Chapter 91: Chapter 89: One Step Late... Now Someone Is The First Queen.

(A/N):

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The first rakshasa continued seeing the boy was very serious.

"And even if you somehow manage to find him..."

His expression darkened slightly.

"That is only the beginning."

The surrounding rakshasas nodded knowingly.

-Nod!

"The trials to become his disciple are brutal,"

One of them muttered.

"Many give up before even starting. Others fail halfway. And some..."

Another added grimly,

"...never return."

Varunesh listened without blinking.

"...."

The older rakshasa crouched slightly toward him again.

"Shukracharya does not care about excuses. He does not care about noble birth. He does not care about your pain. If you seek his teachings, you prove your worth. Or you are discarded."

The warning was severe enough that even Varunesh’s friends nearby looked uneasy now.

But the young rakshasa himself—Felt something entirely different.

Hope.

For the first time since hearing about Devara, his hatred no longer felt directionless.

There was now a path. Dangerous.

Almost impossible. But real. And he could gain power through it.

Varunesh slowly lowered his gaze toward his clenched fists.

Then looked back up.

"How do I find him?"

The rakshasas exchanged glances.

"...."

"...."

"...."

One finally shrugged.

"Rumors. Old caves. Ancient battlefields. Ruins where forbidden knowledge still lingers. He moves constantly."

Another added quietly.

"And sometimes... He finds the disciple himself."

That sentence lingered strangely in the air afterward.

The glowing winds of the Patala forest passed softly between the ancient trees while Varunesh stood silently in thought.

The path ahead sounded terrifying.

But inside him—The hatred toward Vishnu and now Devara burned hotter than fear.

Much hotter.

And somewhere far away in Bhulok—Completely unaware—A future king continued building his kingdom beneath peaceful skies...

While deep below the worlds—A boy had just taken his first step toward becoming something dangerous just to get revenge for his dead father.

Deep beneath Bhulok, beyond hidden rivers and ancient subterranean paths, there existed another realm woven into the lower worlds—

Naga Loka...1

Unlike the harsher territories of many rakshasas, Naga Loka carried an eerie, mesmerizing beauty.

Massive crystal caverns stretched endlessly beneath glowing skies of luminous minerals.

Rivers carrying silver-blue waters flowed through cities built from polished black stone and gold-veined pillars shaped like coiling serpents.

Gigantic naga palaces spiraled elegantly upward like living sculptures, their domes reflecting the glow of embedded gemstones scattered across cavern ceilings like artificial stars.

The air itself carried ancient energy.

Old. Patient. Dangerous.

And within one particular region of Naga Loka—The former territories of Sarpaasura were slowly being reorganized.

Since Sarpaasura’s defeat, the kingdom had remained without a true ruler and was gradually being merged into the domain of Vasuki.

Yet even now, the memory of Sarpaasura’s fall remained deeply carved into the hearts of many nagas.

Who had witnessed it.

Because for them—Devara had not merely defeated a tyrant.

He had liberated them.

And over time, many among the common nagas had quietly begun revering him with near-divine devotion.

So when traveling nagas returned from Bhulok carrying astonishing new stories—

The realm erupted into discussion.

"He transformed into Narasimha itself."

"He defeated a tyrant king named Kamsa."

"He established a new kingdom."

The news spread rapidly through naga settlements, marketplaces, temples, and noble courts alike.

Shock of what they heard. Excitement about the god they worship as won.

Wonder.

Many struggled to comprehend it fully.

"...."

"...."

"...."

Because to them, Devara had already seemed touched by divinity after the fall of Sarpaasura.

Now the stories from Bhulok only strengthened that belief further.

And when they learned the name of the newly established kingdom—

Trivenivrata—Something shifted among many nagas.

A longing. A pull.

"If he rules there..."

One naga elder murmured quietly,

"then perhaps our people can finally live openly above without fear."

That thought spread quickly.

Before long, many naga families began preparing journeys toward Bhulok itself.

Some hoped to settle quietly within Devara’s kingdom.

Others wished merely to see the land ruled by the one they now openly worshipped as a divine protector.

And unlike ordinary migrations, the naga movements were careful and secretive.

They traveled through underground waterways, hidden tunnels, sacred rivers, and ancient serpent paths known only to naga clans.

Not all chose to leave, however.

Many remained behind in Naga Loka willingly.

They believed their duty was different.

To preserve memory.

To teach future generations about the fall of Sarpaasura.

And every year, on the anniversary of his defeat, festivals had already begun taking shape across sections of Naga Loka.

Temples glowed with serpent-fire lamps.

Songs were sung. Stories retold.

Children listened wide-eyed to the tale of the young warrior who stood against the serpent tyrant.

Some called the celebration Sarpa Moksha Divas.1

Others referred to it simply as the Day of Liberation.

Within the radiant depths of Naga Loka, the stories of Devara had spread far beyond ordinary admiration now.

For many nagas, he was no longer merely the warrior who defeated Sarpaasura.

He had become a figure deeply intertwined with their future.

And unfortunately for two naga princesses—That had created a very particular problem.

Inside the royal palace of Vasuki, the atmosphere had become unusually tense.

Not because of war. Not politics.

But because Princess Nagashree was currently staring at her father with the expression of someone personally betrayed by fate itself.

The great naga king rubbed his forehead helplessly.

"Daughter,"

He sighed patiently,

"calm yourself for a moment."

Nagashree folded her arms immediately, her jeweled serpent ornaments rattling softly with the motion.

"How can I calm down?"

She complained with frustration.

"He’s already married."

The bitterness in her voice was impossible to miss.

She already accepted him having multiple wives but him married a another women before her hurt her still.

Vasuki exchanged a glance with his queen before answering carefully.

"We cannot immediately send another marriage proposal right after his wedding. It would create awkwardness. And there is always a possibility of rejection."

That final word clearly wounded Nagashree’s pride slightly.

Not because she believed herself undeserving—But because the idea of being too late irritated her immensely.

"If only I had acted faster..."

She muttered under her breath.

In her mind, the conclusion felt painfully simple.

Had she moved earlier—She could have become Devara’s first queen.

Instead, a human princess had reached him before her.

And now Gandhari held that place.

The thought annoyed her far more than she cared to admit aloud.

Vasuki noticed the look on his daughter’s face immediately and nearly sighed again.

-Sigh!

"...."

This was precisely why he wanted time before approaching Trivenivrata formally.

The situation required diplomacy.

Patience. Timing.

Meanwhile his daughter seemed ready to declare emotional warfare against destiny itself.

Unfortunately for him—The exact same conversation was happening elsewhere in Naga Loka.

Inside the palace of Shesha, another naga princess stood before her parents looking equally distressed.

Princess Anantrika.

Unlike Nagashree’s openly expressive frustration, Anantrika carried hers with sharper urgency.

"When are you sending the proposal?"

She demanded directly.

Shesha blinked slowly.

-Blink!

"...."

His wife quietly hid a smile nearby because she already knew this discussion was inevitable.

"Anantrika,"

Shesha began carefully,

"these matters are not rushed."

"But Nagashree might move first,"

She replied instantly.

The sheer seriousness in her voice made both her parents pause.

So that was the true issue.

Not merely Devara marrying.

Competition.

Shesha’s wife finally laughed softly.

"You make it sound like you are preparing for battle."

Anantrika crossed her arms stubbornly.

"In a way, I am."

Shesha let out a long sigh powerful enough to move several decorative hanging veils nearby.

"Devara has only recently established his kingdom,"

He explained patiently.

"And he has just married."

"We cannot immediately appear before him with another alliance proposal."

"It would be improper."

Anantrika looked visibly dissatisfied with the answer.

"But if we wait too long..."

She stopped herself midway, clearly realizing how desperate she sounded.

Unfortunately for her—Both parents noticed anyway.

Shesha looked toward his wife with the exhausted expression of a father realizing his daughter had fallen far deeper into this matter than expected.

His wife, meanwhile, seemed vastly more entertained by the situation.

"Young hearts are impatient,"

She said lightly with a smile.

Anantrika immediately protested.

"This is not impatience."

Shesha raised an eyebrow.

"...Then what is it?"

Anantrika opened her mouth confidently—Then paused.

"...."

Because suddenly defining her feelings out loud felt significantly more dangerous than arguing about them internally.

That hesitation alone answered enough.

Shesha closed his eyes briefly.

Meanwhile, somewhere else in Naga Loka—Nagashree was likely having the exact same emotional crisis.

And completely unaware of the growing political-romantic chaos quietly unfolding across multiple realms— 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Devara was probably still somewhere in Trivenivrata petting divine sabertooth tigers with Gandhari.

After Three Days...

Trivenivrata...

As days passed, the atmosphere within Trivenivrata slowly began changing.

A sacred excitement spread through the kingdom like fragrance carried by wind.

Because only two days remained before Maha Shivaratri.1

And for the people of the kingdom, this would be the first Maha Shivaratri celebrated under Devara’s rule.

Preparations had already begun across every district.

The streets near temples were filled with workers hanging flower garlands made of jasmine, lotus, and marigold.

Priests moved busily between shrines while artisans painted sacred symbols upon walls and entrances using colored powders and sandal paste.

Oil lamps were being prepared in the thousands.

Markets became crowded with devotees purchasing offerings—milk, bilva leaves, incense, honey, fruits, sacred ash, flowers, and clarified butter for the rituals.

Musicians practiced devotional hymns in courtyards.

Children ran excitedly carrying miniature clay lingams they had shaped themselves.

Even the rivers surrounding the kingdom seemed calmer somehow beneath the approaching sacred night.

At the heart of all the preparations stood the grand temple of Shiva.

The temple itself had been personally included among Devara’s original requirements when Vishwakarma constructed the kingdom.

And true to Vishwakarma’s craftsmanship—The temple looked breathtaking.

Towering white stone structures rose toward the sky adorned with blue and golden carvings depicting scenes of Shiva’s tandava, meditation, battles, and divine union with Parvati.

Massive bells hung beneath intricately carved gateways.

Sacred water channels flowed continuously around the temple complex before merging into lotus ponds glowing beneath floating lamps.

At the center rested the enormous black stone Shiva Lingam, polished so perfectly that torchlight reflected from its surface like moonlight on still water.

And everywhere around the temple—Preparations continued tirelessly.

Priests cleansed the sanctum repeatedly with sacred river water.

Devotees decorated pillars with flowers and silk cloth.

Incense smoke drifted gently through the air while Vedic chants echoed across the complex from dawn till night.

Because Maha Shivaratri was not merely a festival.

It was remembrance.

The sacred night honoring the divine union of Shiva and Parvati.

The night of devotion, meditation, vows, and spiritual awakening.

And for many citizens of Trivenivrata, celebrating it in a kingdom blessed by rivers and built through divine guidance made the occasion feel even more special.

Within the palace balconies overlooking parts of the city, Devara quietly observed the preparations taking shape.

Even from afar, he could hear the distant chanting from temples spreading through the evening winds.

Torchlights flickered everywhere now.

The kingdom no longer looked newly established.

It looked alive.

Behind him, palace attendants discussed arrangements for fasting rituals, temple processions, night-long bhajans, security placements, and the arrival of sages and devotees from nearby settlements who wished to celebrate the sacred night within Trivenivrata.

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