Authors POV

Authors pov

[Dwapara yug ]

Kalinga Kingdom,

In the banks of River ganga a Brahmin named Harihar was worshipping God Surya naryana, Harihar was the local temple priest , a wise man and devoted worshiper.

"Oh Lord Surya naryana bless my kingdom." He whispered joining his hand praying to Lord Surya naryana.

After completing his prayers he turned around to head to his home when something caught his eyes in side of shore laying in middle of waves.

Harihar first could not understand what it was, was it a creature of River but those creatures rarely ever come close to the shore let alone on the shore where fish hunters can easily hunt them.

Narrowing his eyes in curiousity , he slowly walked towards the creature, as he neared he could understand that it was a humam , is that fisherman he thought but at this hour in the morning very rarely anybody is on the river.

He kneeled down and gently turned the figure around and immediately gasped ," oh Lord Naryana." The Brahmin muttered in shock.

There laid a fair maiden , her dark hairs wet by the rivers struck to her brushed face , dusky figure littered with injuries and wounds , skin pale and blue from cold.

Harihar didn't know what to do , he could barely make if the maiden was still alive, he didn't expect his morning prayer to be turned into this kind of encounter. He near his finger towards her nose and sighed in relief seeing the slow breath.

Harihar instantly know he have to save the young maiden, goddess Ganga had given her responsibility to him and not only that looking at the helpless face of the girl made him feel sympathy for her.

He gently picked her up then only noticing her strange attire for the first time but not paying attention to it he started to walk towards his house in the forest, but he spotted a jewelry in the sand thinking it was of the girl, he picked it up and continued his journey.

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"Shushala!!! Shushala immediately come here." Harihar shouted laying the girl on the floor on a mat.

A middle aged woman immediately entered the hut and gasped seeing the wounded girl.

"Āryaa who is." The women Shushala wife of the Brahmin asked. 

( Āryaputra (आर्यपुत्र, “noble one’s son”) refers to a specific “mode of address” (nāman) used in drama (nāṭya), according to Nāṭyaśāstra chapter 19. Āryaputra is used by all women in their youth to address their husband,)

"I found her near in the banks River ganga during my prayers , the discussion will be done later, go Quickly call the Vaidyaraj." Harihar said wiping the blood from the girl's face.

In few minutes Shushala come running with Vaidyaraj, who's eyes widened looking at the girl's condition,

"Oh Naryana Brahmin Mahod , Purohit ji where did you find this girl , it's looking she has been injured badly." The Vaidyaraj said while tending her wounds.

"Don't know Vaidyaraj I found her on the banks of River ganga during my morning prayers." Harihar said.

"It's a miracle itself that she is still alive, I have applying some medicine but her conscious will take time to return." Vaidyaraj said applying green paste on the injuries.

"Vaidyaraj I have a request, please until the girl regain her conscious and and somewhat heal, please make sure no air about her gets out of this house, it's my request to you." Harihar said joining his hands, he didn't wanted anyone to know about the girl arrival it will surely create rumour and if that reach King ear then the girl will be dragged in to the Royal cour for legal inquiries, and he wanted the girl to be in peace until she heals , Naryana know in what mental condition she will wake up.

Vaidyaraj nodded agreeing to his request.

After escorting Vaidyaraj Harihar returned to see his wife caressing the girl's hair. " Poor child , don't know which unfortunate event led her to this condition, but I m glad you found her." Shushala said lovingly.

Harihar nodded but what he found strange was the attire the girl wearing it was not something the women's wore nor any man, the attire itself was in strange shape.

"What are you thinking." Shushala asked seeing her husband deep in thoughts.

" There is something strange about the girl Shushala, look at her clothes I have never seen these kinds of outfits in my life , also I found this strange looking jewelry besides her in the shore it must belong to her." Harihar said showing her the gold chain with strange shape and a red stone.

Shushala looked at the unconscious bruised face of the girl and sighed," I don't care if something is strange about her Aryaputra, all I know is Naryana has finally listened to my years long prayers of feeling motherhood, and this girl is a blessing from Naryana itself and unless she herself wents to leave I m not letting her go anywhere." Shushala said determine gentling caressing her hairs with motherly touch.

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A week has passed since the arrival of the mystery girl in the lives of the Brahmin couples, they took care of the girl like their own child along with making sure no one knows about her.

Anyone who visited them was feed with the made story that she was family who come to visit them but was attacked by a group of demons along the way.

Shushala who was returned home carrying water froze in her steps seeing the girl's finger tips slowly moving indicating her upcoming consciousness.

Shushala immediately rushed to her side and caressed her hair gently," It's okay child , slowly open your eyes , slowly." She soothingly told her.

The girl slowly opened her eyes and was greeted with a entirely new world which awaited her every step with thorns on the way and wounds on the heart.

The world of Dharma and Karma ( righteousness and karma )

The world which had gods and legends

The world which every mortal worshiped in their life

The world where brothers fought against brothers.

The world were mother's lost their children

The world were a women was humiliated

The world where the mother of all wars was fought

The world of Mahabharata.

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Soo the journey begins , shower with lots of comments and votes to join me on this journey.