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Masculine civilisations enforce order which is welcome when they are strong, but is suffocating when they decline. The Asuras, who were followers of the masculine way, had faced similar problems when their power started waning. The feminine way incorporates all differences. People of varying faiths and belief can coexist in peace. Nobody tries to enforce their own version of the truth.

There is a celebration of diversity and freedom, which brings forth renewed creativity and vigour causing tremendous benefits to society. The Devas, who were followers of the feminine way, brought in all this when they defeated the Asuras. But as it happens with too much freedom, the feminine civilisations overreach into decadence, corruption and debauchery. The country was corrupt, immoral and depraved.

People clamoured for order and civility. Lord Ram ushered that in as he created a new masculine way of life. Very intelligently, to prevent unnecessary rebellions, he never decried the Deva way. He just called his rule a new way of life: Their relative influence within the individual changing, depending upon the situations he faces?

But most people have a dominant trait. Either the masculine or the feminine. You will have to convince the Suryavanshis in one manner and the Chandravanshis in an altogether different manner in the battle against evil. Courage is only needed once the war begins.


To begin with you need to persuade the people to embark upon the war against evil. You will need to influence them to give up their attachment to evil.

To evil! Shiva sighed. The time is not right? You would not understand.

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And when you discover evil, you would not need my explanation in order to understand. Jai Guru Vishwamitra. Jai Guru Vashisht.

Bhagirath turned towards Shiva. The Neelkanth nodded. The prince of Ayodhya turned towards Siamantak. Tall, well-built and swarthy, Surapadman sported a handle bar moustache smoothly oiled and curled up at the edges.

His well- maintained hair was long and neatly arranged under an extravagant yet tasteful crown. He wore an ochre dhoti with a white angvastram, sober for a Chandravanshi royal. There were numerous battle scars on his body, a sign of pride on any Kshatriya. That could easily have been seen as an insult. He blessed Surapadman with a long life. How did you know who I am? He bowed politely and changed the subject. But my father can be a little stubborn.

My brother was killed a few days back while in the forest with some friends and his bodyguards. There is a belief that Ayodhya may have carried out this dastardly act. Surapadman stretched out his hand, requesting for silence. It was exactly similar to the gold coin that Shiva had recovered from the Naga Lord of the People. I believe that you had recovered a gold coin from a Naga while you were in Ayodhya. Is this similar to that coin? Rumours about Surapadman building his own spy network must be true.

A network independent of the outrageously incompetent Magadh intelligence services. Shiva took the coin from Surapadman, staring at it hard, his body taut with anger. I fear he may have escaped into the rat hole he emerged from.

He was quiet. Surapadman turned towards Bhagirath. I will report to the King that my brother, Prince Ugrasen, died while valiantly defending Magadh from a Naga terrorist attack. I will also report that Ayodhya had nothing to do with this. Especially not now, when we have suffered such a grievous loss to the Suryavanshis. Ayodhya had lost face amongst Chandravanshis due to its leadership in the disastrous war against the Meluhans at Dharmakhet. He turned towards Shiva again with a low bow. I request you to call me to your service when the war with this particular demon is to be fought.

The prince had not given an impression till now that he loved his brother or even sought vengeance. I must avenge his blood. Unlike any other city that Shiva had been to, both in Meluha and Swadweep, there was no jamboree organised to see him off.

His coming and going had been secret from most people in Magadh. Surapadman however had come to the Magadh port incognito to pay his respects to the Neelkanth before his departure. The ships sailed in the standard Meluhan convoy formation with the main ship carrying the Neelkanth and his companions, surrounded on all four sides by a ship each. A crucial role in this formation was played by the lead ship. It was the speed controller for the entire convoy.

A Chandravanshi captain was in command of the lead ship and he was doing a spectacularly inept job. He was speeding at a maniacal pace, perhaps to show the prowess of his vessel. Parvateshwar had to keep blowing the ship horn to alert the lead boat Captain and slow him down. Tired of this inefficiency, Parvateshwar had decided to travel in the lead ship to teach a thing or two to the Chandravanshi captain about the basics of naval defence formations. Considering the task at hand, Parvateshwar was distressed that Anandmayi had, for some inexplicable reason, decided to also travel on the lead ship.

Parvateshwar turned from the balustrade at the fore of the ship. He had not seen her tip-toe to his side. Her posture had the effect of raising her already short dhoti a fair distance up her right leg and stretching her bosom out provocatively. Parvateshwar, uncomfortable for some reason he could not fathom, stepped back a bit. You old devil, you. Instead of trying to keep our lead boat agonisingly slow, simply tie a rope of approximately the right length from here to the main ship.

Then have a soldier posted at the back who signals every time the rope touches the water, which would mean that the lead vessel is too slow and should speed up. And if the rope becomes taut, the soldier can relay a signal that the lead ship should slow down. I will immediately have the captain execute these orders. A few minutes will make no difference. Talk to me for a while. He looked down at her hands. Anandmayi frowned and pulled her hands back.

Especially not you. I am sworn to lifelong celibacy. Are you saying you are a year-old virgin?! Anandmayi collapsed into a fit of giggles. Vishwadyumna heard the soft footfalls. He immediately drew his sword, giving hand signals to his platoon to do likewise. Their platoon had moved deeper into the forests south of Magadh after the skirmish with Prince Ugrasen and his platoon. The Naga had been injured seriously and was not in a position to travel far. Vishwadyumna hoped the sounds he was hearing did not come from the Magadhans.

His Lord was in no state to fight. Or flee. Perhaps, the tiredness of long travel or the cold of winter had roughened the voice. But he certainly recognised the tone.

He immediately put his sword down and bowed his head. The Queen of the Nagas emerged from the trees, leading her horse quietly. Behind her was her trusted Prime Minister, Karkotak, and fifty of her elite bodyguards. Is that so difficult to do? She entered the cramped tent and took off her mask. On a bed of hay lay her nephew, the Lord of the People. He was covered in bandages, his body limp and weak. The Queen looked at her nephew with concerned eyes, her tone kind.

Why are you causing me so much grief? And that is the only reason why I have come all this way for you. You have earned the devotion of all the Nagas. But your karma is still not complete. There are many things you need to do. And stopping some royal brat from what you believe is wrong does not figure high on that list. This country is full of repulsive royals who abuse their people. Are we going to fight every single one? The Magadh prince was doing something wrong.

But it is not your duty to stop every person who does something wrong. You are not Lord Rudra. It happens to thousands of children. This bull fighting is an addictive disease. How many will you stop? Quick anger rose within her. How many times have I told you to forget this? Her men kept their heads bowed, terrified of her fearsome rage. Make preparations. Karkotak knew that. The city had been settled along a voluptuous bend of the holy Ganga river as it took a leisurely northwards meander before flowing East again.

If looked at from the sky, this meander gave the impression of a crescent moon, incidentally the royal insignia of the Chandravanshis. Therefore, in the eyes of the Swadweepans, Kashi was the most natural Chandravanshi city.

Kashi also had its own superstition. The city had been built only along the western banks of the river meander, leaving its eastern banks bare.

It was believed that whoever built a house on the eastern side at Kashi would suffer a terrible fate. The royal family of Kashi had therefore bought all the land to the East, ensuring that nobody, even by mistake, would suffer the wrath of the gods. Shiva looked at her and smiled, taking her hand, kissing it gently and holding it close to his chest. This is where our child should be born. This shall be the place.

They wanted the Mahadev to notice and favour them. But the Neelkanth noticed something more unusual. Why in the name of the Holy Lake do they have no protection? Tell me the entire tale, for this is one of the strangest sights I have seen in India. Neither did it get its name from the small Assi rivulet that flows close by. It got its name due to an execution that took place here. In fact, eighty executions in just one day. Eighty members of the Asura royalty were put to death by Lord Rudra for war crimes.

Many believe that it was not the exhausting battles between the Devas and Asuras that put an end to the evil Asura menace, but this sublime act of justice that Lord Rudra performed. Without their key leaders, the Asura insurrection against the Devas fizzled out. Who said the Asuras were evil? Soon thereafter, Lord Rudra, the greatest and most fearsome warrior in history, abandoned all violence. He banned the use of Daivi Astras that had caused enormous casualties in the Deva-Asura war.

Anyone who disobeyed this order would feel the wrath of Lord Rudra who said he would even break his vow of non-violence and destroy seven generations of the man who used any divine weapons.

What made him give this order? I know , mused Shiva. This must have been the moment when Lord Rudra realised the Asuras were not evil, just different. He must have been racked by guilt. Lord Rudra also said Assi Ghat and Kashi had become holy. Lord Rudra said there would be no further killing at Assi Ghat.

That the place should be respected. That the spirits at Assi Ghat and Kashi would forgive the sins of even the most sinful and guide them to salvation if their dead body was cremated there. It was impossible for the small Assi Ghat to cater to such large numbers of the dead. So cremations were stopped at Assi and the city converted another massive ghat, called Manikarnika, into a giant crematorium.

The royal family publicly swore that neither they, nor their descendants, would ever indulge in warfare. In fact, they foreswore any killing, except in the case of self-defence. To prove their commitment to their words, they actually tore down their fort ramparts and built an open ring road around the city. They then erected great temples all along the road, giving it an aura of spirituality.

Nobody could attack this city, for it would be seen as an insult to Lord Rudra.

It became a land of supreme peace and hence prosperity. Suppressed people from across the confederacy found solace here. Traders found that this was the safest place to base their business. Peace and nonalignment to any other kingdom in Swadweep has actually made Kashi an oasis of stability. Where else would they be safe? But the Brangas have tested even the famed Kashi patience and hospitality.

Kashi is a cosmopolitan city and nobody is forced to change their way of life. But the Brangas wanted their own area because they have certain special customs. The Kashi royal family advises its citizens that the Brangas have suffered a lot in their homeland and that Kashi denizens should be compassionate.

But most people find that difficult. In fact, a few years back, it was rumoured that the situation came to such a pass that the king of Kashi was about to order the eviction of the Brangas. Branga is by far the richest land today.

And the eviction order was buried. I think we can put that down as another strange characteristic of the Brangas. Parvateshwar was already organising the place so that Shiva could alight. He saw Drapaku at a distance giving orders to Nandi and Veerbhadra. Bhagirath had already bounded down the gangway in search of the Kashi head of police. Sati tapped Shiva lightly. He turned to look at her and she gestured delicately with her eyes.

Shiva looked in the direction she had indicated. Shiva joined his hands in a polite namaste and bowed slightly to Athithigva, the king of Kashi.

Athithigva in turn bowed low in respect to the Neelkanth. Chapter 5 A Small wrong? He cupped her face gently. I have requested for breakfast to be served in our room. You are finally learning my ways! As Shiva walked into the comfortable washroom attached to their chamber at the Kashi palace, Sati looked out. The famous ring road, also called the Sacred Avenue, was clearly visible. It was an awe-inspiring sight. Unlike the congested city of Kashi itself, the avenue was very broad, allowing even six carts to pass simultaneously.

There was a breathtaking profusion of trees around the road, with probably all the species of flora from the Indian subcontinent represented. Beyond the trees lay the plethora of temples. The boulevard extended upto a roughly semi-circular distance of more than thirty kilometres and not one of the buildings built on its sides was anything but a place of worship.

But of course, that belief was scarcely built on reality, considering that the Indians worshipped over thirty million gods.

But one could safely state that practically all the popular gods had a temple dedicated to them on this holy pathway. And the most majestic temple of them all was dedicated, but of course, to the most admired of them all, the great Mahadev himself, Lord Rudra. It was this temple that Sati was staring at. It had been built close to the Brahma Ghat. Anywhere else. No one had understood why. But at the same time, no one argued with the fearsome Lord Rudra. We certainly needed the rest after the string of ceremonies at Assi Ghat.

But I fear he will not be leaving you alone today. I could make out that he has a lot to talk to you about. The more I see it, the more it feels like home. Especially not me! There are only two women who can make a man break the vow of lifelong celibacy. Either the apsara Menaka or you. He had already experienced the pleasures of love.

Menaka just had to remind him, not create the need. The General on the other hand is a virgin!

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But when something is so beautiful, achieving it cannot be easy, can it? The Princess was obviously in love. She hoped Parvateshwar had the good sense to realise his good fortune in time. The sun had already covered a third of its daily journey. Drapaku, Nandi and Veerbhadra stood guard at the door supporting the baton-wielding Kashi royal guard.

It was a mystery to Drapaku how only batons could be used to protect a royal family. What if there was a serious attack? Meanwhile, Parvateshwar had set off on a tour with the Kashi police chief. It was expected that practically the entire city would be lining the Sacred Avenue to catch a glimpse of the Neelkanth, for only the nobility had been allowed to meet him at his arrival at Assi Ghat. My family, while being different from the royal family that conducted that puja, honours the promise to this day.

These people are all mad! Well intentioned, but mad! You are a good king and I suggest you continue to serve your people. May we impose on your hospitality for this duration? Lady Sati and you can stay here for all time to come. Also, I want to meet the leader of the Brangas in your city. I will certainly summon him to your presence.

Speaking to anyone else from that unfortunate tribe is useless. Divodas is the only one sensible or capable enough to interact with others. I believe he is out on a trading trip and should be returning by tonight. Parvateshwar was with Bhagirath, Drapaku and Tratya, the Kashi police chief, upon a raised platform on the Sacred Avenue. And the Kashi police appeared woefully ill-trained to manage the crowd.

They were polite to a fault, which usually worked with the courteous Kashi citizens. But on an occasion like this, when every person was desperate to jump up front and touch the Lord, the firm hand of the Suryavanshis was called for.

Drapaku, using the hook on his amputated left hand, pulled himself back onto the platform with surprising agility. Tratya looked down. But this time they were caught red-handed by some of their neighbours, who are swearing retribution for this sin. It was only a matter of time before some citizens lost their patience and did something. There is a widespread belief that they sacrifice the bird in some bizarre ceremonies in their colony. Now they have been caught red- handed and are going to be taught a lesson.

We accept every community from India in Kashi. All of them live peacefully, making this great city their home. But the Brangas purposely want to infuriate every one of us. This riot is actually a bad path to a good end.

Just let it happen. Your citizens do not have the right to riot and hurt innocent people who may have had nothing to do with the killing of the bird. I cannot and will not do anything on this. Parvateshwar stared hard at Tratya. It took only a moment for him to make up his mind. Prince Bhagirath, will you accompany me? Standing by and doing nothing while a sin is committed is as bad as committing the sin yourself. You should be thanking the General for doing your job. They were in front of the Branga quarters.

The legendary hoards of gold brought in by the refugees from the East had transformed this particularly congested part of the city into spacious residences. Brangas lived in a lavishly designed and intricately carved multi-storey building, the tallest in all of Kashi, save for the Vishwanath temple and the royal palaces.

The building was surrounded on all sides by a large garden, strangely enough both lusciously landscaped and conservatively symmetrical, much like the one at the Narsimha temple in Magadh. A board at its entrance proudly proclaimed the loyalty of its residents: Narrow paths led out into what were suburbs dominated by immigrants from Ayodhya, Magadh, Prayag and other parts of the Chandravanshi confederacy.

A little known fact was that even some Meluhans, tired of the regimented life in their homeland and fearful of giving up their birth children at Maika, had found refuge in Kashi. They tolerated the chaos of the Chandravanshi ways for the pleasure of watching their children grow. They were surrounded on all four sides by a hostile population living in densely-populated areas along congested streets leading to the Branga quarters. Escape was out of the question.

They would be easily mobbed in the narrow lanes. The garden gave them some measure of protection. Any mob attacking the Brangas would be exposed in that area for at least a minute till they reached the building itself. The Brangas, perhaps always fearful of their status in Kashi, had stocked the roof of their building with a huge horde of rocks.

Thrown from that height, the rocks were like missiles, capable of causing serious injury, possibly even death if it hit the right spot. The Kashi mob, meanwhile, was releasing dogs, which the Brangas considered unclean, into the closed compound. They knew the Brangas would respond with stones to chase the animals back. Parvateshwar realised that in this battle of attrition, it was a matter of time before the Branga rocks ran out and they were susceptible to a full frontal attack.

Outnumbered at more than a hundred to one, despite the fact that their enemies were armed with such laughable weapons as kitchen knives and washing clubs, the Brangas had little chance of survival. They believe the Brangas can download out the courts with their gold.

They are dirty scoundrels who break every law, even as they throw their gold around. He looked down and whispered. Would Lord Rudra have done this? No, Your Highness. How can we ensure that, while keeping the Brangas alive and safe?

Bhagirath smiled immediately, for he could suspect where Parvateshwar was going. The Brangas will be injured, but alive. I know this is not entirely right. But sometimes, the only way to prevent a grave wrong is to commit a small wrong. I will have to take full responsibility for this and answer to the Parmatma. It had not escaped his notice that his elder sister had been lavishing attention on the Meluhan General.

Parvateshwar turned to Kaavas. They were back in no time. Parvateshwar had meanwhile spoken to the leaders of the Kashi mob, promising them justice if they dropped their weapons.

They waited patiently for the Suryavanshis to deliver. Parvateshwar gathered the Suryavanshis in front of him. Use the batons. Limit the blows to their limbs, avoid their heads. Keep your shield rigidly in the tortoise formation. Rocks from that height can kill. The Meluhans moved quickly into battle formation, with Parvateshwar, Bhagirath and Veerbhadra in the lead. Kaavas, who was unfamiliar with such tactics, was placed in the middle, where it was safest. As the soldiers marched into the Branga garden, there was a hailstorm of stones.

Their shields kept them safe as they strode slowly but surely towards the building entrance. The entrance itself was, naturally, narrower than the garden path. The tortoise formation would have to be broken here. Parvateshwar ordered a double file charge into the building, shields held left-right to prevent attacks from the sides.

He had assumed the rocks could not be used within the building. A grave miscalculation. Shiva and Sati had just entered the massive Vishwanath temple. The temple, built a little distance away from the Brahma Ghat, was an imposing structure. The red sandstone structure, almost the colour of blood, was startlingly sober. The giant platform, almost twenty metres in height, which soared from the farthest point of the garden, had absolutely no carvings or embellishments, unlike any other temple Shiva had seen so far.

A hundred steps had been carved into the platform. Devotees, who reached atop the platform, would be stunned by the main temple spire, again of red sandstone, which soared an improbable eighty metres. Just like the platform, the main temple also had no carvings.

There were a hundred square pillars to hold up the spire.

Unlike other temples, the sanctum sanctorum was in the centre and not at the far end. Within the sanctum was the statue that drew devotees from across the land: The formidable Lord Rudra.

Legend had it that Lord Rudra mostly worked alone. He had no known friends whose stories could be immortalised in frescoes on the temple walls. There was no favourite devotee whose statue could be placed at his feet. The only partner Lord Rudra had, the only one he listened to, was Lady Mohini.

Hence Krittika found it odd that her legendary beauty had not been rendered into an idol. To her surprise, Krittika discovered that the sanctum had another entrance from the back.

Through that entrance a devotee would see an idol of Lady Mohini, rumoured to be the most gorgeous woman of all time, sitting on a throne. Her beautiful eyes were in an enchanting half stare. But Krittika noticed that in her hand, surreptitiously hidden at first view, was a knife. Mohini, ever capricious and deadly.

Krittika smiled. It seemed fitting that the idols of Lady Mohini and Lord Rudra were back to back. They shared a complex relationship; partners but with vastly different outlooks.

Krittika bowed low to Lady Mohini. While some refused to honour her as Vishnu , Krittika was amongst the majority which believed that Lady Mohini deserved the title of the Propagator of Good. The Lord was an imposing and impossibly muscled man.

His hirsute chest sported a pendant. Upon closer examination, Shiva realised the pendant was a tiger claw. The reveal of the Naga's identity was shocking, to say the least. The "secret" of the Nagas, however, was something I had long suspected so I wasn't blown away by the "cliff-hanger". As for that Master Pupeteer, I think it's view spoiler [Bhrigu hide spoiler ]. There's a suspicious character if there ever was one! But, the book is not perfect either. Many issues are brought up and then never addressed again, or explained properly.

Or this mysterious plague that seems to affect them, nothing is mentioned as to what it is or why it is happening or how it started and it is never brought up again after that chapter.

The Immortals of Meluha

Sati annoyed me a bit in this book. He lives for the purpose he was made for. Along with it, the search for identity is underway.

The position of a foreigner probably helped him to eke out the truths; we must not forget that the earlier Mahadev also was an outsider, who descended from Pariha. The texts deserve to be treated carefully as representations of empires with different ruling and social system. The Immortals of Meluha begins with the descriptions of life in the tribes of Tibet. Internal conflict and unrest among the tribes predominates their lives. It takes the best of both the Suryavanshi and Chandravashi way of lives and creates one for itself.

In Meluha, the king is the ruler. Every subject is bound to follow the rules as propagated by the king. Even the king and his family are also supposed to follow all the decorum. Theirs is an organised system-bound life. In Meluha, the society is at a stable state.

Swadweepans have ultimate disparate social classes. It looks like a state of frenzy to the Vol. Freedom for the wretched to also have dignity. On a surface outlook, Meluha appears to be the perfect governance system one can ever have.

But with gradual progress of the narrative, the lacunas make their presence prominent; the kind propagates of equality in his kingdom, but in reality exploits the system in favour of his own family. I want the entire vikarma law scrapped. Nobody will be a vikarma from now on. Bad fate can strike anyone. It is ridiculous to blame their past lives for it. This was unexpected. Like all Meluhans, he too was superstitious about the vikarma.

His displeasure was not with the vikarma law itself but with his daughter being classified as one. The proclamation will state that the entire vikarma law has been scrapped. The king was affectionate towards its subjects but that could not stop him from treating his own family as a privileged one.

Daksha was well aware of his power position and know how to exploit it. The same attitude reflects as he wishes to attack Swadweep and make it a part of Meluha. Swadweepans were not in the dire necessity of being governed by Meluhan system.

The Meluhan emperor shows the attitude of the coloniser that makes him feel the urge to unite the free nations under one flag and rule over the entire dynasty. One must mention the Vol. Kashi becomes a point of confluence of every kind of beliefs, castes and creeds.

The liberalism practiced by Kashi does not make it vulnerable; rather this liberal framework makes it a place of ultimate peace and stability. The attitude of the king and the utopian Ram Rajya turns itself into dystopia. But the state provides the basic necessities. And in that, there is complete equality. The projected reality differs from the actual reality that differentiates them from the other dynasties.

The Immortals of Meluha

The Meluhan emperor intended to use the myth of Neel-kanth for his own purpose. The power position alters as soon as Shiva starts discovering that the nature of evil is truly a relative one. There can be nothing like the absolute divine or the absolute evil. Tripathi structures an age old story within a modern perspective which allows interpretation and speculations, keeping in mind the contemporary socio-political scenario. Gender positions in the trilogy require attention.

Much has not been discussed whether the dynasties followed patriarchy or matriarchy; but keeping in mind the general description, it can be assumed that patriarchy was the basic functional principle of these societies.

Patriarchy was used primarily to demonstrate the prevalent social structure, not to marginalise women and their voices. We can find a wide range of feminine portrayals in the Vol.

While talking about the Tibetan tribes, we can be sure of their patriarchal social structure. On the other hand, Meluha had highly revered female medical practitioner like Ayurvati and Kankhala who adorned the most important places in the Meluhan court, by taking care of all the administrative, protocol and revenue matters.

The chief protagonist is portrayed in a perfect blend of femininity and self-control. Sati fights her own battles. She is not overtly 'fertile'; and she does not depend on anybody to protect her. She is also the embodiment of truth, virtue, morality, beauty as well as 'softer' emotions.

She is not someone who needs to be taken care of. Rather, she is the most perfect person in the entire narrative.

We must also take a look at the portrayal of characters like Veerini, and Renuka, mother of Parshuram. She could not even raise her voice over her husband in order to live with her children. For her, motherhood provides her the essential agency and empowerment. Her voice only starts finding its place when her children are in danger. Obsession with his beloved child Sati, Daksha could cross any restrain.

Veerini acts as a logical restrain to him. She decides to live the same fate with her subjects. Portrayal of Renuka, a Kshatriya lady is really important here. She dared to go against her own clan for the sake of her love, and also pursued her husband to live her life in her own terms. She advocates her own voice for her freedom.

That brings her the horrific end: honour killing. In the texts, we can find that the Vol. The law of Vikarma is the obvious point being referred to here.The Arishtanemi brigadier and acting general of the Meluhan army had carried a homing pigeon with him to deliver the news of the subsequent battle to Daksha.

She could not even raise her voice over her husband in order to live with her children. I want you to drive it forward. The Nagas tell me the reconstruction has been surprisingly slow. Secrecy was required. The translations of The Immortals of Meluha and The Secret of the Nagas are the first translated books to enter the Top 15 national bestsellers lists.

Let it go. But I need this boy! The Lord had far greater powers and knowledge. The Secret of the Nagas.