[OS] The Dark Secrets of History; CHAPTER 2 UPDATED PAGE 2 - Page 2

Originally posted by: stopwatch12

Great post dude...am actually planning to write in the similar version.

Even i wanted ritik to understand shivanya n help her at the time of needs...

pls continue soon...am eager to check whether my views match with you or not...

Chapter 2 -- Daylight of Pasupathi Naag

Pasupathi, my friend.' Sadashiva said, a grin on his face. They were both in the royal palace, resting and sipping wine in golden chairs woven by the softest and finest silk.

Sadashiva, mere yaar!' Pasupathi returned the grin.

The brilliance of the sun slowly faded and young maid-servants entered the room silently to light the various candles and torches with fire.

"Your family, it's been so long hasn't it."

"Ten years is a long time."

Sadashiva laughed. "I owe you so much. This palace, this lifestyle, this kingdom, this land -- everything is because of you. Here, take it all!" He then rose and poured some wine into Pasupathi's cup.

"Aare, bas bas. I can't drink anymore."

"Don't think of this as a drink. Think of this as my wealth which I am giving to you."

Pasupathi's eyes twinkled with hidden mischievousness. "Oh that's smart. You're keeping the real wealth and just passing it off as this drink then, huh?"

"What to do? Drinking wine with my friends is my greatest wealth."

"Oh really?"

The sounds of their laughter filled the empty room. After a few minutes, the two men - who aged quite a bit - started coughing.

"Sadashiva," Pasupathi coughed. "You've certainly gotten quite old."

"Please Pasupathi, I'm coughing because I'm old. You're a naag, you shouldn't be coughing for another thousand years."

"I've turned into a human by hanging out with you too much."

They both rolled over, holding their ribs, as they giggled childishly, as if the other had cracked a hilarious joke. When they calmed down, SadaShiva was the first to speak.

"Pasupathi, so back to our original conversation - how is your family doing?"

"They are doing well. My young son should have become a strong young man by now, ready to get married."

"You had a son?"

"Yes, Gangadhar Naag."

"Gangadhar?"

"It's a long story, but to shorten it, my wife and I once lived along the shores of the Ganga. One day, we found a small basket floating downstream toward a pile of sharp rocks. Hearing a child crying, my wife beckoned me to save the child, so I immediately jumped in and pulled the basket out. What I saw astonished me."

"What did you see?"

"In there was a small child with tiny scales around certain parts of his body. It wasn't fully developed like an adult Naag, but he definitely was a Naag. But that's not the part that astonished me."

"The basket wasn't intended for the protection of the child. I think that this child was either kidnapped or his parents wanted to get rid of it. The basket was slightly smaller than three, maybe four hands in height. At the very bottom, some stones were placed to give it weight, and above it were some cushions which made it's way it about a finger or two from the top. So the baby barely had side protection. It was all Shiv-Shankar's grace that he was unharmed."

"Go on..." Sadashiva said, intrigued.

"The baby's arms would hang out from the basket, and when I pulled him out of the river, one of his hands were cupped and held perfectly still. It seems like while his hands were out, he touched Mother Ganga and scooped up some water in his little hand."

"So that's why you named him Gangadhar?"

Pasupathi smiled. "Yes. Gangadhar was an inside joke between my wife and I. Our original intentions were to name our child with one of Mahadev's names, but as our Ishtadev would have it, a sweet memory was formed as well."

"So, any news about Gangadhar then?"

"Yes. I received a letter from my wife during the war. He got married to an Ichchhadhari Naagin - Raina, a match made by our Lord Shiva because as it turns out, little Gangadhar comes from a line of Ichchhadhari Naags."

"Did you try to find out about his parents?"

"We told my father, Naagbhushana, when we returned and he informed us that a fairly weak clan of Ichchhadharis were captured and tortured for their Naagmani by a group of men not far from this region. He had their symbol on his left shoulder, which confirmed his lineage." He paused, took a deep breath, and continued. "You know, I've always thought of telling Gangadhar the truth, just so he doesn't find out from anyone else. It seems silly to think that he would run away from me, but still ..." Pasupathi looked down, tears forming around his once jubilant eyes.

SadaShiva looked with compassion to his dear friend. "So tell me about Raina!" He said gleefully, trying to change the topic.

"Raina." Pasupathi smiled and looked up. "Raina is simply wonderful my wife tells me. She is smart, funny, charming, and a pleasure to be around. She helps out in everything really. Pitaji is very impressed by her."

"She seems like a pleasure. You have to call your family here to visit at least. Heck, you still have to introduce your old friend to them."

Pasupathi laughed. "Please, have you looked at yourself in a mirror. That white hair will only scare everyone away. They'll think you're some kind of witch."

SadaShiva sniggered. "Oh pssh. What will your wife think when she sees you? She'll start hitting and blaming me for taking her handsome hubby away from her and turning him into some old man."

The two friends laughed the night away, intoxicated not by the taste of wine, but by the love and trust they had for each other.