And in the end of Kali Yuga, all that you thought was fiction, would come true right in front of your eyes.

Author's POV

Rajeshwari was heartbroken to listen to her husband's death. The post partum bleeding was worsening it, but the moment her little lives cried in her arms, she started handling them with love.

A few days passed, but there was something unique about her elder son that she could notice. The glow on his face was something unreal, and his feet had prominent symbols engraved upon it.

But the weird part was that he couldn't speak anything, even after four years of his birth, he couldn't produce a sound. Rajeshwari accepted her fate that her son was dumb, and started the handling the newly born twin sons of hers.

At this point, she forgot the miraculous activities that took place while his birth, and assumed it to be a coincidence. The notion that he was special, gradually began fading away from her mind.

Veerendra, on the other hand, was trying his best to locate the place where he could find little Rajvardhan, but he was unsuccessful in doing so. He wanted to capture Qila Rai Pithora - the vintage palace of Maharaj Adhiraj Prithviraj Chauhan, but as a heritage site, it belonged to the government now.

Even after trying so much, Veerendra couldn't make money. Upon searching about his lineage, he discovered that many descendants of Maharaj Prithviraj Chauhan are already dead, or scattered around the globe randomly, with no chance of getting found accurately.

Veerendra wanted to seek their help, so that he could establish the reign again, but he couldn't find any of them. He wanted to build a nation where only upper caste Hindus could survive, but he didn't know how to begin the movement.

The city of Sambhala, on the other hand, was turning more beautiful and aesthetic day by day. The priests used to perform rituals with unduly respect and love towards their deity. Among one such priest, Guru Shastra Ram was also there. He was a devoted Shiv Bhakt.

One pleasant day, his gaze fell on little Rajvardhan, and he quickly approached him. Rajvardhan, getting uncomfortable with a strange presence, hid behind his mother's back.

"Hey! Child."

Shastra Ram called him out, but he didn't lift up his gaze.

"Pranam Gurudev! He is my eldest son, but he cannot speak, and he gets worried when someone approaches him."

Rajeshwari replied to the priest in a soft tone, and held his son's bicep harshly to push him out and asked him to pay greetings to the priest, that he wasn't doing. Perhaps he had a phobia of seeing new people.

"That's eerie. Child, come to me."

The priest spoke again, leaning a little to let Rajvardhan see him, but the little boy averted his gaze away from him.

"Raj...see Gurudev is calling you."

Rajeshwari scolded him in a growling voice, but he repeatedly nodded his head and took a few steps backwards.

"I'm so sorry for his behaviour Gurudev. I'll see you soon."

Rajeshwari managed to mutter, and dragged him harshly to her home. His tiny twin sons were playing with each other, when she pushed Rajvardhan close to them, making him fall badly on the ground.

"Are you mad, Raj? You can't speak. You don't want interact with new people. You don't greet the Brahmins. What are you good at?"

Thick beads of tears accumulated in his lotus eyes. He was fair skinned, with a dusky Indian touch, beautiful lotus shaped eyes, full lips and a straight long nose.

His features were too good to be penned down in words by anyone.

"Enough of it, Raj. I'm leaving you."

Saying so, Rajeshwari grabbed both of her twin sons, and started moving away from him, carrying them in her arms. The little ones began wailing, gazing at Rajvardhan.

A little Rajvardhan ran behind his mother, his penguin steps faltered but he kept following her until she was standing close to a trench. She glanced at him for a last time, and hanged her one leg in it.

Rajvardhan's eyes felt like coming out of the sockets. His mother was the only aid he had, and he never wanted to lose her. He gathered all his strength, and shrieked.

"MAAAAAAA!"

A strong thunderbolt hit the skies as his roaring voice ripped apart the clouds. The weather suddenly turned dark, urging Rajeshwari to turn around and run to him.

"Shiv! Shiv! Shiv! What did you do?"

She asked him, immediately crouching on the floor. Rajvardhan held one of his brothers from his mother's arms, and began patting his back like an ideal elder brother.

Rajeshwari was shocked to see a five year old handling a one year old so properly. The twin boys could walk now, with support and a few independent steps too so the one on Rajvardhan's arm descended to walk on his own.

"I can speak, Ma. But my voice invites destruction. My presence invites destruction. My existence is for destruction, that's why I preferred staying away from everyone, but I can't lose you Ma. You are my Goddess - the only entity I wish to worship."

Rajvardhan mumbled, his voice heavier than expected. He was lovingly gazing at his mother with his honey coloured eyes.

"My son! But why is your presence inviting destruction?"

Rajeshwari asked, cupping his cheeks lovingly. The twin boys were sitting beside each other now, discussing something in their secret language, while Shastra Ram arrived at that place.

"I wish to take your child with me!"

He implored Rajeshwari with joined hands. His gestures astonished Rajeshwari severely. She was getting scared of the priest now.

"Why?" She asked, her voice dripping vexation.

"To train him as my shishya."

(Shishya = Student)

He replied in a deep voice, and Rajvardhan glanced at him. Unexpectedly this time he smiled mischievously at Shastra Ram.

"A shishya? He just learnt how to speak, and you want to train him? In what?"

Rajeshwari blurted out, being utterly confused about why her son was being chosen by a renowned Guru instead of some better option.

"Warfare, politics, diplomacy..."

Shastra Ram replied, and Rajvardhan quickly bowed down to touch his feet, his eyes brimmed with tears, as if he had recognised something about his Guru.

"My son....he is just five...he is a...baby!"

Rajeshwari quavered, holding Rajvardhan close to her body. Rajvardhan, like a little baby, was hugging his mother cutely.

"He isn't, Devi! He has to fight a great war. Not some random war to win a nation, but a war that would build a new civilization. He must learn the arts that aren't known to the people yet."

Shastra Ram replied, gawking at the honey brown orbs of Rajvardhan.

"But why only my son?"

Rajeshwari asked, frustration dripping down her voice. Just a second ago, her son uttered her name for the first time, and it's already time to bid adieu to him.

"Because he is meant to be...he is the chosen one!"

Shastra Ram elucidated her, the twin sons in her arms began wailing, and she glanced at them with a sad smile on her face.

"And what about my motherhood? What if I don't want to sacrifice my eldest son?"

She asked angrily, sniffling in between as she knew she couldn't win over a priest so strong as Shastra Ram.

"This cannot happen, Devi! You must aid destiny's plan."

He explained to her in a calm voice, and she finally agreed, embracing his eldest son for the one last time.

"Call me 'Ma' again before you leave."

She implored Rajvardhan, who kissed her cheek lovingly.

"Ma! I'll come back soon, probably as a warrior."

Rajvardhan promised his mother, before putting his head on her feet, and kissing them before he straightened up. Rajeshwari's cheeks were drenched in tears by now, and she caressed his head with trembling hands.

"And a King! The King whose arrival is awaited by all the devotees..... especially Her!"

Shastra Ram declared, and as he uttered the word 'Her', the winds began blowing wildly, shaking the trees, producing a scary sound.

With a mischievous smile on his face, Rajvardhan left the beautiful place named Sambhala, and began walking behind his Guru.

After covering some miles, Shastra Ram asked him to get mounted on a chariot, which would take them out of this magical place. There were seven white horses in that chariot, but surprisingly it reduced to two when they crossed the magical realm, and came into the normal world.

"Remember one thing son! You will grow like a normal man in this world, but your actual self isn't that. It's what you would see in Sambhala, and once you reach that place after growing up, you will attain that physical self permanently, and people will recognise you after that only."

Shastra Ram informed a five-year-old Rajvardhan, who was standing on the chariot, holding its edge, and breathing in the polluted air of this world.

"Who am I to get recognised?"

He asked his guru, who chuckled at his question, since he knew that He loves to play games.

"Don't play with me, son. And if you actually want to play...I'm in!"

Shastra Ram answered, and cleared his throat before speaking.

"So I'll arrange a meet of you to yourself."

He informed Rajvardhan, who gawked at him with mysteriously deep eyes. They were supposed to travel to Mahendra Giri (mountain ranges in Odisha), but Shastra Ram wanted Rajvardhan to spend his first five years of training in Varanasi.

They halted near Kashi Vishwanath temple, on the edge of Manikarnika Ghat.

"You must overcome your fears first, my child!"

Shastra Ram instructed Rajvardhan, who was breathing heavily gazing at the burning bodies, the fire touched the skies, and the wood was producing a crackling sound as it burnt.

"Am I brought here to learn Aghora tantra Shastra?"

Rajvardhan asked his Guru, who grinned at his question.

"Yes! Now come down."

He spoke, and picked Rajvardhan up in his arms, to bring him down of the chariot. The waves of Ganga turned enthusiastic as Rajvardhan's feet touched the ground.

A mischievous smile bedecked his face again, as he walked to the river, slowly descending the steps and his feet ultimately touched the river, calming down Her intense waves.

The boats that had began dancing wildly, became stable again, and He went down into the river until his head was inside it completely. After a while, he brought out his head, and joined his palms to pay salutations to the holy river.

"Guide me mother, like you have always done. For now, I'm your son."

Saying so, and after chanting the mantra, he came out to the Ghat. Under the instructions of Shastra Ram, his head was shaved, leaving a piece of hair near his crown chakra - shikha!

His teachings began on Manikarnika Ghat, where a few Aghoras also contributed in educating him. The first lesson he learnt was about the cycle of death and birth, and how the soul is liberated from this cycle.

As a few months passed, he got engrossed in his learnings, and the tantra vidya was revealed before him. Gradually, he started evolving as a shishya.

He used to spend hours meditating upon Mahadev. He was paying offerings to Kashi Vishwanath Shivling almost everyday. As he was growing, he kept turning leaner, and duskier. No one would notice him much, as he preferred staying beneath the shawl, hiding his face.

One such day, while returning to his tent, a woman, her face covered inside a saffron shawl, stood before him.

"Who are you, devi?"

He asked her, and she gradually uncovered her face of the shawl, revealing her partially burnt face to him.

"Isha!"

She muttered, and Rajvardhan felt something striking inside him.

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