CHAPTER 42

In a dense forest, the sounds of rustling leaves and chirping birds filled the air as Jarasandh, with a troubled expression, stood ready to leave his kingdom behind. His faithful ministers, their faces etched with concern, surrounded him, pleading with him to reconsider his decision to abandon his kingdom. 

"Maharaj, Raj tyaagne ka nirnaye badal lijiye."

"Rajya ko aapki awashyakta hai."

"Yadi aap tapasya karne chale gaye, toh aapki putriya kaha jaayengi ?"

As Jarasandh's eyes gazed into the distance, memories of his crushing defeat at the hands of Krishna and Balram played in his mind, igniting a burning embarrassment within him. The weight of his failure felt unbearable, pushing him towards the edge of despair.

"Nahi...." He shook his head, "Mai kabhi bhi Aisa apmaanit nahi huya.... Meri 23 Akshohini sena ko pal bhar mei parast kar diya unn do balako ne.... Mujhe bandhi bhi bana diya.... AAJ TAK AISA KABHI NAHI HUYA !" He exclaimed frustratedly.

But his ministers, with unwavering loyalty and respect, stood firm in their conviction.

"Samrat, jay aur parajay toh yudh mei hoti hi hai. Itni si baat par rajya ka tyaag karna anuchit hai."

"Aapse shaktishaali shashak Magadh ko nahi mil sakta. Apke Bal ke karan Magadh ke samaksh koi khada nahi ho sakta. Kuru bhi nahi !"

"Yadi aap van chale gaye toh Magadh bikhar jaayega."

Jarasandh, conflicted and weary, looked at his ministers with a heavy heart. The weight of defeat and humiliation still fresh in his mind. He gazed into the dark forest ahead, feeling torn between his desire for solitude and his responsibilities as a king.

One wise minister said, "Samrat, aapki parajay aapke purv janm ke karmo ka fal hoga. Iss liye aapko ek parajay se shok nahi manana chahiye."

"Ha Magadhpati. Ek parajay se na toh aapki kirti kam hogi, na hi Magadh ki." Another minister said.

Gradually, the flames of embarrassment flickered and faded within Jarasandh as he listened to the words of his ministers. As the sun began to set, a sense of resolve flickered in his eyes. He realized that abandoning his kingdom would only compound his humiliation. With a heavy heart, he turned away from the forest, his head bowed in shame.

The ministers breathed a collective sigh of relief, grateful that they had convinced their king to stay.

"Aap chintit na hoyiye, Samrat. Hum punah Mathura par akraman karenge."

"Aapka pratishod awashya purn hoga."

Jarasandh said, "Karna padega. Jab tak Yadavo ka annt nahi ho jata, mujhe shaanti praapt nahi hogi." He clenched his fists.

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In the heart of the dark, foreboding forest, a sense of ancient power radiated from the towering trees and winding vines. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and the distant echoes of wild creatures.

In a secluded clearing, under a tree, Asur-guru Shukracharya was seated in deep meditation. His presence commanded respect, surrounded by an aura of wisdom and mystique.

The silence of the forest was suddenly broken by the rustling of leaves, a group of troubled asuras emerged from the shadows. Shukracharya's brow furrows in irritation. Their heavy footsteps crush fallen leaves and twigs, breaking the tranquility of his sacred space.

"Acharya !" The asuras with their faces twisted with anger and grief, kneel before Shukracharya. With a deep exhale, he opens his eyes, his gaze piercing through the darkness with an otherworldly intensity.

With a subtle nod, he acknowledges their presence, "Kaho. Kya baat hai jo aaj punah apne acharya ke paas aaye ho ?"

An Asur named Arishtak said, "Woh Vishnu humare pitao aur Bhratao ka vadh kar raha hai, acharya. Uska avatar Krishna atyant nirdayi hai humare prati ! Mere Pita Arishtasur ki usne atyant nirmamta se hatya kardi !"

"Aur mere Bhrata Vyomasur ka bhi vadh usne aise kiya jaise kisi pashu ki bali di jaati hai !" Another Asur named Mayantak said.

"Apne Guru ki dakshina hetu usne mere bhai Panchajanya ko bhi bhayanak mrityu pradaan ki, jabki usse uski koi shatruta nahi thi." An Asur Kambuk said.

Shukracharya's anger smoldered like a gathering storm as he listened to their grievances.

Arishtak said, "Woh asuro ko sudharne ka avsar hi nahi de rahe. Sidha mrityu dand !"

"Hum asahaye hai, acharya. Humari sahayata kare." Kambuk said.

With his brow furrowed in fury, Shukracharya rose, his form towering over the asuras. The earth trembled beneath his feet, and dark clouds gathered overhead, reflecting the turmoil in his heart.

"PURANI SHATRUTA HAI USS VISHNU KI HUMSE !" His voice thundered through the forest, filled with fury, "Kintu woh humare sabhi yojna bigad deta hai ! Usse Vijay praapt karne ka koi upaaye nahi !"

"Vishnu ko parajit nahi kiya jaa sakta...." Mayantak steps forward with a wicked glint in his eyes, "Kintu roka awashya jaa sakta hai."

Shukracharya's expression darkens, "Kaise ?"

"Devi Amarsri." Mayantak smirked, "Woh toh aap navgraho se ek Mata ke bhaati prem karti hai na ? Aur woh Vishnu ki putri bhi hai."

"Tatparya kya hai tumhara ?" Shukracharya asked.

Mayantak said, "Acharya, aap Devi Amarsri ke paas jaaye aur unse vinti kare ki woh Narayan ko Asuro ka vadh karne se mana kare. Ek pita apni putri ki baat thodi taal sakta hai."

"Yeh uchit rahega." Arishtak said, "Humari raksha koi kar sakta hai toh keval Harihareshwari hi hai."

"Satyavachan. Keval wahi hai jiski baat Vishnu sunenge." Kambuk said.

The sage's eyes narrowed as he considered the plan, weighing the risks and rewards in his mind. After a tense moment, Shukracharya's lips twisted into a smile as he nodded in agreement.

"Ha... Keval wahi hai jo asuro ko Vishnu se bacha sakti hai...." He muttered.

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Bacha toh sakti hai kintu kya bachayegi ? 🌝
I'm cooking something, which you all have tasted before-🌝

Arishtak, Mayantak and Kambuk... OC Asuras, cause entertainment to chahiye na next book mei 🌝🌝

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