Chapter 87: Chapter 85: Reason Behind The Library... Apsaras Lokh...

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Many Sages were little uncomfortable with the idea of sharing their knowledge forcefully.

Many sacred traditions were preserved personally by gurus and passed only to chosen disciples after decades of trust and discipline.

To many scholars, forcing knowledge away from its keeper would itself be a violation of dharma.

Devara immediately shook his head.

"No."

The answer came without hesitation.

"It is entirely your choice."

The room relaxed slightly.

Devara continued calmly to clear the misunderstanding.

"If a sage wishes to preserve his teachings only within his own lineage, that is his right."

He looked around at them steadily.

"But..."

His gaze shifted briefly toward the shelves being planned across the chamber walls.

"If there comes a day—one hundred years from now... or a thousand... when someone desperately needs knowledge that could save lives ...then preserving it becomes a way for your wisdom to outlive even time itself."

The words settled deeply into the room.

Not as pressure. But as perspective.

Several sages who had remained visibly guarded earlier now seemed more thoughtful than defensive.

Because Devara was not speaking like someone trying to take ownership of their learning.

He was speaking like someone trying to ensure knowledge did not vanish with death.

And that difference mattered.

A few of the scholars exchanged glances among themselves.

Then finally, Sushruta spoke again.

This time, his tone carried neither resistance nor agreement.

Only measured honesty.

"We will need time."

Devara inclined his head respectfully.

-Nod!

Sage Sushruta continued.

"We wish to observe this kingdom ourselves before making any decision."

Another sage nodded beside him.

-Nod!

"Words alone are not enough for matters this large. We must see how your ideals live outside this chamber."

Vidura quietly observed the exchange from the side.

And though his expression remained composed, he understood the significance of what had just happened.

The sages had not rejected the proposal.

They had stayed. That alone was a victory.

Devara seemed to understand it too.

There was no triumph on his face.

No pride. Only calm acceptance. And decided to wait patiently for their decision.

"Take all the time you require,"

He replied with a calm smile on his face.

"You are honored guests here."

He then respectfully instructed attendants to prepare accommodations and ensure the sages could freely travel through different parts of the kingdom during their stay.

As the scholars slowly rose and began departing the chamber, their conversations were quieter now—less hostile, more contemplative.

Some still clearly disagreed.

Others remained uncertain. But curiosity had replaced dismissal.

And curiosity was far more powerful than argument.

Once the chamber finally emptied, Mahamantri Vidura turned slightly toward Devara.

"You pushed harder than most kings would dare,"

He admitted honestly.

Devara gave a faint smile.

"If they had walked away angry,"

He said quietly,

"nothing would change what I have to create."

His gaze moved toward the doorway through which the sages had left.

"But if they leave thinking... That is enough for now."

Vidura studied him silently for a moment.

"...."

Then, almost imperceptibly—He nodded.

-Nod!

Because kingdoms were not transformed in a single decree.

Nor through force alone.

Sometimes—The greatest change began the moment people stopped rejecting an idea outright...

...and started considering it possible.

Apsara Loka...1

Far above Bhulok, beyond mortal rivers and kingdoms, where celestial music flowed endlessly through jeweled halls and fragrant winds carried the scent of divine blossoms—

Apsara Loka remained as radiant as ever.

Rambha’s Chamber...

Yet inside one particular chamber, elegance had slowly descended into absolute chaos.

The chamber belonged to none other than Rambha.

And at the center of the problem—Was a mirror.

Not an ordinary one.

A celestial mirror capable of observing distant places across realms.

Originally intended for divine viewing, communication, and, in Rambha’s personal case... occasionally admiring herself before gatherings.

Now, however—It was focused entirely on one person.

Devara.

The mirror shimmered softly, displaying the young ruler walking through the palace corridors of Trivenivrata while attendants moved respectfully around him.

Rambha sat before it with narrowed eyes and crossed arms.

Beside her stood Menaka, equally stubborn.

"You’re not listening to reason,"

Rambha declared firmly.

Menaka stared at her in disbelief.

"I’m not listening? You’ve repeated the same argument seven times!"

"Because it is correct."

"It is biased."

Rambha placed a hand dramatically against her chest.

"I am the queen of apsaras. Obviously I should approach him first."

Menaka immediately scoffed.

"And I was the one who noticed him first after the Durvasa incident."

"That does not count."

"It absolutely counts."

The mirror quietly continued showing Devara entirely unaware that two celestial women were currently debating his existence like rival diplomats negotiating territory.

It had started innocently enough.

Years ago, when Devara had saved them from the wrath of Durvasa, redirecting the consequences so that even Indra had ended up suffering the curse instead.

At first, both Rambha and Menaka had merely watched the unusual child out of curiosity.

A mortal boy. Fearless. Strangely sincere.

Capable of speaking to gods and sages without trembling.

So they watched occasionally through the celestial mirror.

Then occasionally became frequently.

Then frequently became habit.

And somewhere along the way—Without either of them realizing when exactly it happened—Curiosity had quietly become affection.

The little boy they once observed with amusement had now grown into a young man whose name echoed across kingdoms.

A fifteen-year-old prince building a kingdom with his own hands.

A mortal who had taken the form of Narasimha itself to destroy tyranny.

And unfortunately—Both of them had fallen for him.

Completely.

The real problem began the previous day.

Rambha and Menaka had been peacefully spying observing Devara through the celestial mirror when the conversation somehow shifted toward a dangerous question.

Who should approach him first?

The disagreement escalated rapidly after that.

Rambha argued seniority.

Menaka argued emotional connection.

Rambha claimed royal dignity.

Menaka claimed destiny.

At one point, both even began listing "moments" that proved Devara liked them more despite the obvious issue that Devara had absolutely no idea either of them were doing this.

And now—The argument had become loud enough to attract attention.

Outside the chamber, several apsaras had quietly gathered.

"...."

"...."

"...."

Whispers spread rapidly.

"Why are they fighting?"

"Did something happen?"

"I heard Menaka raised her voice."

"That’s impossible."

"No, listen—"

Inside, Rambha pointed dramatically toward the mirror.

"I am simply saying that if a celestial beauty is going to descend gracefully into his life, it should obviously be me first."

Menaka folded her arms immediately.

"And what exactly is your plan?"

Rambha blinked once.

-Blink!

"...I will figure that out later."

Menaka stared at her for a full second before groaning loudly.

-Sigh!

"That’s not a plan!"

"It’s a beginning."

"It’s a disaster waiting to happen."

Meanwhile, several younger apsaras outside the chamber were now openly listening through the doorway with sparkling curiosity.

Because watching the queen of apsaras and the famously composed Menaka argue over a mortal prince was rapidly becoming the greatest entertainment Apsara Loka1 had experienced in years.

Inside the chamber...

Rambha suddenly narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

-Frown!

"...You already thought about approaching him, didn’t you?"

Menaka instantly looked away.

"...."

Which answered everything.

Rambha gasped dramatically.

-Gasp!

"You traitor."

"I was only considering possibilities!"

"You were going to descend to Bhulok1 without telling me!"

"You literally just admitted you planned the same thing!"

The argument reignited immediately.

And through it all—The celestial mirror continued calmly displaying Devara discussing governance matters in Trivenivrata completely unaware that somewhere in the heavens,

Two apsaras were on the verge of starting a diplomatic crisis over him.

The argument did not end.

If anything, it merely changed locations.

The moment Rambha and Menaka stormed out of the chamber—

Still bickering about

"proper approaches,"

"timing," and

"who technically noticed him first"

—the silence they left behind lasted only a few seconds.

"...."

"...."

"...."

Then the doorway slowly filled.

One apsara peeked inside first.

Then another.

Then several more followed almost immediately.

Curiosity had fully won.

The celestial mirror still floated quietly in the center of the chamber, its surface glowing softly as it continued displaying Devara walking through the royal corridors of Trivenivrata.

"...."

"...."

"...."

The apsaras gathered around it carefully.

And the moment they properly saw him—Many paused.

Because now they understood at least part of the problem.

The young man reflected within the mirror truly was striking.

Not merely handsome in the ordinary sense.

There was something unusual about him.

The calm confidence in the way he carried himself.

The quiet warmth he showed while speaking to servants and guards alike.

The traces of divinity that seemed to linger around him even in ordinary moments.

And above all—His eyes. Which they unknowingly compared to the green jewls.

Even through the celestial mirror, they carried an unsettling depth for someone so young.

One of the younger apsaras blinked slowly.

-Blink!

"...He’s prettier than I expected."

Another immediately nodded in agreement.

"I thought they were exaggerating. They were not."

A third apsara tilted her head thoughtfully while watching Devara stop briefly to speak with palace attendants carrying scrolls.

"...He doesn’t act like most kings."

That part became increasingly obvious the longer they observed.

There was no forced arrogance.

No indulgent display of authority.

Even while surrounded by guards and servants,

Devara moved naturally among them rather than above them.

And strangely—That only made him more attractive.

The room slowly filled with murmurs and whispered observations.

Some commented on his appearance.

Others on the stories surrounding him.

The transformation into Narasimha.

The war against Kamsa.

Which they overheard from the argument of both Rambha and Menaka.

The kingdom he was building.

Bit by bit, curiosity spread through the chamber like spilled perfume.

But not everyone present looked merely curious.

Among the gathered apsaras were a few whose expressions had shifted into something far more thoughtful.

"...."

"...."

"...."

More calculating.

One leaned slightly closer toward the mirror, her lips curving into a faint smirk.

Another exchanged a glance with her.

No words were spoken. None were needed.

The look alone carried dangerous amounts of intention.

Because if both Rambha and Menaka were openly interested in this mortal prince...

Then perhaps—There was something truly special worth discovering.

Curiosity kills the cat but in women curiosity about something that didn’t belong to them were unresistable.

And somewhere behind those quiet smiles and thoughtful gazes—

Plans had already begun forming in their mind.

But they knew they can’t miss this entertainment where two most influential Apsara wanted this young man

But the celestial halls of Apsara Loka had started moving subtly around a single young king in Bhulok1.

Meanwhile—

Completely unaware of the storm quietly gathering in heaven—

Devara continued walking through the palace corridors of Trivenivrata, focused entirely on matters of governance, medicine, and the future of his kingdom.

Not realizing that somewhere far above the mortal world—He had just become the center of apsaras attention.

Which will make his life far more interesting that will make few gods jealous.

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