"Probably the most terrible descision your inner indignation ever took.....Maharani." Came a mocking voice from the distant end which didn't help much in blenching Dhriti in sparing Viranth's still alive yet lifeless body until.....until her inner warmth and grace prickled as she heard a familiar primal scream, rebelling against the brassy and unpleasant manly voice.

"Vaishnavi?" A whisper escaped Dhriti's shivering lips as her excruciating gaze followed the voice.

"Not only Vaishnavi. PanchaliPutra Shatanik too." Dantvakra gave out an ugly chuckle sliding aside as a man walked in, with Shatanik's unconscious body lying ruthlessly in his arms, revealing himself to be none other than Chitraksh.

"Don't spare any of them Maa, they all are duplicitous!" Vaishnavi crookedly uttered, with her hands tied behind in Dantvakra's grip.

"Speaking more won't make you any superior to me. Better stay silent and prepare yourself to watch your mother destruct down in turmoil." Dantvakra forcefully whispered to Vaishnavi.

"Karusha Naresh! Your enmity has crossed paths with me and my actions. Push back my children to safety and gather your strength to face me right way." Dhriti shot up after a while, her eyes still unable to blink away from Vaishnavi's inflicting agitation.

"You ferociously knocked down Yuvraj Viranth in prolonged unconsciousness. What do you expect us to do with your daughter and your nephew, Maharani?" Chitraksh sneered from the other side, sharing a laugh with the delusional one.

"It was my omission and inaccuray that even after committing such a big royal treason last time, I spared your life in the name of humanity, believing that you'll change for good." Dhriti sighed, lifting up her imposing foot from Viranth's insipid figure.

"But not now. I won't let my mercy make a mistake in discerning your filthy colors this time." Dhriti started approaching him with a heavy walk, simultaneously adjusting her flaired weapon.

It was a Broadsword, shining even in the dark, cloud covered landscape as if fashioned from the brilliant rays of the hiding sun. The broad silvery metal was now heated up till its feeble end, not because of the sun's warmth but because of the uncontrollable elusive vivacity outpouring Dhriti's own body.

"If you have even a bit of faith on your wiseness and valor, step back Maharani. You aren't aware of the boon granted to me." Dantavkra raised his sword, his other arm trying to oppose Vaishnavi's attempts of constant resistance.

"And you aren't aware of the power I posses.
There's still some time left, Karusha Naresh.
Leave behind all your vanity, ego, deception, greed and all the sins committed in the past and seek refugee." Dhriti warned, trying to maintain the peace expecting him to surrender to her mercy.

"I am Karusha Naresh Dantvakra. Blessed with an elusive boon of Adi Prajapati Brahma Dev. No matter what, I'll always rise undefeated. No battle ground and no weapon can defeat me.
And you expect me to seek refugee that too at some woman's feet?" He yanked his coarse yowl.

"Then don't waste your last moments resonating your worthless speeches with your shallow ego.
Lift your weapon away from my daughter and let it clash with mine." Dhriti finally monitioned him for a duel.

"I have no obligation to follow the Kshatriya Dharma and its righteous limitations, unlike you.
I'm well aware that if I have to duel against you to climb the victory of revenge, I must use deceit." Dantvakra replied with a laugh, surrounding himself with occult illuminations.

"Beware Maharani, if you fail to disarm and defeat me, I'll agitate and impair Rajkumari in such a way that not only Aryavart, but no one in the entire Trilok would be able to cure her." Dantvakra dexterously threatened as his powers made him grow in size, with elaborate weapons highlighting the deep rope cuts on Vaishnavi's tender arms who stood fixed his grip.

"Maa!!" Vaishnavi's low voice anxiously cracked as she cried out .

"Don't worry Vaishnavi. Whoever threatened and attempted to harm you, would breathe their last right here." Dhriti assured, restraining herself from shedding her warm tears as her blazing orbs traced themselves away from her child's wounds, directly piercing with those of Dantvakra.

"Don't give a fallacious reassurance to your daughter, Maharani. I have the power to keep twenty more like Vaishnavi as my daasis and maidservants." He bluntly spatted.

"Enough Karusha Naresh!
I deem you unworthy of experiencing this Jagat Janani's mercy." Dhriti authoratively raised her hand. Her powerful shrill darkened even the hue of the noon sky as she manifested in her original form. Her luminance and blazing four arms outgrew Dantvakra and his shallow glory while Vaishnavi's squinted orbs earnestly on looked the godly sight in front of her without making an effort to understand anything else.

"Maa.....Mata-Mata Lakshmi...." An inaudible muffle still escaped her trembling lips as she tried to unite her palms tied back to knot against Dantvakra's strong grip.

"Dantvakra! You've not only taken an undue advantage of my kindness but have also committed a grave sin of questioning a woman's modesty.
You have tried to hurt and insult the innocence of my daughter.
You have tarnished the meaning of both Bhakti and Shakti by selfishly and wrongly implementing the boon granted by Brahma Dev.
Today, neither your boon nor your stealth will spare you from being punished for all your misdeeds." Mahalakshmi's words echoed through the rustly coarse landscape as she directed her weapons, approaching a still malignantly egoistic Dantvakra.

"No Shri! You're not supposed to disfavour his destiny." A heavenly yet quivering voice interrupt Lakshmi's inner menace.

"Devi Saraswati! He has attempted to hurt my children, questioned my perseverance and committed innumerable mistakes in the past. Sparing him this time would be a disfavour to Dharma itself!" Came a striking reply from Chanchala, whose voice didn't sound agile anymore.

"Devi, you are the start and the end of this endless nature. You are the nurturer of your dearest beings. Don't let your anger out pour and overpower your tender veils of warmth.
Try to recall the boon granted Brahma Dev to Dantvakra. He cannot be defeated by any weapons Devi, nor can you disarm and overpower him whilst standing on the bare battlefield." The bearer of wisdom slowly smiled, feeling the softened look into Shri's blazing orbs.

"Your far-sighted and composed sagacity has enlighted the rightful way towards it Devi, what would've I done without your judgement, O Sharada?" Thankfulness gently quivered on Shri's face, softening her furious features further as a sigh of relief peacefully glided over the countenance of the two Shakti Swaroopins.

"Devi Lakshmi." Dantvakra, after a trail of hidden precarious silence, alouded with a sneering laughter.

"Your duty influences over granting material prosperity, wealth, auspiciousness and nothing else. Armouring yourself with these cosmic weapons won't make you any greater than my invincible boon." He pointed out.

"Chitraksh, move away from here and witness how I drown this Yadav clan and their benevolent women in an ocean of Harrow. Take my son towards safety." Dantvakra continued, repeatedly hurting a woman's dignity, purposely wanting to invoke the Mother-goddess out shining in front of him.

"Demonstrate your power and steadfastness to someone else, Devi Lakshmi. I am not someone who will get apprehensive and struck by your roop darshan." Dantvakra lifted his head back, to face Devi Lakshmi standing serenely, as if waiting for Dantvakra to fill the vessel of his transgressions by himself.

"Say something Mata. Give a conspicuous answer to this wicked man." Vaishnavi pleaded with that left over beam of expect in her eyes a they twinkled at her mother's exquisite form.

"What will she speak when she has got nothing to say now? Your mother too will leave this battlefield like her Ranchod husband." He laughed, ruthlessly afflicting Vaishnavi's arms.

"Maun ho jao Dantvakra!
If your utter one more word against my Nath, I'll destroy the entire bhulok along with you!" Devi Lakshmi warned him for the terminal time. Dantvakra' kaal gradually approaching his end as the ultimate shrill of her cosmic voice silenced the mighty waves hitting the cold shore.

"Why are you dawdling and loitering your cadence when you're aware you cannot vanquish me. You can't even conquer half of my powers." Dantvakra chuckled, realigning his unassuming sword.

"Every problem contains within itself the seeds of its own solution. Just like you and you pride are the seeds of your own destruction." A subtle simper inched the lustrous face of Devi Lakshmi as she fronted herself facing the vast horizon of the ocean with its hard hitting waves now silenced to a numb.

"Hey Samudra Dev! I, Devi Lakshmi, your daughter Sindhuja is evocating you.
Darshan dijiye Pitaji, sahayta kijiye." Her slender, painted hands immediately united, folding themselves in front of the huge waves, now ceased in their movements.

Imagine the actual scene.

"Samudra Dev, if you won't accept my calls today, I'll cease the elements of this prakriti. I'll punish myself if this adharmi isn't merged with his end." Her gaze strikes back at Dantvakra whose eyes followed the eruptions around him.

"Which father would turn a deaf ear to his daughter's painful cries? I'm here in front of you Shri. Tell me, what caused you such an affliction that you ceased the might waves to mere silence. Which agony dulled the lustre of this Prakriti?" Samudra dev rose through the oceanic blues, concerned with the scene in front of his eyes.

"This adharmi needs to be freed from the boon of brahma dev in order to give him the retribution of all his sins." Sindhuja pointed out at Dantvakra's grimmed face.

"You cannot defeat-" He begun his facile vocations.

"I can Karusha Naresh. Infact, we both can. Do not take the absence of Dwarkadheesh as a mere opportunity to overpower her. You're pridefully covered eyes are unaware of her millions of manifestations." Samudra Dev cut his platter without the absence of time.

"Shri, as destined, I'll help you in perishing this callous demon. But before that, you need to persevere these waves who are ceased to this quietude in your anguish." Samudra dev turned towards a confound looking Sindhuja, who ultimately nodded in agreement.

The merry glance of Sindhuja restored the mighty waves back in the momentum as Dantvakra's perplexity increased with each wave, upon Samudra Dev's command, rising higher than the previous one, engulfing the four of them inside its indiscriminate overlay.

"What captivating sorcery is this? You will drown all of us Samudra Dev!" Dantvakra trembled in terror with the strong wave currents hindering his movements.

"Not all of us Dantvakra, these tides will drown you. Get rid of your blindfold of pride and look around. I am Sindhu Naresh. These waves are the results of my tendency. This Trilok Swamini standing in front of you is my daughter Sindhuja. No child will harm its eternal mother." Samudra Dev decently spoke to Dantvakra's added trepidation as he struggled with the water slowly inundating him.

"Maa! How will I last under these tides, Maa?" Vaishnavi wailed in an instant.

"This nature is a part of me putri, it will never harm you and won't let anyone else to that either. Open your eyes Vaishnavi, you'll find me everywhere." An assuring smile quickly flashed over Lakshmi's face, easing Vaishnavi down in realization.

"We haven't even bespoke our entire gallantry, Karusha Naresh and look, these trifling tides have already disarmed you and your vainglory.

"Perceive yourself for the concluding time Dantvakra, for right now you're engulfed in these waves. Neither on the battlefield, nor on the front line." Devi Lakshmi repeated his boon, closely approaching his humiliated body.

"Neither with any astra, nor with any shastra, neither on the battlefield nor on the land of death, today I shal slay you and your sins."

"First of all by desiring the adversity of my kingdom, then by questioning my modesty and abilities, hurting the dignity of this nari jaati, and then afflicting my daughter, comparing her to your maidservants and by ultimately ridiculing my Narayan, you have ignited the flames of anger and wrath.

Today, without the aid of any weapon, the vivacity of my anger will lead to your slaughter." Devi Lakshmi's declaration rung throughout like a war cry.

Her sight, fixed on Dantavakra, blazed like pure flames of a yagya. Those angry eyes were her pain untold. Those angry eyes are were her shield and sword, gathering for clouds of a rainfall she never wanted to witness.

Within no time, the boiled up rage, aiming the one who deserved it, shot itself, havocing and slaughtering the pivot of all sins.

Such was Mahalakshmi. The one whose flaming will is just enough to burn down someone who, in absence of their spiritual consciousness, commit grave sins innumerably.

Vaishnavi spectated the turning of Dantvakra into ashes with her bare eyes. With the restricting grip on her arms relive into none, the endless sky eased into a trance of tranquility as Samudra Dev effortlessly picked this little girl into his arms, posting back to the bare sea shore where Shri, stood still, her restless orbs trying to have a glimpse of Shatanik.

"Maa! Maa....." Vaishnavi wailed with undecided emotions as she ran towards Shri.

Imagine the scene 2.0

"Vaishnavi...." Chanchala lovingly called out, shut her eyes in relief as she pulled her close.

"Devi Lakshmi! What did you do to my pitashree? Where is he?" Viranth weakly rose to his feet, with Chitraksh smirking beside him.

"Karusha Naresh is now Yamlok vaasi, paying for his deeds." Shri opened her eyes, matching the smirk plastered on Chitraksh's face.

"She has slaughtered my father and mercilessly burned him down into ashes. Vengeanate this holocaust Chitraksh, put an end to this pivot of all prowess!" Viranth attempted to yell, directing Chitraksh to raise a weapon against her.

"Shri!" Samudra dev cautioned her.

"Are you in a haste to reach Yamalok too, Chitraksh?" Chanchala entreated as Vaishnavi clutched closer to her waist.

"Do not get so lost in retribution and hatred that you will abandon all your limits." Devi Lakshmi warned, seeing Chitraksh approach with his weapon.

"You or your daughter Vaishnavi....Whom should I behead first?" He flaunted his sword, hand to hand disregarding the blazing speed appearing in Lakshmi's one hand while the other one placed protectively on Vaishnavi's head.

"Enough Chitraksh! Enough of your brazen disregard.
Close your eyes Vaishnavi." She slowly mumbled.

"Tell me whom should I decapacitate first?" He laughed audaciously.

"Yourself!" Devi Lakshmi testified, separating Chitraksh's head away from his body.

"Those who do not contemplate and abide with Dharm and modesty, even mrityu dand isn't enough to punish them for their misdeeds.
Speak Viranth, even after all this, if there is still a flame of vengeance ignited withing you, then let me extinguish it!" She further loured at him.

"No! No Devi. O Sindhuja, I've discerned your supremacy in the three worlds. I seek refuge at your feet Devi, wash away all my sins and set me free." Viranth feel down st her feet, sniveling in tears.

"Where is Shatanik?" She questioned with the same rage.

"He's safe and all right. Shatanik has endured no pain." He stuttered while assuring.

"Don't forget how he treated you Mata. Don't forgive him." Vaishnavi silently pleaded in her arms.

"Whoever seeks my shelter with realization, it's my duty to give them refuge, putri." Chanchala smiled at her.

"Go Viranth, return to from where you came, before every other person knows about your malicious acts." She authoritatively ordered as the latter quickly bailed out.

"Shri, putri, now it's to manifest back to your humanly form and restore everything in Dwarka." Samudra Dev spoke up with a smile.

"Wait Samudra Dev! No mata! Not before you tell me the entire truth. What is my reality and what association do I have with you Mata?
Aapke Mul roop ka darshan dijiye Mata." Vaishnavi pulled apart, pleading with folded hands.

"Avashya Putri. After all, how can I deny your wishes?" Chanchala beamed, coming back to her mula roop as Vaishnavi felt her surrounding go silent. Just her and Shri. Her eyes were blind to everything else around.

She gulped back her tears, slowly kneeling down at Shri's lotus feet with a smile of fulfilment studded on her face.

"Ask Vaishnavi, what do you want to know?" Shri smiled.

"What kinds deeds had I committed that I obtained you as my mother, Mata?" Tears rolled down her smiling face.

"I am the mother of the entire universe Putri. Whoever, with complete surrender and devotions calls me Mata, I nurture and protect him as my own child." She answered.

"There are soo many children of yours, steadfastly devoted to you with utmost loyalty then why me Mata, why am I gifted to ne known as gour daughter?
What is my reality Mata?" Vaishnavi's eyes sparked for an answer.

"You are the jewel of Dwarka, Vaishnavi.
Tour innocence, your self–" Shri's lips parted as she paused midway.

"Your innocence and your selflessness in our pride Putri. This is your reality, you don't need to know anything else dear.
Now.... Anything else" She continued with a smile.

"My eyes are content and satiated looking at you heavenly form Mata. I have nothing to ask, nothing to know anymore." Vaishnavi truthfully answered.

"Now, if Vaishnavi doesn't mind, am I conceded to go back to my abode?" Samudra Dev chuckled.

"Pranam Samudra Dev." The two of them proclaimed in unision.

"Akhanda saubhagyawati bhava, Sindhu.
Kirtimaan Bhava, Vaishnavi." He offered his blessing, disappearing into the oceanic waves.

"May Dwarka shine and bloom again in peace." Lakshmi commended, returning back to her human form.

"Maa, no matter how adorable and gentle you look in your original form, I'll always love you like this." Vaishnavi grinned, holding Dhriti's hand.

"Is then? Then let this form be the only one you'll remember." Dhriti chuckled at her.

"Tatparya?"

"Tatparya yahi ki, you'll forget all the events that took place right in front of your eyes. My manifestation into Mahalakshmi, Samudra Dev's presence, Dantvakra's death and your encounter with my cosmic form.
You'll forget these events for the good, Vaishu." Dhriti gently squeezed her hands.

"Maa!"

"Yes?" Dhriti asked with some unsurity.

"What is Bhrata Shatanik doing there, lying on the hot sand?" Vaishnavi pointed out with a giggle.

"Don't know. Let's find out?" Dhriti laughed back, as the two of them quickly paced towards Shatanik.

"Bhrata, why are you lying here at this unusual hour in this unsusal manner with unusual expressions and unusual-" Vaishnavi went on.

"It's fine Vaishu, I get it. Mind helping me get up? Why is my body suddenly sore?" Shatanik stopped her with a sigh as he looked at Dhriti, giving an unproblematic laugh.

"Maybe you ate too much this morning, that's why you're feeling a bit too slaggy." She laughed dusting the sand on his clothes as he stood up.

"Yeah thanks to you for feeding me soo much that I felt the need to lie down on this bare warm dand like a lazy cat." He frowned at her.

"When I cook the food, everyone is required to eat more than they do on the other days. That's the rule." Dhriti playfully declared, walking back.

"Thank goodness you don't prepare food daily otherwise Indraprasth will then have three heirs and one sloth." Shatanik replied as everyone broke into laughter.

"Yeah Welcome." Dhriti silently  shrugged, following them.

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F.I.N.A.L.L.Y

(Dont tell me ya'll didn't get the last dialogue.)

This is the longest time I've taken in between updates and I'm totally proud of myself for finally finishing this sequence.

Tbh, this was the hardest sequence in the entire story. Not even the Kanha-Dhriti Vivah was this hard to write. Heck, I don't think even the Cheer Haran and Dyut Sabha sequence would be this hard but let's see.

This took a lot of time in finalizing and using appropriate scenes and descriptions because describing Mata and her powers is a task because she's flawless and perfect and this fallen soul can't do much to describe her scenes.

And I also included those pretty gifs (WITH A WATERMARK BECAUSE I AM SERIOUSLY DONE WITH PLAGIARISM). Hope you like it tho, because usin  pics is too mainstream now lol.

Don't mind me, I have too much to say today because I'm interacting with ya'll after soo many days.

Recently I came across an article/write  up on sites which, ofcourse, had a very bad and mean interpretation of Mata Lakshmi. Now I don't know if I'm over thinking but really, for me, that was a misinterpretation of how Lakshmi actually is.

She is described as Trilok Sundari so it was very different and weired to read Mata somewhat saying "Oh god, she will make anyone ashamed with her beauty." or "Anyone will die with her looks." or her asking questions like a kid and being angry and jealous on random stuffs.

Like, don't these sentences sound too humanly and insulting to hear from the Swamini of the three worlds?

There is a difference between appreciatimg and praising someone's beauty and indirectly envying someone's beauty. And these sentences would make anyone think that she was envying the other one's beauty.

Also, stop making the unfair misinterpreted use of the name Chanchala. She's called Chanchala not because she is like an immature kid. She's called Chanchala because she is agile. Her heart is always agile for all her devotees and she can't stay and once place and HENCE CHANCHALA.
Not because she knows nothing happening in this world and acts immaturely in someone else's presence.

So please Yaar, just because you want to superiorize someone else in your articles and writings, atleast don't disrespect the other deities. It's painful to see someone or another always disrespecting and misinterpreting the nature of my Mata.

No, I'm not at all saying that I completely know her or have understood her completely because I'm a human too and ya'll know how hard it is for me to write even one scene involving her because I don't want to hurt and portray her any different than she is.

She's not just the goddess of wealth, she's more than that.

Okay okay.

The main note.

This is the last chapter in a while because its boards literally glaring at me.

Yes, meri fati padi hai and by Narayan's grace I've realized I need to keep wattpad aside for a few months.
I feel that whichever chapter I write, I always want to give my 200%. The stress didn't let me give my best in this chapter and hence this took a lot lot lot lot of time for publishing.

I don't want that to happen with the next chapters and hence I'm not going to publish any chapters for a while until I clear my academic mess.

So, as promised and decided, I have published this chapter because as much as I love to leave you all on cliffhangers, I wanted to fully complete this sequence which may or may not play a pivotal role later.

When I'll come back, the next sequence will be the Raj Suya Yagya.
Finally, after like 85 chapters your sloth author is nearing the Raj Suya Yagya and Dyut and stuff.

This chapter is dedicated to my birthday girl Hannahstorm311.
Belayed happy birthday Tishssksk. I couldn't publish it yesterday, on your birthday but here it is.

Also, I felt very different while writing Devi Lakshmi in the chapter because I don't call by any other name except Mata. So don't mind me using Shri, Chanchala, Sindhu, Shindhuja etc. No praise will be enough for her hehe.

Anyways,

Hope you like it,
If you do, don't forget to vote and comment.
Thanks.
xx.