Amarsri had taken Budh to Prithvi Lok, at the Kingdom of Bahlika. As they walked he got confused as to where was she taking him.

"Budh, Sukumar jungle ke baare mei suna hai ?" Amarsri asked.

"Ha Mata, woh Mata Parvati ka van hai jaha Mahadev ke atirikt aur koi bhi purush pravesh nahi kar sakta." Budh said.

"Kintu ek baar ek purush ne pravesh kiya tha." Amarsri said.

"Kisne ?" Budh asked suprised.

"Raja Ikshvaku ke bhai Sudyumn ne." Amarsri said.

"Kintu kyu ?" Budh asked.

"Woh akhet hetu jungle mei aaye the, ek mrigh ka picha karte karte galti se Sukumar Van mei pravesh kar gaye." Amarsri said.

"Fir kya huya ?" Budh asked.

"Woh aur unka ashwa, dono ka ling-parivartan ho gaya. Aur woh stree ban gaye. Unhone Mahadev se sahayata maangi aur unhone kaha ki ek maas hetu Sudyumn stree ke roop mei rahenge aur dusre maas purush ke roop mei. Aur kaha ki jab har maas unka ling parivartan hoga, tab pehle ling ki sabhi smritiya unhe vismaran ho jayegi." Amarsri said.

"Arthat ek ling mei unhone kya kiya woh dusre ling mei unhe nahi smaran hoga ?" Budh asked.

"Satya vachan. Tabse Maharaj Sudyumn har dusre maas ek stree ban jate hai, jinme unka naam hota hai Ila." Amarsri said.

"Toh kaha hai yeh abhi ?" Budh asked.

"Woh dekho." Amarsri said pointing at a woman, surrounded by her attendants.

She was as radiant as the sun, long hair that reached below her slender waist, her face so beautiful that it seemed to be carved by Vishwakarma himself, and her cheeks were rosy but nothing compared to her red lips.

"Woh hai Ila." Amarsri said.

Budh became breathless by witnessing such beauty in front of him.

"Kaha tha na, parmatma ne sabke liye kisi ko banaya hai." Amarsri smiled and vanished.

Budh was not the only one falling in love, Jalasya too was ever since she returned back home.

"Kumari, aapko kabhi Shreeshaktiswar jaisa premi prapt nahi ho sakta." Charumati said.

"Kyu nahi mil sakta ? Kya kami hai mujhme ?" Jalasya asked.

"Aapme kami nahi hai Kumari, baat bas itni hai ki Shreeshaktiswar adwitya hai. Unke jaisa vishwa mei koi nahi. Fir koi aapko waisa prem kaise de sakta hai jaisa Shreeshaktiswar Harihareshwari ko karte hai." Charumati reasoned.

"Yadi mujhe Shreeshaktiswar jaisa premi prapt nahi ho sakta toh mujhe swayam Shreeshaktiswar hi chaiye, mai unhi se vivah karungi !" Jalasya proclaimed.

"Kintu Kumari woh aapse vivah kaise karenge jab woh keval Harihareshwari se prem karte hai ?" Charu asked.

"Mai unki tapasya karungi, unhe prasann kar unki sewa karne ka vardaan mangungi. Purn nishtha se unki sewa karungi, ek dum devi Amarsri ke bhati, jisse unhe mujhse prem ho hi jayega." Jalasya said.

Charumati shook her head, because she knew Srinav will never marry anyone besides Amarsri.

"Aur fir mai unki Vamangi kehlayungi." Jalasya said.

"Kintu unki Vamangi toh Harihareshwari pehle se hai." Charu said.

"Oh. Koi Baat nahi. Aisa hai toh mai unke hridaye par raj karungi. Hridaye swamini kehlayungi mai." Jalasya smiled.

She giggled as she imagined herself getting married to Shreeshaktiswar.

"Mai aaj se hi unka tap aarambh karungi." Jalasya proclaimed going outside.

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Oi ! Jalasya ! Srinav ki patni, vamangi, Hridaye-swamini, best friend, just friend, more than a friend, best friend forever, companion, lover, eternal lover, admirer *takes a breath* sab kuch Amarsri hi hai !

Fun Fact - Ila is considered to be the goddess of speech.

Budh had accepted Ila as his wife and Sudyumna as his disciple. Their son was Puruvas, from there the Chandravansh started.