bathed in the soft glow of the rising sun. He understood that the task she had bestowed upon him was significant and sacred, and must be undertaken.

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Rameshwari darshan for y'all 😂