"If destiny prevents you from being born of my womb, then let us forge a different path. Forsake your divinity, your memories. Become a Daitya."
Driven to the brink by the ceaseless annihilation of her sons, Daitya-Mata Diti yearns for vengeance. Bu...
"I release you from my boon," Diti said, her words a sacrifice, a desperate attempt to prevent further bloodshed.
The truth, a revelation that had been buried deep within him, was finally surfacing. Ajashakti, closed his eyes, allowed the memories to wash over him. He was Srinav, the god of peace, not the ferocious king of Asuras.
As the truth dawned upon him, the shackles of his mortal existence began to loosen. His divine nature, dormant for so long, began to reassert itself. The power, the wisdom, the compassion – all the attributes of a god began to resurface.
Ajashakti, his eyes still closed, felt a surge of energy, a connection to the divine that he had long forgotten. His mortal form, a mere shell, began to dissolve, replaced by the radiant glow of his celestial being.
Srinav, his gaze filled with a celestial light, opened his eyes. His resplendent garments, adorned with celestial symbols, shimmered with an ethereal light. His fair skin, a canvas of perfection, radiated a divine glow. And his countenance, serene and peaceful, exuded an aura of divinity.
The Daityas, their eyes wide with disbelief, watched in awe as Srinav stood before them. His presence, a beacon of hope in the midst of the storm, filled her with a sense of calm.
"Srinav !" Anugamini, her heart filled with joy, ran towards him. Her eyes, filled with love and admiration, met his gaze. Srinav, his smile a reflection of her own happiness, held her in his embrace.
As their bodies touched, a surge of energy flowed between them, a connection that transcended the boundaries of time and space. Anugamini, her mortal facade melting away, transformed into her divine form. Amarsri, the goddess of balance.
Srinav, his eyes filled with a mixture of relief and gratitude, looked at Amarsri. Tenderly, he tucked her hair behind her ears, gazing at her with love. Holding her face gently, he placed a sweet kiss on her forehead, a gesture filled with warmth and affection.
"How are you ?" He asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.
Amarsri's eyes sparkled with happiness as she replied, "I am ecstatic, now."
Srinav chuckles softly at her response, his heart overflowing with love for her. He leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her cheeks, savoring the moment of reunion. Taking her hands in his, he raised them to his lips, leaving a gentle kiss on each one.
"Thank you," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "You didn't let me go down the path of evil."
Amarsri, her heart filled with love and admiration, smiled. "Now, let's return to our abode. Chaitanya Lok feels lifeless without you." she said.
Srinav shook his head, his expression a mixture of determination and sorrow. "I can't."
Amarsri, her eyes filled with concern, looked at him. "What do you mean ?" she asked, her voice filled with a sense of unease.
Srinav sighed, his heart heavy with the weight of his guilt. "I have caused suffering, I have committed certain sins. I must atone for them before I can return." he said, his voice filled with a sense of remorse.
"As Ajashakti, I looked at you with lust," he confessed, his eyes filled with shame. "I cannot return to you with such a sin upon my soul."
Amarsri's heart ached with a mixture of sorrow and understanding. She knew the weight of his guilt, the burden he carried. She reached out and touched his face. Her touch, a gentle caress, was a silent affirmation of her love, a promise that she would be with him, no matter what.
Srinav, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and resolve, looked at her. "Besides, Diti asked me to be her son for a year. Though she released me, there are still six months left before I may return to my divine duties," he said, his voice carrying a note of hope.
Amarsri, her eyes filled with a mixture of love and concern, listened intently. She knew the sacrifices he was willing to make, the lengths he would go to atone for his sins.
Srinav continued, his voice filled with a sense of purpose. "I will worship Shree and Shakti, seek their forgiveness. I will worship Hari and Hara, so they can deem me to be worthy of being with their daughter once again."
Amarsri chuckled, her eyes filled with a mixture of love and amusement. She reached out and cupped his face, her touch gentle and loving.
"I will wait for you," she said, her voice filled with a sense of peace
Srinav, his heart filled with a mixture of gratitude and love, smiled. "I know," he replied, his voice carrying a note of reassurance. "Hridayeswamini."
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I melt- A bittersweet ending, that is more sweet than bitter (✯ᴗ✯)
Chalo I hope you loved the story and your SriSri deficiency is cured. I personally am very happy with how the book turned out, I'd consider it easily to be my best written book, because every chapter had something interesting in it, and judging from the comments it's safe to say it kept you all hooked 😂🙏✨
My next book, HH17 will be published tomorrow (30-09-24). Till then take a look at the cover -
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And because I'm feeling generous let me give you a spoiler from the Harihareshwari series 🌝 . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Satyashree is 10 times hotter than Ajashakti 😉 . . . . . . . . . . . . . You're welcome 🌝✨
