The entire realm trembled as Srinav descended from his vahan, Jaladri. His fierce eyes blazed with anger as he landed on the ground. Shukracharya realized the gravity of his actions as he saw the wrath in Srinav's eyes. Every step he took echoed like thunder, causing the ground to shake beneath his feet. His aura exuded power and authority, striking fear into all who beheld him.

Srinav's eyes blazed with fury as he extended his hand, summoning a dangerous khadag into his grasp. The sword glinted menacingly in the sunlight, its sharp edges ready to strike. The very essence of power emanated from Srinav as he closed in on Shukracharya with a purposeful stride.

"Tumhara dussahas kaise huya mere hi lok mei aake meri patni ko shraap dene ka ?!" Srinav's voice was a low growl as he spoke, his anger barely contained.

Shukracharya, now bewildered realized the grave mistake he had made in cursing Amarsri. But how could he make such a mistake ? How could he have cursed Amarsri, the one he revered as a mother figure? Regret gnawed at his heart, as he realized the gravity of his impulsive words.

The sight of Srinav advancing, his weapon gleaming with a deadly light, sent Shukracharya stepping backward in fear. He sensing the impending danger, instinctively tried to use his powers to halt Srinav's advance.

"Pitadev meri baat suniye..." Desperation filled his eyes as he conjured a barrier of energy to block Srinav's path, but the god's determination was unwavering.

But as the barrier formed and extended towards Srinav, it shattered into a million pieces upon nearing him, unable to withstand the sheer force of Shreeshaktishwar's presence.

With each breath, Srinav drew nearer to Shukracharya, his towering figure casting a foreboding shadow over the trembling ground. The air crackled with tension as he raised the khadag high above his head, ready to strike. Shukracharya, realizing the gravity of his actions, stood frozen in disbelief as Srinav's wrathful form loomed over him.

Just as Srinav was on the verge of delivering his rage-filled retribution, Amarsri bravely stepped in front of her husband, reaching out to hold his hand, preventing the impending strike and pleading for restraint in the face of overwhelming anger.

"Shaant ho jaaye, Srinav." She said.

Srinav's seething gaze softened momentarily as he looked into his wife's eyes, his fury tempered by her presence.

"Nahi Devi." He said, "Isne aapko shraap dene ka dussahas kiya hai !"

"Woh humare putra-samaan hai, priya. Krodh vyakt karne ka adhikaar hai Shukra ko." Amarsri said.

Srinav's expression shifted slightly, a flicker of concern and love crossing his face as he beheld Amarsri standing before him, still bravely protecting the Asurguru. Shukracharya lowered his gaze, as he struggled to comprehend his own actions. How could he have let his anger overtake him so completely ? As he looked at Amarsri, he realized the depth of his mistake. The love he had always felt for her, the reverence he held for the mother of the Navgrah, now seemed tainted by his impulsive actions.

The weight of his curse bore down on him, a heavy burden that he knew he could never undo. Regret washed over him like a tidal wave, threatening to drown him in its depths. How could he have been so blind, so foolish, to lash out at the one he revered so much ?

Shukracharya sank to his knees, his head bowed in shame, as he prayed for forgiveness for the irreparable damage he had caused, "Kshama kare Mata... Kshama karde...."

Amarsri turned to face him, her eyes reflecting a mixture of sadness and understanding. The gentle breeze carried the echoes of his regret as she extended a hand towards him, offering him solace and forgiveness.

"Sab niyati ke aadhin hai, Shukra. Awashya yeh bhi Pitashree ke leela ka hi ek bhaag hai. Tum swayam ko doshi mat samjho, tum keval ek nimit maatra the." She said.

Shukracharya felt a wave of relief wash over him as he looked up at her, grateful for her compassion despite his grievous mistake. Meanwhile, Srinav looked at the other direction, the khadag vanishing from his hands. Though his gaze remained averted, a sense of understanding flickered in his eyes. He knew the depth of Shukracharya's regret and the sincerity of his plea for forgiveness.

Amarsri's eyes were filled with compassion as she reached out and gently held his shoulders, lifting him to his feet. Shukracharya looked at her with hope in his eyes, unable to comprehend the depth of her forgiveness.

"Mujhe prayaschit ka avsar de, Mata." He said.

In an act of atonement, Shukracharya raised his hands in a gesture of blessing, and said, "Yadi maine jeevan bhar, guru hone ke sabhi daitwa nishthapurn nibhaye hai, toh mere dwara diya gaya yeh shraap keval 14 varsho tak rahega. Aur fir yeh aapke avatar hetu ek vardaan ke samaan ho jaayega."

Amarsri smiled weakly as she listened to his words with a sense of serenity. She understood his inner turmoil and the weight of his actions, yet harbored no anger in her heart.

"Ab jaao, Shukra." She said, "Jo hona hai, woh hi hoga."

Amarsri gave him a nod, a silent reassurance passing between them. With a heavy heart, Shukracharya bid farewell to Amarsri, his spirit burdened yet somewhat lighter knowing that he had sought forgiveness and made amends for his impulsive actions. He disappeared into thin air.

Amarsri then turned to look at Srinav, she noticed his previously stern expression soften as he gazed off into the distance. His clenched fists loosened, revealing vulnerability in his demeanor. The anger that had clouded his features just moments ago seemed to dissipate, replaced by a profound sadness.

Drawing closer, Amarsri saw tears glistening in his eyes, shimmering like diamonds in the sunlight filtering through the garden.

"Srinav ?" Whispering his name softly, she reached out a trembling hand towards him.

Slowly, he turned to face her, his gaze meeting hers with a vulnerability she had never seen before. Without a word, he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as he finally allowed himself to release the pent-up sorrow that had been building within him. His silent sobs embodied his empathy and sorrow for the curse that had befallen his beloved.

Amarsri, with a serene expression, looked into his eyes with unwavering strength and love. She placed her hand on his cheek, gently wiping away his tears, a sense of calm and resilience emanating from her being.

"Shaant, Srinav." She whispered.

Tears stream down his face as he clings to her, his sobs echoing through the serene surroundings. As Srinav's tears fall onto her shoulders, Amarsri gently strokes his back, offering him a silent comfort in the midst of their shared anguish.

Cupping her face gently, he gazes into her eyes with profound tenderness, his heart breaking at the thought of her impending fate. Long ago, he too had gotten a similar curse, he knew very well how empty it feels to forget oneself and live a life that seems meaningless.

"Keval 14 varsho ki toh baat hai." Amarsri said.

Srinav shook his head, "Jo jeevan maine treta mei jiya tha, mai nahi chaahta waisa arth-heen jeevan aap ek kshan hetu bhi vyatit kare...... Saral nahi hai Amarsri, jab vyakti swayam ko bhul jata hai.... Jeevan vyarth lagta hai, karm vyarth lagte hai..."

"Mujh par vishwas rakhiye." She said softly, "Yadi Ishwar ki yeh iccha hai, toh kisi uttam udeshya hetu hi hogi."

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Acche mood se jaa raha tha Srinav apna avatar lene.... Lekin niyati ko kuch aur hi manzur tha...

*Ignore the fact ki yaha niyati maine likhi hai* 👀🔪