this story is based on the Indian lore legends of the Chiranjeevi's ( immortals) Follow Gauri a normal girl from a brahmin family as she finds herself entangled in Indian ancient myths so much that she finds herself going to Naga Lok (hell) then Swa...
Note- Hello everyone! This story is based on the story of a 9th immortal, in Hindu mythology, we talk about 8 immortals, who live through the four eras of humankind and I have thought of to write and create one more the 9th immortal. the legends will be explained in the story through fully in the story, there are full five chapters in here on Wattpad, if you want to read more there is a link on my announcement page. where you can read the whole story for free and every chapter has a link on the comment section. After five chapters they are all sneak peeks. I hope you will like this. Please comment and vote, your support means the world to me.
Universe hides many mysteries in its depth. Some are not even sure to call it universe or multiverse. God knows how the universe might look like from its peak or we will be lost in the maze of stars and galaxies forever. But we had heard stories, there are legends, myths, and folklore. Myths and folklore, maybe they are not entirely true. They might have changed with time but the ultimate truth is, reality does not change with thinking of people. People thinking change with the realization of reality. It is just a matter of fact and just a matter of time.
The legends say it resides in the direction of Capricornus constellation, the half seal half-goat made of stars pointed its horn in black space of the multiverse. The center of that place was emerging with so much light, all the stars, galaxy, and red, blue, green clouds surrounding. The reflection of light makes everything look like water, waves of the light make it look like the waves of the ocean, an ocean of milk wrapped around the darkness and that darkness wrapped around another darkness. Waves collide with the infinite darkness not making it disappear but illuminating it further. In the middle of all of them, an image fade into existence and its arrival was an interruption of vibration in the music of creation that was playing in the silence. This place was Vaikunth also known as ocean of milk or ocean of bliss. The abode of Lord Vishnu.
"Narayan! Narayan!"
The voice chants, the voice coming from a man that now had taken a complete form he was Dev Rishi Narad, the sage of the gods.
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Bracelet of Tulsi seeds around his wrist, forearms, and grainland of the same around his neck, there was another grainland around his neck made of pink and white flowers, he was dressed in orange color cloths, apart cloth was draped around his right shoulder covering his upper body and the other end of the cloths was wrap around his left arm and he was wearing the same cloth down to his waist. Part of hair was tied to the crown and the hairs left to reach his shoulder. His right hand held a wooden instrument with two wooden flaps, those flaps were open in such ways that were ready to clap, a wood clapper. His left shoulder was hinged with Veena, a multi-string instrument with a long neck and thin neck and wide bottom with hollow space, between his eyebrows on his forehead a 'U' shape was drawn from sandalwood paste, looking from afar he was a sage with Veena and wood clapper in his hands. The sage of the gods was not only a sage but also he might be the first journalist ever in this multiverse.
