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The Eternal Lover: A Curse God's Quest for Love (Chapter 1)
Chapter 1: A Journey From Humans to God
It was a peaceful night in Ayodhaya, the moon was shining brightly and the stars were twinkling in the sky. The cool breeze was blowing, and the sound of crickets filled the air. On a deserted road, a young girl was walking alone, tears streaming down her face. Her boyfriend had cheated on her, and she was heartbroken. Suddenly, she was surrounded by her boyfriend and his friends who were trying to harass her.
Just then, a mysterious man appeared from the mist and dark. He didn't say anything, but his presence was enough to scare the group of boys. Within seconds, they all fell to the ground unconscious. The girl was bewildered and couldn't believe what had just happened. The man approached her and said, "True love is worth waiting for, even if it takes a lifetime. With patience and persistence, the right person will come along and make every moment of waiting worthwhile." And with that, he disappeared into the darkness.
Later that night, a ten-year-old girl asked her grandmother to tell her a story. The grandmother started telling a story about a king and queen and their magical ball, but the girl interrupted, saying she was tired of hearing about the king's magical ball. The grandmother chuckled and said she would tell her a real story about a curse god. The girl was excited and asked her grandmother to continue.
The story was set in Satyug, during Ramarajya, when Lord Rama was the king of Ayodhaya. The air was pure, the rivers were clean, and the forests were abundant with wildlife. The sky was clear, and the climate was pleasant throughout the year. The environment was filled with the fragrance of flowers and the sweet sound of birdsong.
The people of that time were honest, truthful, and selfless. They lived a simple life and were content with whatever they had. They were deeply respectful towards their elders and had a strong sense of community and brotherhood.
There was no fear or anxiety in the hearts of people, and everyone lived without any worry or stress. The rulers were just and fair, and the citizens were happy and prosperous.
In that time, a beautiful boy named Anang was born into a Brahmin family. As a child, Anang's face was cherubic and full of innocence. His rosy cheeks were like two perfect spheres, and his big brown eyes sparkled with curiosity and wonder. His long eyelashes framed his eyes beautifully, and his small nose added to his childlike charm. His lips were soft and pink, often forming a sweet smile that could light up anyone's day. As he grew older, his face retained its beauty and took on a more chiseled and mature look, with sharp cheekbones and a strong jawline.
One day, when Anang was five years old, he went to the jungle to play with his friends. The jungle that Anang and his friends were playing in was thick and lush with various types of trees and plants. The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of flowers, and the sounds of birds and animals could be heard all around. They were playing lukka chhupi (i spy) when Anang decided to hide in a cave.
The cave that Anang stumbled upon was hidden amidst a cluster of boulders covered with moss and vines. The entrance was small and dark, and the cave went deep into the earth. Inside, the walls were rough and jagged, and there were small crevices and holes in them. And the cave was filled with demons, and they smelled Anang's fragrance. The demons, they were terrifying to behold. They had dark skin that was almost black, and their eyes were large and glowing red. Their faces were twisted into menacing snarls, and their teeth were long and sharp. They had long, thin fingers with pointed claws, and their bodies were covered with fur that was matted and dirty.
Anang got scared and ran outside, and the demons started chasing him. Their voices were deep and guttural, and they made eerie howling sounds as they chased after Anang and his friends. Their breaths were hot and smelled of decay, and their laughter was full of malice and cruelty. Anang and his friends were running for their lives and praying for safety when suddenly, Anang fell down. He saw a demon reaching out to grab him, but then a sword appeared out of nowhere and cut off the demon's hand.
To his surprise, Anang saw that Lord Rama had come to the forest to save him. Lord Rama's appearance would have been awe-inspiring. He would have been dressed in regal attire, with a flowing silk dhoti, a jewel-encrusted crown on his head, and a shimmering armor that protected his chest and arms. His eyes would have been focused and determined, and his movements swift and graceful.
He saw Lord Rama stood tall and resolute as the five demons charged towards him, their eyes burning with hatred and malice. He drew his sword from its scabbard, holding it steady in front of him as the demons closed in.
The first demon lunged towards Lord Rama, swinging a wicked-looking club with all his might. Lord Rama dodged to the side, his sword flashing in the sunlight as he sliced through the demon's second arm too. The demon howled in pain, but before he could recover, Lord Rama had already moved on to his next opponent.
The second demon was quicker than the first, darting in and out with lightning-fast movements. Lord Rama parried his blows with ease, his sword striking against the demon's own weapon with a metallic clang. Then, with a swift movement, Lord Rama thrust his sword forward, piercing the demon's chest and sending him crashing to the ground.
The third demon charged forward, his fists balled up and ready to strike. Lord Rama stood his ground, meeting the demon's attack head-on. Their fists clashed together in a thunderous boom, but Lord Rama was too strong. With a powerful blow, he knocked the demon backwards, his body crumpling to the ground.
The fourth demon was the largest of them all, towering over Lord Rama with a snarl. But Lord Rama was not intimidated. He circled around the demon, looking for an opening. Then, with a fierce cry, he launched himself at the demon, his sword flashing through the air. The demon roared in fury, but it was no use. Lord Rama's sword cut through him like a hot knife through butter, and he fell to the ground with a thud.
The final demon was the most cunning of them all. He kept his distance, circling around Lord Rama with a sly grin on his face. But Lord Rama was ready for him. With a swift movement, he flung his sword towards the demon, the blade whistling through the air. The demon tried to dodge, but it was too late. The sword sliced through his neck, severing his head from his body.
With a triumphant cry, Lord Rama stood over the fallen demons, his sword held high. The young boy watched in awe, marveling at the sight of such incredible strength and bravery. And as Lord Rama turned to leave, the boy knew that he would never forget the power of the great warrior who had saved him that day.
Apart from Anang, another boy(Andhaka) was watched that fight and he was son of 5th demons. When Andhaka saw his father being killed by Lord Ram, his eyes filled with a mix of intense emotions - sorrow, rage, and a burning desire for revenge. His heart was consumed with a dark passion to avenge his father's death and to destroy Ayodhya, the land that Lord Ram had sworn to protect.
As Anang followed Lord Ram on his way to the palace, he couldn't help but feel inspired and awestruck by the god-like figure walking beside him. Finally, he mustered up the courage to speak.
Anang: "My Lord, I must ask you something. Why do people say that you are so powerful? I heard a story about how you killed Ravana, but today I saw you for myself."
Shri Ram smiled kindly at the young boy.
Shri Ram: "My son, I am no god. I am merely a man who has followed his dharma. Anyone can become powerful if they follow their dharma and act with righteousness."
Anang: "But what is my dharma? How can I find it?"
Shri Ram: "Your dharma is within you, my child. Just focus on yourself and one day, you will discover it. Is there anything I can do for you?"
Anang thought for a moment before speaking again.
Anang: "My Lord, may I ask for your swords? I want to become a warrior like you and defeat all the demons in the world."
Shri Ram's smile faded slightly.
Shri Ram: "Killing demons is not the way, my child. First, you must conquer the demons within yourself. Only then will you be worthy of wielding my swords."
Anang nodded solemnly.
Anang: "I understand, my Lord. I will do my best to become worthy."
As Lord Ram's chariot arrived to take him to the palace, he bid Anang farewell.
Shri Ram: "Best of luck, my child. May you find your dharma and fulfill it with honor."
Anang watched as Lord Ram disappeared into the distance, feeling both inspired and daunted by the task ahead of him.
Meanwhile, in the shadows of the forest, a young demon named Andhaka had been listening to the conversation between Lord Ram and Anang. His heart burned with hatred and anger at the memory of his father's death at the hands of the god.
Andhaka: "I, too, made a promise to you, Shri Ram. One day, I will come for you and take my revenge."
With those words, Andhaka disappeared into the darkness of the forest, his mind consumed by thoughts of revenge.
Anang reached his mother and told her about what happened in the forest and how he met Lord Ram. Anang's mother was surprised and also happy that Lord Ram had protected her son. She looked up at the sky and said, "Thank you, Lord Ram, for protecting my son. I am forever grateful to you."
Anang said, "Maa, I also want to become like Lord Ram."
Anang's mother replied, "That's not possible, no one can become like him. He's a god."
Anang argued, "But Maa, Shree Ram told me that everyone can become like him if they follow dharma and by doing good deeds."
His mother asked, "You talked to Shree Ram? Did you touch his feet? And what did he say to you?"
Anang replied, "I forgot to touch his feet, but he promised me to give his swords to me once I become worthy of it. Maa, I want to become worthy too."
Anang's mother argued, "No, that's not possible. You are a Brahmin, and Brahmins don't fight."
Anang asked, "But Maa, Lord Parshuram is also a Brahmin. If he can, then why can't I?"
The conversation was overheard by Anang's father. Anang's father said, "If you want to become a warrior like Lord Ram, then you have to go to Gurukul and seek education and also learn about martial arts."
Anang asked his father, "Paa, when will I go to Gurukul?"
His father replied, "You can go now."
Anang seemed happy, but his mother was kind of sad. Anang's father convinced her that Anang had the right to choose his path and dharma. Let's support him. Lord Ram had guided him because he saw some potential in Anang. They couldn't deny Lord Ram's word.
After a few days, Anang went to GurukulChapter 1: A Journey From Humans to God
It was a peaceful night in Ayodhaya, the moon was shining brightly and the stars were twinkling in the sky. The cool breeze was blowing, and the sound of crickets filled the air. On a deserted road, a young girl was walking alone, tears streaming down her face. Her boyfriend had cheated on her, and she was heartbroken. Suddenly, she was surrounded by her boyfriend and his friends who were trying to harass her.
Just then, a mysterious man appeared from the mist and dark. He didn't say anything, but his presence was enough to scare the group of boys. Within seconds, they all fell to the ground unconscious. The girl was bewildered and couldn't believe what had just happened. The man approached her and said, "True love is worth waiting for, even if it takes a lifetime. With patience and persistence, the right person will come along and make every moment of waiting worthwhile." And with that, he disappeared into the darkness.
Later that night, a ten-year-old girl asked her grandmother to tell her a story. The grandmother started telling a story about a king and queen and their magical ball, but the girl interrupted, saying she was tired of hearing about the king's magical ball. The grandmother chuckled and said she would tell her a real story about a curse god. The girl was excited and asked her grandmother to continue.
The story was set in Satyug, during Ramarajya, when Lord Rama was the king of Ayodhaya. The air was pure, the rivers were clean, and the forests were abundant with wildlife. The sky was clear, and the climate was pleasant throughout the year. The environment was filled with the fragrance of flowers and the sweet sound of birdsong.
The people of that time were honest, truthful, and selfless. They lived a simple life and were content with whatever they had. They were deeply respectful towards their elders and had a strong sense of community and brotherhood.
There was no fear or anxiety in the hearts of people, and everyone lived without any worry or stress. The rulers were just and fair, and the citizens were happy and prosperous.
In that time, a beautiful boy named Anang was born into a Brahmin family. As a child, Anang's face was cherubic and full of innocence. His rosy cheeks were like two perfect spheres, and his big brown eyes sparkled with curiosity and wonder. His long eyelashes framed his eyes beautifully, and his small nose added to his childlike charm. His lips were soft and pink, often forming a sweet smile that could light up anyone's day. As he grew older, his face retained its beauty and took on a more chiseled and mature look, with sharp cheekbones and a strong jawline.
One day, when Anang was five years old, he went to the jungle to play with his friends. The jungle that Anang and his friends were playing in was thick and lush with various types of trees and plants. The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of flowers, and the sounds of birds and animals could be heard all around. They were playing lukka chhupi (i spy) when Anang decided to hide in a cave.
The cave that Anang stumbled upon was hidden amidst a cluster of boulders covered with moss and vines. The entrance was small and dark, and the cave went deep into the earth. Inside, the walls were rough and jagged, and there were small crevices and holes in them. And the cave was filled with demons, and they smelled Anang's fragrance. The demons, they were terrifying to behold. They had dark skin that was almost black, and their eyes were large and glowing red. Their faces were twisted into menacing snarls, and their teeth were long and sharp. They had long, thin fingers with pointed claws, and their bodies were covered with fur that was matted and dirty.
Anang got scared and ran outside, and the demons started chasing him. Their voices were deep and guttural, and they made eerie howling sounds as they chased after Anang and his friends. Their breaths were hot and smelled of decay, and their laughter was full of malice and cruelty. Anang and his friends were running for their lives and praying for safety when suddenly, Anang fell down. He saw a demon reaching out to grab him, but then a sword appeared out of nowhere and cut off the demon's hand.
To his surprise, Anang saw that Lord Rama had come to the forest to save him. Lord Rama's appearance would have been awe-inspiring. He would have been dressed in regal attire, with a flowing silk dhoti, a jewel-encrusted crown on his head, and a shimmering armor that protected his chest and arms. His eyes would have been focused and determined, and his movements swift and graceful.
He saw Lord Rama stood tall and resolute as the five demons charged towards him, their eyes burning with hatred and malice. He drew his sword from its scabbard, holding it steady in front of him as the demons closed in.
The first demon lunged towards Lord Rama, swinging a wicked-looking club with all his might. Lord Rama dodged to the side, his sword flashing in the sunlight as he sliced through the demon's second arm too. The demon howled in pain, but before he could recover, Lord Rama had already moved on to his next opponent.
The second demon was quicker than the first, darting in and out with lightning-fast movements. Lord Rama parried his blows with ease, his sword striking against the demon's own weapon with a metallic clang. Then, with a swift movement, Lord Rama thrust his sword forward, piercing the demon's chest and sending him crashing to the ground.
The third demon charged forward, his fists balled up and ready to strike. Lord Rama stood his ground, meeting the demon's attack head-on. Their fists clashed together in a thunderous boom, but Lord Rama was too strong. With a powerful blow, he knocked the demon backwards, his body crumpling to the ground.
The fourth demon was the largest of them all, towering over Lord Rama with a snarl. But Lord Rama was not intimidated. He circled around the demon, looking for an opening. Then, with a fierce cry, he launched himself at the demon, his sword flashing through the air. The demon roared in fury, but it was no use. Lord Rama's sword cut through him like a hot knife through butter, and he fell to the ground with a thud.
The final demon was the most cunning of them all. He kept his distance, circling around Lord Rama with a sly grin on his face. But Lord Rama was ready for him. With a swift movement, he flung his sword towards the demon, the blade whistling through the air. The demon tried to dodge, but it was too late. The sword sliced through his neck, severing his head from his body.
With a triumphant cry, Lord Rama stood over the fallen demons, his sword held high. The young boy watched in awe, marveling at the sight of such incredible strength and bravery. And as Lord Rama turned to leave, the boy knew that he would never forget the power of the great warrior who had saved him that day.
Apart from Anang, another boy(Andhaka) was watched that fight and he was son of 5th demons. When Andhaka saw his father being killed by Lord Ram, his eyes filled with a mix of intense emotions - sorrow, rage, and a burning desire for revenge. His heart was consumed with a dark passion to avenge his father's death and to destroy Ayodhya, the land that Lord Ram had sworn to protect.
As Anang followed Lord Ram on his way to the palace, he couldn't help but feel inspired and awestruck by the god-like figure walking beside him. Finally, he mustered up the courage to speak.
Anang: "My Lord, I must ask you something. Why do people say that you are so powerful? I heard a story about how you killed Ravana, but today I saw you for myself."
Shri Ram smiled kindly at the young boy.
Shri Ram: "My son, I am no god. I am merely a man who has followed his dharma. Anyone can become powerful if they follow their dharma and act with righteousness."
Anang: "But what is my dharma? How can I find it?"
Shri Ram: "Your dharma is within you, my child. Just focus on yourself and one day, you will discover it. Is there anything I can do for you?"
Anang thought for a moment before speaking again.
Anang: "My Lord, may I ask for your swords? I want to become a warrior like you and defeat all the demons in the world."
Shri Ram's smile faded slightly.
Shri Ram: "Killing demons is not the way, my child. First, you must conquer the demons within yourself. Only then will you be worthy of wielding my swords."
Anang nodded solemnly.
Anang: "I understand, my Lord. I will do my best to become worthy."
As Lord Ram's chariot arrived to take him to the palace, he bid Anang farewell.
Shri Ram: "Best of luck, my child. May you find your dharma and fulfill it with honor."
Anang watched as Lord Ram disappeared into the distance, feeling both inspired and daunted by the task ahead of him.
Meanwhile, in the shadows of the forest, a young demon named Andhaka had been listening to the conversation between Lord Ram and Anang. His heart burned with hatred and anger at the memory of his father's death at the hands of the god.
Andhaka: "I, too, made a promise to you, Shri Ram. One day, I will come for you and take my revenge."
With those words, Andhaka disappeared into the darkness of the forest, his mind consumed by thoughts of revenge.
Anang reached his mother and told her about what happened in the forest and how he met Lord Ram. Anang's mother was surprised and also happy that Lord Ram had protected her son. She looked up at the sky and said, "Thank you, Lord Ram, for protecting my son. I am forever grateful to you."
Anang said, "Maa, I also want to become like Lord Ram."
Anang's mother replied, "That's not possible, no one can become like him. He's a god."
Anang argued, "But Maa, Shree Ram told me that everyone can become like him if they follow dharma and by doing good deeds."
His mother asked, "You talked to Shree Ram? Did you touch his feet? And what did he say to you?"
Anang replied, "I forgot to touch his feet, but he promised me to give his swords to me once I become worthy of it. Maa, I want to become worthy too."
Anang's mother argued, "No, that's not possible. You are a Brahmin, and Brahmins don't fight."
Anang asked, "But Maa, Lord Parshuram is also a Brahmin. If he can, then why can't I?"
The conversation was overheard by Anang's father. Anang's father said, "If you want to become a warrior like Lord Ram, then you have to go to Gurukul and seek education and also learn about martial arts."
Anang asked his father, "Paa, when will I go to Gurukul?"
His father replied, "You can go now."
Anang seemed happy, but his mother was kind of sad. Anang's father convinced her that Anang had the right to choose his path and dharma. Let's support him. Lord Ram had guided him because he saw some potential in Anang. They couldn't deny Lord Ram's word.
After a few days, Anang went to Gurukul
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© Anurag Tiwari
It was a peaceful night in Ayodhaya, the moon was shining brightly and the stars were twinkling in the sky. The cool breeze was blowing, and the sound of crickets filled the air. On a deserted road, a young girl was walking alone, tears streaming down her face. Her boyfriend had cheated on her, and she was heartbroken. Suddenly, she was surrounded by her boyfriend and his friends who were trying to harass her.
Just then, a mysterious man appeared from the mist and dark. He didn't say anything, but his presence was enough to scare the group of boys. Within seconds, they all fell to the ground unconscious. The girl was bewildered and couldn't believe what had just happened. The man approached her and said, "True love is worth waiting for, even if it takes a lifetime. With patience and persistence, the right person will come along and make every moment of waiting worthwhile." And with that, he disappeared into the darkness.
Later that night, a ten-year-old girl asked her grandmother to tell her a story. The grandmother started telling a story about a king and queen and their magical ball, but the girl interrupted, saying she was tired of hearing about the king's magical ball. The grandmother chuckled and said she would tell her a real story about a curse god. The girl was excited and asked her grandmother to continue.
The story was set in Satyug, during Ramarajya, when Lord Rama was the king of Ayodhaya. The air was pure, the rivers were clean, and the forests were abundant with wildlife. The sky was clear, and the climate was pleasant throughout the year. The environment was filled with the fragrance of flowers and the sweet sound of birdsong.
The people of that time were honest, truthful, and selfless. They lived a simple life and were content with whatever they had. They were deeply respectful towards their elders and had a strong sense of community and brotherhood.
There was no fear or anxiety in the hearts of people, and everyone lived without any worry or stress. The rulers were just and fair, and the citizens were happy and prosperous.
In that time, a beautiful boy named Anang was born into a Brahmin family. As a child, Anang's face was cherubic and full of innocence. His rosy cheeks were like two perfect spheres, and his big brown eyes sparkled with curiosity and wonder. His long eyelashes framed his eyes beautifully, and his small nose added to his childlike charm. His lips were soft and pink, often forming a sweet smile that could light up anyone's day. As he grew older, his face retained its beauty and took on a more chiseled and mature look, with sharp cheekbones and a strong jawline.
One day, when Anang was five years old, he went to the jungle to play with his friends. The jungle that Anang and his friends were playing in was thick and lush with various types of trees and plants. The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of flowers, and the sounds of birds and animals could be heard all around. They were playing lukka chhupi (i spy) when Anang decided to hide in a cave.
The cave that Anang stumbled upon was hidden amidst a cluster of boulders covered with moss and vines. The entrance was small and dark, and the cave went deep into the earth. Inside, the walls were rough and jagged, and there were small crevices and holes in them. And the cave was filled with demons, and they smelled Anang's fragrance. The demons, they were terrifying to behold. They had dark skin that was almost black, and their eyes were large and glowing red. Their faces were twisted into menacing snarls, and their teeth were long and sharp. They had long, thin fingers with pointed claws, and their bodies were covered with fur that was matted and dirty.
Anang got scared and ran outside, and the demons started chasing him. Their voices were deep and guttural, and they made eerie howling sounds as they chased after Anang and his friends. Their breaths were hot and smelled of decay, and their laughter was full of malice and cruelty. Anang and his friends were running for their lives and praying for safety when suddenly, Anang fell down. He saw a demon reaching out to grab him, but then a sword appeared out of nowhere and cut off the demon's hand.
To his surprise, Anang saw that Lord Rama had come to the forest to save him. Lord Rama's appearance would have been awe-inspiring. He would have been dressed in regal attire, with a flowing silk dhoti, a jewel-encrusted crown on his head, and a shimmering armor that protected his chest and arms. His eyes would have been focused and determined, and his movements swift and graceful.
He saw Lord Rama stood tall and resolute as the five demons charged towards him, their eyes burning with hatred and malice. He drew his sword from its scabbard, holding it steady in front of him as the demons closed in.
The first demon lunged towards Lord Rama, swinging a wicked-looking club with all his might. Lord Rama dodged to the side, his sword flashing in the sunlight as he sliced through the demon's second arm too. The demon howled in pain, but before he could recover, Lord Rama had already moved on to his next opponent.
The second demon was quicker than the first, darting in and out with lightning-fast movements. Lord Rama parried his blows with ease, his sword striking against the demon's own weapon with a metallic clang. Then, with a swift movement, Lord Rama thrust his sword forward, piercing the demon's chest and sending him crashing to the ground.
The third demon charged forward, his fists balled up and ready to strike. Lord Rama stood his ground, meeting the demon's attack head-on. Their fists clashed together in a thunderous boom, but Lord Rama was too strong. With a powerful blow, he knocked the demon backwards, his body crumpling to the ground.
The fourth demon was the largest of them all, towering over Lord Rama with a snarl. But Lord Rama was not intimidated. He circled around the demon, looking for an opening. Then, with a fierce cry, he launched himself at the demon, his sword flashing through the air. The demon roared in fury, but it was no use. Lord Rama's sword cut through him like a hot knife through butter, and he fell to the ground with a thud.
The final demon was the most cunning of them all. He kept his distance, circling around Lord Rama with a sly grin on his face. But Lord Rama was ready for him. With a swift movement, he flung his sword towards the demon, the blade whistling through the air. The demon tried to dodge, but it was too late. The sword sliced through his neck, severing his head from his body.
With a triumphant cry, Lord Rama stood over the fallen demons, his sword held high. The young boy watched in awe, marveling at the sight of such incredible strength and bravery. And as Lord Rama turned to leave, the boy knew that he would never forget the power of the great warrior who had saved him that day.
Apart from Anang, another boy(Andhaka) was watched that fight and he was son of 5th demons. When Andhaka saw his father being killed by Lord Ram, his eyes filled with a mix of intense emotions - sorrow, rage, and a burning desire for revenge. His heart was consumed with a dark passion to avenge his father's death and to destroy Ayodhya, the land that Lord Ram had sworn to protect.
As Anang followed Lord Ram on his way to the palace, he couldn't help but feel inspired and awestruck by the god-like figure walking beside him. Finally, he mustered up the courage to speak.
Anang: "My Lord, I must ask you something. Why do people say that you are so powerful? I heard a story about how you killed Ravana, but today I saw you for myself."
Shri Ram smiled kindly at the young boy.
Shri Ram: "My son, I am no god. I am merely a man who has followed his dharma. Anyone can become powerful if they follow their dharma and act with righteousness."
Anang: "But what is my dharma? How can I find it?"
Shri Ram: "Your dharma is within you, my child. Just focus on yourself and one day, you will discover it. Is there anything I can do for you?"
Anang thought for a moment before speaking again.
Anang: "My Lord, may I ask for your swords? I want to become a warrior like you and defeat all the demons in the world."
Shri Ram's smile faded slightly.
Shri Ram: "Killing demons is not the way, my child. First, you must conquer the demons within yourself. Only then will you be worthy of wielding my swords."
Anang nodded solemnly.
Anang: "I understand, my Lord. I will do my best to become worthy."
As Lord Ram's chariot arrived to take him to the palace, he bid Anang farewell.
Shri Ram: "Best of luck, my child. May you find your dharma and fulfill it with honor."
Anang watched as Lord Ram disappeared into the distance, feeling both inspired and daunted by the task ahead of him.
Meanwhile, in the shadows of the forest, a young demon named Andhaka had been listening to the conversation between Lord Ram and Anang. His heart burned with hatred and anger at the memory of his father's death at the hands of the god.
Andhaka: "I, too, made a promise to you, Shri Ram. One day, I will come for you and take my revenge."
With those words, Andhaka disappeared into the darkness of the forest, his mind consumed by thoughts of revenge.
Anang reached his mother and told her about what happened in the forest and how he met Lord Ram. Anang's mother was surprised and also happy that Lord Ram had protected her son. She looked up at the sky and said, "Thank you, Lord Ram, for protecting my son. I am forever grateful to you."
Anang said, "Maa, I also want to become like Lord Ram."
Anang's mother replied, "That's not possible, no one can become like him. He's a god."
Anang argued, "But Maa, Shree Ram told me that everyone can become like him if they follow dharma and by doing good deeds."
His mother asked, "You talked to Shree Ram? Did you touch his feet? And what did he say to you?"
Anang replied, "I forgot to touch his feet, but he promised me to give his swords to me once I become worthy of it. Maa, I want to become worthy too."
Anang's mother argued, "No, that's not possible. You are a Brahmin, and Brahmins don't fight."
Anang asked, "But Maa, Lord Parshuram is also a Brahmin. If he can, then why can't I?"
The conversation was overheard by Anang's father. Anang's father said, "If you want to become a warrior like Lord Ram, then you have to go to Gurukul and seek education and also learn about martial arts."
Anang asked his father, "Paa, when will I go to Gurukul?"
His father replied, "You can go now."
Anang seemed happy, but his mother was kind of sad. Anang's father convinced her that Anang had the right to choose his path and dharma. Let's support him. Lord Ram had guided him because he saw some potential in Anang. They couldn't deny Lord Ram's word.
After a few days, Anang went to GurukulChapter 1: A Journey From Humans to God
It was a peaceful night in Ayodhaya, the moon was shining brightly and the stars were twinkling in the sky. The cool breeze was blowing, and the sound of crickets filled the air. On a deserted road, a young girl was walking alone, tears streaming down her face. Her boyfriend had cheated on her, and she was heartbroken. Suddenly, she was surrounded by her boyfriend and his friends who were trying to harass her.
Just then, a mysterious man appeared from the mist and dark. He didn't say anything, but his presence was enough to scare the group of boys. Within seconds, they all fell to the ground unconscious. The girl was bewildered and couldn't believe what had just happened. The man approached her and said, "True love is worth waiting for, even if it takes a lifetime. With patience and persistence, the right person will come along and make every moment of waiting worthwhile." And with that, he disappeared into the darkness.
Later that night, a ten-year-old girl asked her grandmother to tell her a story. The grandmother started telling a story about a king and queen and their magical ball, but the girl interrupted, saying she was tired of hearing about the king's magical ball. The grandmother chuckled and said she would tell her a real story about a curse god. The girl was excited and asked her grandmother to continue.
The story was set in Satyug, during Ramarajya, when Lord Rama was the king of Ayodhaya. The air was pure, the rivers were clean, and the forests were abundant with wildlife. The sky was clear, and the climate was pleasant throughout the year. The environment was filled with the fragrance of flowers and the sweet sound of birdsong.
The people of that time were honest, truthful, and selfless. They lived a simple life and were content with whatever they had. They were deeply respectful towards their elders and had a strong sense of community and brotherhood.
There was no fear or anxiety in the hearts of people, and everyone lived without any worry or stress. The rulers were just and fair, and the citizens were happy and prosperous.
In that time, a beautiful boy named Anang was born into a Brahmin family. As a child, Anang's face was cherubic and full of innocence. His rosy cheeks were like two perfect spheres, and his big brown eyes sparkled with curiosity and wonder. His long eyelashes framed his eyes beautifully, and his small nose added to his childlike charm. His lips were soft and pink, often forming a sweet smile that could light up anyone's day. As he grew older, his face retained its beauty and took on a more chiseled and mature look, with sharp cheekbones and a strong jawline.
One day, when Anang was five years old, he went to the jungle to play with his friends. The jungle that Anang and his friends were playing in was thick and lush with various types of trees and plants. The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of flowers, and the sounds of birds and animals could be heard all around. They were playing lukka chhupi (i spy) when Anang decided to hide in a cave.
The cave that Anang stumbled upon was hidden amidst a cluster of boulders covered with moss and vines. The entrance was small and dark, and the cave went deep into the earth. Inside, the walls were rough and jagged, and there were small crevices and holes in them. And the cave was filled with demons, and they smelled Anang's fragrance. The demons, they were terrifying to behold. They had dark skin that was almost black, and their eyes were large and glowing red. Their faces were twisted into menacing snarls, and their teeth were long and sharp. They had long, thin fingers with pointed claws, and their bodies were covered with fur that was matted and dirty.
Anang got scared and ran outside, and the demons started chasing him. Their voices were deep and guttural, and they made eerie howling sounds as they chased after Anang and his friends. Their breaths were hot and smelled of decay, and their laughter was full of malice and cruelty. Anang and his friends were running for their lives and praying for safety when suddenly, Anang fell down. He saw a demon reaching out to grab him, but then a sword appeared out of nowhere and cut off the demon's hand.
To his surprise, Anang saw that Lord Rama had come to the forest to save him. Lord Rama's appearance would have been awe-inspiring. He would have been dressed in regal attire, with a flowing silk dhoti, a jewel-encrusted crown on his head, and a shimmering armor that protected his chest and arms. His eyes would have been focused and determined, and his movements swift and graceful.
He saw Lord Rama stood tall and resolute as the five demons charged towards him, their eyes burning with hatred and malice. He drew his sword from its scabbard, holding it steady in front of him as the demons closed in.
The first demon lunged towards Lord Rama, swinging a wicked-looking club with all his might. Lord Rama dodged to the side, his sword flashing in the sunlight as he sliced through the demon's second arm too. The demon howled in pain, but before he could recover, Lord Rama had already moved on to his next opponent.
The second demon was quicker than the first, darting in and out with lightning-fast movements. Lord Rama parried his blows with ease, his sword striking against the demon's own weapon with a metallic clang. Then, with a swift movement, Lord Rama thrust his sword forward, piercing the demon's chest and sending him crashing to the ground.
The third demon charged forward, his fists balled up and ready to strike. Lord Rama stood his ground, meeting the demon's attack head-on. Their fists clashed together in a thunderous boom, but Lord Rama was too strong. With a powerful blow, he knocked the demon backwards, his body crumpling to the ground.
The fourth demon was the largest of them all, towering over Lord Rama with a snarl. But Lord Rama was not intimidated. He circled around the demon, looking for an opening. Then, with a fierce cry, he launched himself at the demon, his sword flashing through the air. The demon roared in fury, but it was no use. Lord Rama's sword cut through him like a hot knife through butter, and he fell to the ground with a thud.
The final demon was the most cunning of them all. He kept his distance, circling around Lord Rama with a sly grin on his face. But Lord Rama was ready for him. With a swift movement, he flung his sword towards the demon, the blade whistling through the air. The demon tried to dodge, but it was too late. The sword sliced through his neck, severing his head from his body.
With a triumphant cry, Lord Rama stood over the fallen demons, his sword held high. The young boy watched in awe, marveling at the sight of such incredible strength and bravery. And as Lord Rama turned to leave, the boy knew that he would never forget the power of the great warrior who had saved him that day.
Apart from Anang, another boy(Andhaka) was watched that fight and he was son of 5th demons. When Andhaka saw his father being killed by Lord Ram, his eyes filled with a mix of intense emotions - sorrow, rage, and a burning desire for revenge. His heart was consumed with a dark passion to avenge his father's death and to destroy Ayodhya, the land that Lord Ram had sworn to protect.
As Anang followed Lord Ram on his way to the palace, he couldn't help but feel inspired and awestruck by the god-like figure walking beside him. Finally, he mustered up the courage to speak.
Anang: "My Lord, I must ask you something. Why do people say that you are so powerful? I heard a story about how you killed Ravana, but today I saw you for myself."
Shri Ram smiled kindly at the young boy.
Shri Ram: "My son, I am no god. I am merely a man who has followed his dharma. Anyone can become powerful if they follow their dharma and act with righteousness."
Anang: "But what is my dharma? How can I find it?"
Shri Ram: "Your dharma is within you, my child. Just focus on yourself and one day, you will discover it. Is there anything I can do for you?"
Anang thought for a moment before speaking again.
Anang: "My Lord, may I ask for your swords? I want to become a warrior like you and defeat all the demons in the world."
Shri Ram's smile faded slightly.
Shri Ram: "Killing demons is not the way, my child. First, you must conquer the demons within yourself. Only then will you be worthy of wielding my swords."
Anang nodded solemnly.
Anang: "I understand, my Lord. I will do my best to become worthy."
As Lord Ram's chariot arrived to take him to the palace, he bid Anang farewell.
Shri Ram: "Best of luck, my child. May you find your dharma and fulfill it with honor."
Anang watched as Lord Ram disappeared into the distance, feeling both inspired and daunted by the task ahead of him.
Meanwhile, in the shadows of the forest, a young demon named Andhaka had been listening to the conversation between Lord Ram and Anang. His heart burned with hatred and anger at the memory of his father's death at the hands of the god.
Andhaka: "I, too, made a promise to you, Shri Ram. One day, I will come for you and take my revenge."
With those words, Andhaka disappeared into the darkness of the forest, his mind consumed by thoughts of revenge.
Anang reached his mother and told her about what happened in the forest and how he met Lord Ram. Anang's mother was surprised and also happy that Lord Ram had protected her son. She looked up at the sky and said, "Thank you, Lord Ram, for protecting my son. I am forever grateful to you."
Anang said, "Maa, I also want to become like Lord Ram."
Anang's mother replied, "That's not possible, no one can become like him. He's a god."
Anang argued, "But Maa, Shree Ram told me that everyone can become like him if they follow dharma and by doing good deeds."
His mother asked, "You talked to Shree Ram? Did you touch his feet? And what did he say to you?"
Anang replied, "I forgot to touch his feet, but he promised me to give his swords to me once I become worthy of it. Maa, I want to become worthy too."
Anang's mother argued, "No, that's not possible. You are a Brahmin, and Brahmins don't fight."
Anang asked, "But Maa, Lord Parshuram is also a Brahmin. If he can, then why can't I?"
The conversation was overheard by Anang's father. Anang's father said, "If you want to become a warrior like Lord Ram, then you have to go to Gurukul and seek education and also learn about martial arts."
Anang asked his father, "Paa, when will I go to Gurukul?"
His father replied, "You can go now."
Anang seemed happy, but his mother was kind of sad. Anang's father convinced her that Anang had the right to choose his path and dharma. Let's support him. Lord Ram had guided him because he saw some potential in Anang. They couldn't deny Lord Ram's word.
After a few days, Anang went to Gurukul
chapter 2 will be uploaded on #curse_god
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© Anurag Tiwari
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