Chapter 47 - 45: Pushpaka Vimana Descend’s... Ganesha Is Going To Kill Me...
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Devara stood still hearing the call.
Not lost. But Listening
The voice—Faint. Yet persistent.
He knew who it was.
Gandhari, The princess of Gandhara.
Calling him. Not once.
But again... and again. Like she was in danger.
Lord Brahma Saw It through.
"...."
Before Devara spoke—He already knew.
"It is time. Your destiny awaits in Bhulok."
No explanation needed. Because Devara understood.
This wasn’t coincidence. This was the next step in his destiny.
So he said his bye to both his father and mother before him.
Goddess Saraswati gave him. A gentle promise—
"I will visit."
Then Devara took Goddess Lakshmi’s hand.
Then both of them vanished from Brahmalok.
Leaving behind the warm of the eariler encounter.
Then at the Bhulok with a shimmer of light both Devara and Goddess Lakshmi arrived.
A final embrace—Warm. Lingering.
Then—Goddess Lakshmi left leaving behind Devara.
Who Stood Alone there.
Wind brushing past him. Silence stretching outward.
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Then—He Turned Towards the direction of the Gandhara Kingdom.
No hesitation His hand moved up.
As he called for his bow.
Pinakodanda answered his call. Appeared on his hand.
He took a deep breath as he Drew the String
Yogic Energy Gathered Light-blue. Spiraling.
An Astra Took Form. Not rushed. But Perfectly controlled.
He took his aim. Not at an enemy. But at the sky itself.
-THUNG!
The string released. The Arrow Flew
Cutting through air—Piercing distance—A streak across destiny
Not just travel. A declaration.
Devara didn’t hesitate.
A single thought—Clear. He wanted to summon the newly obtained Pushpaka
And the sky answered
A golden light descended—Not like lightning.
Like something... remembering its master and showing its megestic royal appearance.
When the radiance faded—It stood before him
The legendary Pushpaka Vimana.
Which was once owned by Kubera, then by Raven and later of Lord Ram.
Who own the war against the King Ravan.
Pushpaka Vimana. Not just a vehicle.
But A moving palace. Forged of gold—Inlaid with gems—Shaped like a celestial bird
Its wings folded elegantly—Its base resting upon a lotus-like structure.
And behind as the base of its tail is connected to—A mansion
Floating. Perfect.
Devara... paused taking in the sight before him.
Even he—Didn’t expect this scale of grandness before him.
It’s was radiating with Magestic and Respect.
He Stepped Forward to take a close look of it.
And as he did—The entrance revealed itself.
Not opening—Unfolding
Like illusion giving way to truth.
As soon as he stepped inside looking around the grand place.
Then—A Voice he heard. Not inside his mind.
But around him. Clear. Respectful.
"Welcome, my lord. From today onwards I get’s the honor to be your vehicle. State your destination."
Hearing its question No delay and No second thought.
Devara immediately stated his destination.
"Gandhara."
As soon as he said the location he wanted to go.
The Response he got from the Pushpaka
Immediate.
The
No strain. No sound of struggle.
As if gravity itself stepped aside
The ground fell away—The sky embraced it.
And the Pushpaka soared higer and higer.
Not flying—Gliding with purpose Toward destiny its master want’s to go.
Meanwhile...
Gandhara Kingdom...
In the grand arena of Gandhara
The spectacle unfolded.
Princes displayed strength and valor.
Kings demonstrated skill which they were famous for.
Archery. Swordplay. Power. Weapon mastry.
And many....
Each performance—Met with roaring cheers.
From the crowd who were witnessing it.
King Subala sitting in his throne.
Watched with pride—His daughter’s future before him.
Even envoys from Hastinapur was here.
Sat among the honored guests.
Since both of their prince were already married and have sons.
They were here not to participate.
But it signifies A gathering of power.
The atmosphere was lighter and several diplomatic relations were made.
But One Heart Was Still in worry.
At the center—Princess Gandhari
Silent. Unmoving.
Because she had already chosen.
And he wasn’t here yet.
Then—She decided to Speak.
"The one I choose ...is not here yet."
The Arena Froze hearing her declaration.
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Smiles vanished from the faces of those who participated in the event.
Voices sharpened across the arena.
Kings and princes demanded answers.
Who? Where? When?
They wanted to know who was the one who they were losing to.
Since he has not been participated to.
Before chaos rose—A voice cut through the arena pausing everyone.
It was none other than Bhishma. Calm. Commanding.
"Devaratha... Left with Sage Durvasa years ago. How would he know of this?"
He asked the question to Gandhari to know did she contacted him or he should ask his mother Goddess Ganga find him. to inform him about this.
Gandhari Answered Steady. Confident. Without doubt.
"Through still water. I can connect with him. As he told me."
There is a silence.
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And Then—Laughter. Sharp. Dismissive. Hearing her mention how she contacted the one she was waiting for.
"A trick. A child’s lie."
Bhishma’s Eyes Narrowed hearing their mockery.
Not anger. Warning
He stepped forward—Ready to silence them and warn them of the consequence of uttering those words again.
But the Sky Spoke First.
Darkness spread. Clouds twisted. Lightning struck.
-FLASH!
Not randomly—At the centre of the arena a astra came from the sky quickly before any one could react hit the ground.
-BOOM!!!
Dust rose. Silence followed. By the sudden interruption.
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And then—Words Formed from the yogic energy of that astra.
Not written. Carved in light.
As A Voice Echoed around the arena.
"I heard your call. Princess Gandhari."
Every head turned upward. Every breath paused.
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"I am coming."
The Tone Changed taking a drastic change as the sweet calm voice vanished.
Now replaced by something. Colder. Sharper.
"And hear this—If any among you endangers Princess Gandhari... I, Devaratha... Son ofGanga and Bhudevi ...will reduce you and your lands to ruin."
Silence
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"...."
Not forced. But Absolute like some kind of final judgement.
Meanwhile the Prince and Kings were looking at the Astra which was still there seriously in silence.
No laughter now. No mockery.
Only realization. That the one they dismissed—Was very real and really heard Gandhari’s call.
Through the still water.
Bhishma Stood Still. Then A faint smile forming on his face hearing a little matured voice of Devara compared to last time he had heard him.
Not surprise since so much years as passed.
Meanwhile Princess Gandhari who heard the voice which changed to mature tone.
Could still feel it was definitely Devara’s voice.
She Closed her eyes briefly.
Because she knew—He had answered which means he is on his way here.
After Half An Hour...
The arena fell silent suddenly feeling the overwhelming feeling coming from the sky.
Not by command. But By presence
A shadow stretched—Across the ground.
Like something is blocking the sunlight from descending to the ground.
Heads turned upward at once to look what it was.
And there it was—Pushpaka Vimana
Floating. Majestic. Unquestionable as it radiant its presence.
No one spoke looking at the sight before their eyes.
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Because no one could.
Then—Every one noticed a Movement
From its edge—A figure leapt.
-BAM!!!
He landed on the ground. Dust rose.
Silence deepened.
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And stood up revealed who it was—Devaratha
No longer a child.
A presence commanding attentions of the warriors and public along.
He brushed dust from his clothes—Calm. Unbothered. By the look’s he was receiving all around him.
"...."
He looked around curiously. Kings. Princes.
And—Bhishma his elder brother is present.
"...What’s going on here?"
He Walked Forward thinking could it be a festival.
Toward—Princess Gandhari who had asked him to hurry here as soon as possible.
"You called me princess... what happened?"
Which snapped Princess Gandhari out of her thoughts.
"...."
Her Response? To his quesion was.
Tears. Immediate. Uncontrolled. As Relief washed over her.
As all the worries she had gathered as melted away.
She ran to him without even a second waste—And placed the garland
Around his neck.
"...."
Meanwhile Devara. Completely misunderstood what is happening to him.
Lowered his head so it could be easy for her to out the garland.
’Ah... welcome ceremony.’
After putting the garland she hugged him tightly.
While everyone was still looking at the scene in silence.
He hugged her back Gently.
"I’m here now. No one can trouble you."
Meanwhile—Bhishma
Stepped forward. Voice steady. As he started to make the announcement.
"Princess Gandhari has chosen her husband."
A pause.
"Any objections... may be settled in combat. If you wanted to see the chosen one’s might."
Devara Blinked hearing his big brothers announcement.
-Blink!
"...Wait. Who’s the lucky guy?"
The Entire Arena: Dead silence. Dead stares.
After they heard his question. As Devara genuinely looking around.
Then—Laughter broke the silence.
"-Hahahahaha!!!"
Shakuni Clapping. Grinning looking at the clueless Devara.
-Claps!!!
"
Devara Froze hearing the teasing tone in Sakuni’s voice.
"...."
Slowly—He looked around. Searching. Scanning.
No one was wearing one.
Then—His eyes dropped. To his own neck
"..."
Garland was on his neck. He Paused. Processing everything and slowly Realization dawn on him.
As he began to panic internally in his mind.
-Gulp!
’...Oh no. ...BIG BROTHER GANESHA IS GOING TO KILL ME.’
Meanwhile—Gandhari who heard all this mess. feeling his heart beat faster.
Buried her face in his chest.
Too embarrassed to look up at his face.
Because—She just chose him
Without explanation what is going on here. Without warning about the event taking place.
And she felt the fate... accepted it instantly. As soon as she placed a garland around his neck.
Meanwhile at the audience who were watching everything unfolded.
It started small.
An old man—Voice trembling—
"Devara..."
Then another—And another—And suddenly— Whole Arena Erupted
"DEVARA!"
"DEVARA!"
"DEVARA!"
Like wildfire—No—Like a storm finding its center. The cheering is so intense then any of the king and the prince had.
The People Remembered. The boy who saved their princess. The one who fought two rakshasas.
The one they celebrated years ago and thanked him as returned to take their princess hand in marriage.
Now—Standing before them. And they chose him again to cheer and show their support in who the princess as chosen as her partner.
Meanwhile—Devara
Stood in the middle of it all.
"...."
On his face his Expression is blank as if his brain is still having a crash out.
Because in his mind he was trying to make sense—
’I came here to fight ...not to get married."
Internal Calculation Failed.
Even his system mocked him.
[Opponent: ❌ Not found
Marriage: ✅ Confirmed
😂 Result: Confusion Max Level
🗡️ Reality Hits someone hard in their head]
No duel. No enemy.
Just... a bride who choose him. And a very official-looking situation.
"...This escalated quickly."
But Not Everyone Cheered
Among the prince and kings—Some watched differently
Not impressed. Not convinced.
By what had happened. And they stepped forward
Kings. Warriors. Those who refused to step back.
Even after Gandhari made her decision.
Because legends like he defeated Bhishma—Need to be tested not believed blindly.
One of Them Spoke. Voice sharp.
"We’ve heard stories... But stories don’t decide a swayamvara."
Another Added walking besides him.
"If you are truly worthy—Prove it."
The Atmosphere Shifted to tense.
Cheers softened. Tension rose.
By the sudden declaration.
From celebration... to challenge.
Devara Looked Up Confusion fading from his face. As the challenge has been issued to his face.
"...."
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