The women remained speechless, their expressions a mixture of bewilderment and confusion. They couldn't fathom why a prince, especially one as esteemed as a Shinivanshi, would come to them seeking knowledge. There were renowned scholars, wise gurus, and accomplished artists throughout the kingdom who could have imparted the 64 arts to him. Why would he choose them, women associated with pleasure and entertainment, as his teachers ?

The same questions had echoed in the mind of the men present there as well. Why would a prince, who had access to the most learned scholars and gurus in the kingdom, seek knowledge from them, women of the brothel ?

The women listened as Satyashree spoke to them, his words leaving them utterly perplexed. It defied all their preconceived notions of royalty and education. The 64 arts were traditionally taught by respected teachers, not courtesans. Was this some kind of jest ? A test of their wit ? They couldn't fathom his motives.

They looked at Satyashree, studying his face for any hint of mockery or deception. But his expression was sincere, his eyes filled with a genuine curiosity and respect. There was no trace of arrogance or condescension in his demeanor. He seemed to genuinely care for their well-being, addressing them with politeness and humility.

"Yadi 64 kala ka gyaan aap mujhe pradaan kare toh aap sabki badi kripa hogi." Satyashree said, his hands still joined.

The women, though intrigued by Satyashree's unusual request, were also acutely aware of the potential risks. Teaching a prince, especially in such an unconventional setting, carried immense weight. What if they inadvertently offended the royal family or the court ? The consequences of such a misstep could be severe, potentially even life-threatening.

One of the women, her face etched with a mixture of apprehension and regret, stepped forward. "Kshama Rajkumar," she said, her voice soft but firm. "Aap yeh kalaye kisi aur se seekh lijiye."

Satyashree, assumed they were concerned about the time commitment involved in teaching him, or perhaps questioning the value of imparting their knowledge. Sensing their hesitation, he offered a solution.

"Yadi aapko aisa lagta hai ki, mujhe vidya dene se aapka samaye vyarth hoga, toh mai shulk dene hetu sajj hu." He said, his voice respectful, "Gurudakshina ke roop mei, aap jitna chaahe utna swarn, ratna, ityadi maang le."

The women exchanged another round of glances, this time with a hint of amusement mixed with the lingering surprise. While the offer of gold was tempting, it didn't sway them. They already possessed considerable wealth, some even rumored to rival the richest merchants and nobles in the city.

One of the women, her voice laced with a hint of irony, gestured around the lavishly decorated room. "Iss Veshyavaas mei aapke Rajkosh ke barabar dhan hai, Rajkumar." She said.

Satyashree, undeterred, responded, "Toh jo chahiye woh maangiye. Aapki jo bhi iccha hogi, mai purn karunga."

"Hum aapko nahi seekha sakte, Shinikumar." The woman smiled, a knowing, almost pitying expression on her face. "Yadi seekhane hetu sajj bhi hote fir bhi aap hume woh nahi de sakte jiski hume iccha hai."

"Kya hai woh iccha ?" Satyashree, genuinely curious, leaned forward slightly.

Another young woman, her eyes sparkling with a mix of sadness and defiance, said, "Sammaan."

Satyashree leaned back, taking a slow, thoughtful breath. He fell silent, his gaze distant as he processed the woman's words. Satyaki, observing his younger brother, noticed the subtle shift in his demeanor. Satyashree's usually open and expressive face had become unreadable, a mask of contemplation settling over his features. Something was clearly stirring within him.

The woman who had spoken of respect smiled, a bittersweet expression playing on her lips. "Boliye Rajkumar. Kya iss samaaj se hume sammaan dilwa sakte hai ?"

Satyashree, his voice suddenly deep and resonant, broke his silence. "Pehle meri vinti swikaar kijiye." He said, his gaze now piercing.

He looked directly at the women, his eyes holding an eerie certainty that sent a shiver down their spines. The playful, curious prince seemed to have vanished, replaced by someone more... godly. He seemed, in that instant, almost otherworldly, his presence radiating an aura of something more than mere royalty.

"Mujhe apne shishya ke roop mei swikar kare, aur samaaj mei aapko sammaan mil jaayega yeh vachan hai mera." Satyashree declared, his voice ringing with an unshakeable conviction.

The women, taken aback by his bold assertion, hesitated. This was not the reaction they had expected. One of them, her brow furrowed in confusion, stepped forward. "Hume kaise sammaan dilayenge aap ?"

"Pehle mere prastaav swikar toh kare." Satyashree insisted, his gaze unwavering.

Satyaki, Tandvik, and the other attendants watched the exchange with a mixture of bewilderment and apprehension. They couldn't fathom what was going on in Satyashree's mind.

A silent conversation passed between the women. They exchanged glances, their eyes communicating a mixture of apprehension and a desperate longing for something more. They had always bartered their beauty, their charm, their bodies, for wealth and survival. And here was an opportunity to be something more. There was something about Satyashree's voice, a quiet assurance, a subtle promise, that resonated deep within them. It wasn't just his princely status, but something more, something that hinted at a power beyond the ordinary.

A collective sigh seemed to ripple through the room as the women, their hearts filled with a fragile hope, finally agreed. "Uchit hai. Hum aapko samast 64 kala ka gyaan de denge."

The moment those words escaped their lips, Satyashree stood up. It was as if an unseen force had been unleashed. He turned to Tandvik, his eyes gleaming with an almost otherworldly light. His voice, when he spoke, was clear and resonant, carrying a weight that commanded attention.

"Tandvik, mai tumhe aadesh deta hu," he said, his voice ringing with power, "Nagar mei ghoshna karwa do ki, Veer Raja Shini ke pautra aur Kirtimaan Raja Satyak ke putra, Yaduvanshi Shaineya Yuyudhaawan Satyashree, Veshvaas mei 64 kala sikhne jaayenge."

The command hung in the air, heavy with implications. They had come all this way, shrouded in secrecy, evading the eyes of the city. And now, for the sake of these women, for their desire for respect, Satyashree was ready to stake his own reputation by associating himself with them.

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Ise kehte hai ✨ SOFT POWER ✨ ka sadupyog 🌝

And for those who don't know Shaineya (शैनेय) means descendant of Shini ✨