Chapter 51 - 49: Time As Come... Devaki & Vasudeva Escapes...
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Before returning to Gandhara Kingdom.
Devara chose something else first.
Not to go back. Not celebration for his marraige. But devotion by offering prayers at the temple.
First Stop — Old Lord Brahma Temple...
At a quiet temple—Where Lord Brahma and Goddess Saraswati were worshipped.
Their forms stood still—Yet watching.
Giving a devine feeling around them.
Devara and Gandhari bowed together in respect.
Hands folded together.
His prayer was simple in his mind—
’Come... as my parents.’
Not as gods. But As family who needs to attend their son’s marriage.
Second Stop — Lord Vishnu’s Temple...
The temple of Lord Vishnu where the statue of Lord Vishnu and Goddess Lakshmi
Glowed softly.
Lamps flickered like quiet blessings.
Again, they bowed respectfully as Devara prayed to them in his mind.
"Be there... as my parents."
No grandeur. Just sincerity in his request to them.
And the Final Stop — Lord Shiva’s Temple...
Where Lord Shiva in the form of Shiva Linga and Goddess Parvati
The air felt heavier. Deeper.
Bells echoed softly.
-Chime...
Before the Shiva Linga And the form of Goddess Parvati.
Devara whispered praying to them in low voice—
"You must come."
This time—It wasn’t a request. It was something closer to longing.
With prayers offered—They boarded the Pushpaka
And set their course Toward Gandhara.
Since their purpose of the trip as been achieved by them.
After travelling for few hours...
The Pushpaka Vimana reached the Gandhara Kingdom.
Since it was Midnight... The kingdom slept—But not fully.
Torches flickered. Guards moved around for security purpose.
The Pushpaka
One by one Devera along with Gandhari steped out.
Drona, Kripi and Ashwathama who followed them.
Were respectfully guided to the Guest chamber.
Which was allocated to them.
The night settled again. But beneath it—The whole kingdom were preparing for the marriage.
The Next Morning...
The gates of Gandhara opened wide.
As the guest from Hastinapur as Arrived—
With purpose To welcome a bride who chose their prince... and witness a union of them.
From Hastinapur. Not just royals have arrived.
But the people. Traveling in groups. Laughing. Singing.
Following a story they believed in and want to witness their prince’s marriage.
Toward Gandhara.
And soon—Gandhara Kingdom. Was no longer quiet.
It was alive as the people visiting the kingdom started to increase as the day for the marrige proceeded to get closer.
Markets buzzed with activity.
Streets glowed by night lamps.
A kingdom turned into a celebration mood as the celebrated as it was their Festival.
Soon the Hastinapur royal family arrived at the royal palace.
The gates opened—As Mahamantri Vidura, Rajmata Satyavati along with Ambika and Ambalika
Entered with dignity.
As they were received with upmost respect and greetings.
As King Subala along with his sons and his wife welcomed them.
While—The King and Queen of Hastinapur would arrive later.
With full royal grandeur.
Inside the Royal Palace...
They were received by—Bhishma.
He welcomed them warmly as they chatted.
And explained—Everything if what happened and how Devara took the hands of the princess.
The swayamvara.
Where Gandhari reveals she as been waiting for Devara and won’t choose any one.
While soon Devara entered and The duel he owned..
The outcome of how easily he defeated two peoples back to back.
And then—
"He arrived... on Pushpaka
Silence
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Then—Shocked.
They couldn’t utter a single words hearing the details explanation from Bhishma.
Even Vidura
Who joined midway the conversation—Paused.
Because—That wasn’t just the display of power.
That was legend which could be passed down for generations.
After knowing where was Devara was currently at.
Without delay—Rajmata Satyavati
Made her way to his chamber.
Meanwhile...
Devara’s Chamber...
Inside—He wasn’t sleeping. Not training.
He was calmly painting the scenery which he saw at the previous night.
The night sky. Clouds like waves.
And the Pushpaka Vimana
Sailing through them—Like a ship across stars.
Rajmata Satyavati Paused looking at it.
Watching. Not interrupting his concentration.
"...."
Because—This wasn’t a prince.
This was a child she had knew even through she spend just a few days with him.
Devara too Noticed Her. Turned looking at her he smiled.
"...."
And Placed the paint brush down. And walked forward.
Touched her feet in respect.
While She blessed him. Then... held his face
Gently.
"You’ve grown..."
Not just in strength. In presence
Devara Smiled Softly taking her to show her his painting.
Mathura Kingdom...
In the prison of Mathura.
The air was heavy.
Not with silence—With inevitability
As Devaki Cried out in pain. Labor gripping her like waves.
Beside her was her husband—Vasudeva
Helpless. Watching.
His wife who was in her labor pain.
But he was not happy that he was going to become a father soon.
Because joy was forbidden here at this prison for them.
Every child born to them—Was a child marked for death.
At the hands of King Kamsa.
Who is also the brother in law and once best friend of his.
He trusted him to the point of marrying his most beloved sister to him.
But now he had turned to a complete Rakshasa. Abandoning his humanity.
In fear of his death.
Who had begun to unravel in. Madness creeping into his rule.
Violence spilling beyond reason as if he was not the one he become friend with.
Hours Passed... Slowly as if it felt like days.
Pain. Screams. Struggle. Of his wife is visible on her face.
Then—At last the new Life took it’s breath coming to the world.
A child was born. Healthy. Breathing.
An ideal child for any couples. And that made it even worse
Because they knew—What would come next
The Old Medic Stepped Forward.
Since her job is finished here. All it left was to take the child to the royal court. So king Kamsa could deal with it.—Then stopped as if sensing something amiss.
Her vision blurred as she felt dizzy.
She collapsed without any warning.
The Guards Noticed the anomaly.
But this was... Too late.
One by one—They fell to the ground at the same position where they were guarding.
Not dead. Asleep. A deep one they won’t woke up till the next morning.
The Prison Cell Fell Silent.
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Then—A Voice. Soft. Playful.
Echoing through stone hard to find where it came from—
"Narayana... Narayana..."
It was none other than Sage Narada
Appeared. As if he had always been there.
While Smiling gently on his face.
"Why sit in sorrow... when the door is open?"
Vasudeva Looked Around getting the hint.
Which Sage Narada as told him and his wife about.
Vasudeva looked at Sage Narada before him with wide eyes asking to once again to confirm what he had just heard.
"Now?"
"Yes, now."
Narada’s Tone Shifted Slightly as he urged them.
Still light—But carrying weight
"Take the child. Leave this place. Go to Mahendragiri. Through Gandhara."
A Pause
Then—
"There... you will meet your savior. On your travel. The one who will end this tyranny."
Devaki Held the Child Closer.
Finally hope reignited in her heart.
Fear—Still there. Thinking about her brother.
But now... mixed with hope.
Vasudeva Stood from the ground.
Chains forgotten. Walls meaningless.
Because for the first time—They had a path which they have been waiting for years.
Meanwhile...
Royal Court...
In the throne hall of Mathura
King Kamsa Sat alone in his throne. He was in deep thought.
"...."
A goblet in hand.
Wine swirling—Patience thinning as each minutes passes.
He waited. For the inevitable.
Another child who will be born today for his sister who would also die at his hands.
Fulfilling their destiny.
Another life—To be ended.
Minutes turned to hours.
No footsteps. No messenger. No cries of any baby arrived.
No sound. As if he was sitting in a pin drop silence.
His Eyes Narrowed as if sensing something is very wrong.
Something—Was wrong his instincts was warning him about.
So he decided to check what is going on the prison.
"Guards."
His voice echoed through the royal court.
No reply. Not even a whisper.
The Silence Answered Instead.
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He Stood up Slowly. Deliberately.
The goblet lowered as he walked out.
Through the Corridors
Each step—Heavy. Measured.
His presence alone would command authority.
Then—He saw them
All his Guards. One... Two... Ten...
All on the ground. Breathing. But unmoving sleeping happily like they were sleeping in their bedroom
All at once which made the uneasy feeling in his chest to get stronger.
Kamsa Stopped for Calculating
Because—This wasn’t normal this was a planned attack on them.
"...Who dares?"
Low. Cold.
His grip tightened. Because he understood one thing clearly—This was not coincidence
This was intervention. And yet—He stood untouched.
Unaffected.
Awake... while his kingdom slept. Which made it worse
Because now—He knew
Something had slipped through his grasp.
King Kamsa
Burst into the prison—But it was Too late
No cries of a mother. No chains rattling.
Only silence.
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Guards—Collapsed to the floor. Same as the ones he saw all the way here.
The old medic—Unconscious as well.
And the cell... empty. Seeing this Something snapped in his mind.
Not loudly. But completely. Anger surged through his mind.
One thought remained
’Find them. Bring them back. Kill the child.’
He Turned as he walked out of the prison while gritting his teeth.
Stepping into the corridor—And then—Laughter echoed down the corrieder.
Not loud. But enough to get his attention.
"...Who’s there?"
His voice echoed as he demands who it was laughing at him—But didn’t return.
"...."
A Shadow Moved Behind him. Fast.
-SWISH!
He Turned to look but saw Nothing.
As the shadow vanished before he turned.
Stillness remaining. But his body reacted first.
Goosebumps rose through his body as if Instinct screamed.
Then—He Saw Him
A figure. A teen
Standing before him looking at him with his green eyes leaning on the piller.
Armor glowing. Too bright to see his face
But—He felt it. Danger from the boy.
With a single glance he understood who it was.
The very same boy who comes during his dream to kill and torture him daily in his dream.
The figure vanished
Like smoke cut by wind just before his eyes.
Silence Returned.
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Kamsa Didn’t Move
Because something—Was still wrong as he even thought he must be in dream again.
Then—Suddenly. From above—A blade flashed. Catching them off guard. Cut across his neck.
While his eyes widden in panic. He screamed
Hands clutching his throat—Blood spilling from it.
He fell down to the ground.
Then—Nothing. No blood. No wound. No figure.
Everything vanished as if he was facing illusions.
As he looked at his hands which was now not covered in his own blood.
Kamsa stood up from the ground. Breathing heavily.
Touching his neck. Which is Untouched Checking it was still intact.
The corridor was empty there was no real attacker who attacked him.
But the fear stayed Because—It felt real Too real.
"...Not normal illusion..."
A whisper escaped his lips.
He moved Faster now. Not running.
But no longer calm. Because one thought had changed. Not just anger. Fear too.
He needs to find his sister before she finds his.
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