Chapter 8: Arrival of the Great Ones

Chapter 8: Arrival of the Great Ones

Inside the grand palace of Mahishmati, the cries of the newborn prince echoed through the chambers. The cosmic lion roar had sent ripples across Bharatvarsh, awakening sages, kings, and divine beings alike. The entire kingdom was now in celebration, unaware of the magnitude of the event that had just transpired.

Meanwhile, Maharaj Suresh Pratap held his son in his strong arms, his sharp eyes filled with astonishment. The moment he had waited for had finally arrived. Yet, he couldn't shake the feeling that his son's birth signified something beyond human understanding.

'My son… what kind of destiny do you hold?' he pondered as he gently rocked the infant.

Bela, now resting, smiled at her husband. "Naath, his cries were no ordinary cries… Did you feel the power?"

Suresh Pratap nodded. "Indeed, Priye. Even the heavens seemed to tremble for a moment."

Just as they were about to discuss further, a royal guard entered hastily and bowed. "Maharaj, great figures from across Bharatvarsh are arriving at the palace. They claim they have been drawn here by divine will!"

The king's expression turned serious. "Who are these guests?"

"Maharaj, the first to arrive is none other than Bhagwan Parshuram!" The guard's voice held a trace of disbelief.

The entire court gasped.

Bhagwan Parshuram, the immortal warrior sage, the disciple of Lord Mahadev, the slayer of Kshatriya clans twenty-one times… was coming to their kingdom?

Bela's eyes widened. "Naath… Could this truly be because of our son?"

Before they could respond, a powerful aura descended upon the palace. A tall, muscular figure, clad in a simple dhoti yet exuding unmatched majesty, entered with a divine axe hanging on his back. His long white beard and fierce eyes commanded instant respect.

Bhagwan Parshuram had arrived.

All present, including Maharaj Suresh Pratap, stood up and bowed deeply.

Mahamahim Vijay Bowed "Pranam Gurudev"

"Ayushmaan Bhawa" Bhagwan Parshuram

"Bhagwan, it is an honor beyond words to welcome you to Mahishmati," the king said humbly.

Parshuram looked at the newborn in the queen's arms, his expression unreadable at first. Then, a smile broke out. "So, you are the one… the child born with Rudra's might."

He stepped closer, and with great reverence, he gently touched the baby's forehead.

'Such power… No doubt, he is blessed by Mahadev himself.'

As soon as his fingers made contact, a powerful wave of energy surged through the room. The very air seemed to hum with divine resonance.

Then, another voice interrupted. "I see I am not the only one drawn to this miracle."

Everyone turned as yet another powerful figure entered.

It was none other than Sage Durvasa!

His towering presence filled the chamber, his wild yet majestic aura unmistakable. He walked in with measured steps, his eyes scanning the child before him.

Parshuram chuckled. "Ah, Durvasa. You sensed it as well, didn't you?"

Durvasa did not respond immediately. Instead, he placed his hand over the infant's chest and closed his eyes.

A moment later, he opened them, his voice filled with reverence. "This child is no ordinary prince. His destiny… is tied to the very balance of Dharma in this world."

Maharaj Suresh Pratap clenched his fists, pride filling his heart. "My son…"

As if the divine gathering was not yet complete, yet another aura filled the palace. This time, it was calm yet profound, as if carrying the weight of wisdom itself.

Rishi Vashishtha had arrived, alongside Maharaj Bhaskar of Ayodhya.

Bhaskar rushed to his sister, his face filled with joy. "Bela! My dear sister, I came as soon as I heard."

Bela, tears forming in her eyes, smiled. "Bhaiya… Look, you have a nephew."

Vashishtha stepped forward and, without hesitation, placed his hand over the baby's head. He remained silent for a long moment before sighing deeply. "The threads of destiny have begun to shift. This era will soon change… and this child will be at its heart."

As if the heavens themselves were confirming these words, thunder rumbled faintly in the distance.

The sages nodded in approval, and the court erupted into cheers.

Far away, in places unknown, celestial beings watched in silence.

The birth of this Young one was not just an event.

It was the beginning of a legend.

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