The Last Rudra

As the sun lost its blush, the sound of trumpets, conch shells, and nagadas (Indian drums) vibrated the wind of Minaak. The sound was so loud it could be heard from miles in all directions. The door of Minaak burst open and the priests from the spirit shrines all clad in blood-red robes rushed out like a fiery river of the dragon land, in thier hands were the Sāṁvartaka flames roaring and dancing at mahanaad (loud sound). Behind them was walking, Oman and his ardhangini (better half) Padma adorned in all 16 adornments like a newly wedded bride. The glistening sweat drops were pearls on her moon face.  If Padma was the epitome of gracefulness and beauty, Oman was the embodiment of manliness. His lion-like neck, broad shoulders, and 56 inches chest on which the blue angvastram (men stole) was gloating was  inspiring awe in the hearts of his enemies. The people of Minaak couldn't help but praise thier brave king who had refused to accept the conqueror's ways and was still following Old Ways.

Filled with the pride, they started shouting, 

"Hail to Maharaj Oman!! Hail to Maharani Padma!" The loud sound shook the city and the lofty prince who had come from Atlantia. 

"How dare they to call him Maharaj? " A storm erupted in Tissa's  ocean blues eyes. "It must be his order to disrespect me and His majesty." He said; his nostril flaring like a beast. 

"He is Maharaj of Garuna. According to the treaty Riga, the great, had signed after the battle of Tarian, Atlantia would never interfere in the state business of Guruna, nor would it meddle with thier faiths. Scion of Manu would rule Garuna as ever, under the same title." Sakuni explained as he watched the procession, going to worship Inna (sun)  the ancestor of all, according to Old Ways. 

The two royal guests were riding in a chariot, while thier entourage was trailing behind them. 

"What kind of fucking Victory it was! " 

"Language! Prince." Sakuni said; his tone had steel. "The very  victory that gives you the right to cuss while standing in the capital of Garuna. Don't dwell over what your ancestor did. He had his limitations. Winning a state was one matter but to keep it under control was another. He didn't have the Vimaanas to cross over thousands of yojanas in a day or two with his whole army as you and His majesty Aslan have now. Moreover, it wasn't really a victory. If Lord Of Kalingan hadn't betrayed his years long friendship, you might've not born in this world. So don't ever criticize your great ancestor. It's your task to complete what he had started. I think I have gone over this at least a hundred times already." 

Tissa clenched his fists, but uttered nothing. As if every word from his mentor was arrow shot at his heart. He shoothed his anger by fixing his gaze at Padma, whose thin waist was swaying gracefully. 

"Did Lucus finish his task or he too had been  whoring like you all the time?" Sakuni asked. 

Tissa's lower lip quivered. He cursed again the whore, Vasantasena for telling on him. He needed to settle his score with her. The memory of  the city bride made his cock hard. 

Before they had left Atlantia, Sakuni had warned him not fuck his Vish-Kanyas, especially Vasantasena. And when Tissa asked why the old man had no answer. Tissa could guess the reason. 

The codger thought Vis-Kanyas were his personal properties, and were not for sharing. The thought resented Tissa so much that as soon as he got the chance he had plucked the forbidden fruit. 

" There is no need to bring that up over and over again." the prince said, anger written all over his shiny face, "As for Lucas' task, he had completed it with some loose threads. "

Sakuni didn't seem to notice the prince's annoyance. 

"Some loose threads are acceptable. But why was he not at the last meeting?" asked he, while eying  Vasu who was trailing behind his sister along with his son Ambhik. 

"He was keeping an eye on Oman's son, " Tissa replied.  The boy had piqued his interest. A twelve years old master smith was a startling achievement. And according to his eyes in the castle, he seemed a good warrior too. The codger had refused to comment on this oddity. 

Tissa gave a side glance to Sakuni whose face had turned grim. Sure enough, the old codger was hiding something from him.

"Tonight at the meeting, I want you to assure Oman's vassals "

As the sun lost its blush, the sound of trumpets, conch shells, and nagadas (Indian drums) vibrated the wind of Minaak. The sound was so loud it could be heard from miles in all directions. The door of Minaak burst open and the priests from the spirit shrines all clad in blood-red robes rushed out like a fiery river of the dragon land, in thier hands were the Sāṁvartaka flames roaring and dancing at mahanaad (loud sound). Behind them was walking, Oman and his ardhangini (better half) Padma adorned in all 16 adornments like a newly wedded bride. The glistening sweat drops were pearls on her moon face.  If Padma was the epitome of gracefulness and beauty, Oman was the embodiment of manliness. His lion-like neck, broad shoulders, and 56 inches chest on which the blue angvastram (men stole) was gloating was  inspiring awe in the hearts of his enemies. The people of Minaak couldn't help but praise thier brave king who had refused to accept the conqueror's ways and was still following Old Ways.

Filled with the pride, they started shouting, 

"Hail to Maharaj Oman!! Hail to Maharani Padma!" The loud sound shook the city and the lofty prince who had come from Atlantia. 

"How dare they to call him Maharaj? " A storm erupted in Tissa's  ocean blues eyes. "It must be his order to disrespect me and His majesty." He said; his

nostril flaring like a beast. 

"He is Maharaj of Garuna. According to the treaty Riga, the great, had signed after the battle of Tarian, Atlantia would never interfere in the state business of Guruna, nor would it meddle with thier faiths. Scion of Manu would

ld rule Garuna as ever, under the same title." Sakuni explained as he watched the procession, going to worship Inna (sun)  the ancestor of all, according to Old Ways. 

The two royal guests were riding in a chariot, while thier entourage was trailing behind them. 

"What kind of fucking Victory it was! " 

"Language! Prince." Sakuni said; his tone had steel. "The very victory that gives you the right to cuss while standing in the capital of Garuna. Don't dwell over what your ancestor did. He had his limitations. Winning a state was one matter but to keep it under control was another. He didn't have the Vimaanas to cross over thousands of yojanas in a day or two with his whole army as you and His majesty Aslan have now. Moreover, it wasn't really a victory. If Lord Of Kalingan hadn't betrayed his years-long friendship, y

ou might've not born in this world. So don't ever criticize your great ancestor. It's your task to complete what he had started. I think I have gone over this at least a hundred times already." 

Tissa clenched his fists but uttered nothing. As if every word from his mentor was an arrow shot at his heart. He soothed his anger by fixing his gaze at Padma, whose thin waist was swaying gracefully. 

"Did Lucus finish his task or he to

o had been  whoring like you all the time?" Sakuni asked. 

Tissa's lower lip quivered. He cursed again the whore, Vasantasena for telling on him. He needed to settle his score with her. The memory of the city bride made his cock hard. 

Before they had left Atlantia, Sakuni had warned him not fuck his Vish-Kanyas, especially

Vasantasena. And when Tissa asked why the old man had no answer. Tissa could guess the reason. 

The codger thought Vis-Kanyas were his pers

onal properties and were not for

sharing. The thought resented Tissa so much that as soon as he got the chance he had plucked the forbidden fruit. 

" There is no need to bring that up over and over again." the prince said, anger written all over his shiny face, "As for Lucas'

task, he had completed it with some loose threads. "

Sakuni didn't seem to notice the prince's annoyance. 

"Some loose threads are acceptable. But why was he not at the last meeting?" asked he, while eying  Vasu who was tra

iling behind his sister along with his son Ambhik. 

"He was keeping an eye on Oman's son, " Tissa replied.  The boy had piqued his interest. A twelve years old master smith was a startling achievement. And according to his eyes in the castle, he seemed a good warrior too.

The codger had refused to comment on this oddity. 

Tissa gave a side glance to Sakuni whose face had turned grim. Sure enough, the old codger was hiding something from him.

"Tonight at the meeting, I want you to assure Oman's vassals "