(A/N):
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Meanwhile at River Ganga shore...
The river flowed gently behind him.
Ashwatthama had already left. His laughter still lingered faintly in the air.
Devara stood alone now.
"...."
He turned toward the water—Ready to return.
To go back. To where everything felt safe.
Familiar.
"…Mom must be waiting…"
He took a step forward—
"Son."
A voice. Soft. Sweet. Warm in a way that felt… different.
Devara froze hearing it for a second.
"...."
Slowly—He turned.
Standing a few steps behind him—Was a woman.
Clad in gentle earth-toned garments.
A crown of blooming flowers resting upon her head. Her presence—Calm.
Grounding.
Not overwhelming like the river.
But steady. Endless. Like the land itself.
Devara blinked looking at her.
-Blink!
"…Who are you?"
The woman smiled. Not immediately answering.
Instead—She stepped closer.
Slowly. Carefully.
As if approaching something precious.
Devara watched her. Curious. There was no fear.
"...."
Only confusion.
And then—
[–DUM!–DUM!–]
The familiar pulse echoed in his mind.
A crimson interface flickered into existence.
⚠️ [Special Task Triggered...]
🎯 [Task: "A Mother's Turn"
Objective: Please your second mother, Goddess Bhūdevi, and allow yourself to be spoiled.]
Devara's eyes widened slightly.
"...."
"…Second… mother?"
[🎁 Rewards +45 Karma Points]
[🔓 Bonus Unlock Condition...]
[Ganga Putra Reward Chain Activated]
[Current Accumulated Hidden Karma: 750 Points
Reward Unlock Pending...]
The screen pulsed. Then stabilized.
Devara stood still. Processing.
"...."
'…Bhūdevi…?'
His gaze slowly lifted—Back to the woman standing before him.
Now—It made sense. The calm. The presence. The feeling beneath his feet.
'…Earth…'
His thoughts shifted.
'…If I was born in the river …Then the riverbed…'
A pause.
'…belongs to her.'
His eyes widened just a little more.
'…Then…'
He looked at her again.
"…You're… my mother too?"
Silence.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Then—The woman smiled. Warm. Gentle. And deeply satisfied.
"Finally."
She stepped closer.
"I was wondering when you would realize."
Devara blinked seeing her reaction.
-Blink! -Blink!
"…Then why didn't you come before?"
A very fair question.
Bhūdevi sighed softly.
-Sigh!
"...."
Then—She looked toward the river. With a very specific expression.
"Because…"
A small pause.
"Someone…"
Another pause.
"…wouldn't let me."
The wind carried her words lightly.
-Breeze!
But the meaning was clear.
Devara tilted his head.
"…Mother?"
Bhūdevi nodded hearing him.
-Nod
"Your river mother is… very protective."
A faint smile.
"And a little selfish."
Not anger. Just playful complaint.
Devara blinked again.
-Blink!
"...."
Then—Unexpectedly—He smiled.
"…She is."
Bhūdevi's eyes softened.
"But today…"
She knelt down slightly. Bringing herself to his level.
"You stepped onto my domain."
Her hand gently touched the ground.
The earth responded.
Subtly. Warmly.
"So now…"
Her gaze met his.
"It's my turn."
Devara looked at her.
Then—At the system panel still faintly glowing.
[…Be spoiled…]
A strange instruction.
But… Not unpleasant. He hesitated.
Then asked—
"…What do you want to do?"
Bhūdevi's smile widened.
Not grand. Not overwhelming. But quietly delighted.
"Nothing complicated."
She reached out gently. And placed her hand on his head.
"Just let me… be your mother for a while."
Silence.
"...."
"...."
"...."
The wind softened. The ground felt warmer.
Devara didn't move. Didn't resist.
For a moment—He simply stood there.
Then—Quietly—
"…Okay."
Bhūdevi's fingers gently wrapped around Devara's hand.
"Come," she said softly.
"I'll cook for you today."
Devara blinked looking at the happy goddess who was taking him to her domain.
"…Cook?"
That sounded… interesting.
He took a small step forward—
"Devara!"
The voice cut through the air.
Calm. But sharp.
The ground stilled. The wind paused.
"...."
Bhūdevi's lips curved slightly.
"…Ah."
The river surged. Water rose. Twisted.
And from its depths—Goddess Ganga emerged.
She stepped onto the shore, droplets trailing behind her like obedient stars.
Her eyes—Locked. On Bhūdevi. Narrowed.
"...."
"Where are you taking my son?"
The words were smooth. But carried a clear edge.
Devara looked between them.
'…Oh.'
Bhūdevi didn't let go of his hand. Instead—She smiled.
"Your son?"
A small tilt of her head.
"Our son."
Silence.
"...."
"...."
"...."
The river stilled completely.
Ganga's eyes widened. Just slightly.
Because—Bhūdevi hadn't hidden it. Hadn't softened it.
She had said it—in front of him.
Devara blinked again looking at the dynamic between them.
'…Our?'
Bhūdevi continued, calm and composed.
"He was born in your waters…"
Her fingers gently brushed the ground.
"But upon my domain."
A pause.
"Which makes him mine as well."
Ganga stepped forward.
"That does not mean you can simply take him."
Her voice remained controlled.
But the current beneath it—Was not.
Bhūdevi chuckled softly.
-Chuckle!
"Take him?"
She looked down at Devara. Then back at Ganga.
"I'm not taking him."
A faint smirk.
-Smirk!
"I'm spending time with him."
Another pause.
"Something I've been denied for five years."
Ganga's expression tightened.
"...."
"You were not denied."
Bhūdevi raised an eyebrow.
"Oh?"
A step forward to meet Ganga's eyes.
"So all those 'busy,' 'later,' and 'he's sleeping'—"
Her smile sharpened slightly.
"—were invitations?"
Devara slowly looked up at Ganga.
"…Mother?"
Ganga paused. Just for a moment.
"...."
Bhūdevi didn't miss it.
"Relax."
Her tone softened slightly.
"I am not like a certain river goddess…"
A glance.
"…who keeps him all to herself."
Ganga's eyes narrowed further.
"...."
"I was protecting him."
Bhūdevi nodded like she believed her.
"And I am spoiling him."
A beat.
"There is a difference."
Silence.
"...."
"...."
"...."
The air grew… interesting.
Devara stood between them.
"...."
Looking left. Looking right.
'…What is happening…?'
Ganga spoke again trying to play the old tricks.
"He just came out of the river. He needs rest."
Bhūdevi replied instantly—
"He needs experiences. The world. And… good food."
She smiled at Devara.
"Better than just milk."
Ganga crossed her arms.
"My milk is sufficient."[1]
Bhūdevi's smile widened.
"Oh, I'm sure it is."
A pause.
"But variety all ways makes things intersting."
Devara's eyes sparkled slightly.
"…Variety?"
Both goddesses paused.
"...."
"...."
Then—Looked at him. At the same time.
"Yes."
In perfect sync. They stopped.
Glanced at each other.
Then looked away.
Devara blinked caught off guard by their response at a same time.
'…Okay…'
Neither pulled him. Neither forced him.
But both stood—Firm. Waiting.
Ganga spoke softly now.
"Come back with me."
Bhūdevi followed without giving any time—
"Or come with me."
Silence.
"...."
"...."
"...."
The choice hung. Heavy. But Devara didn't feel pressure.
Only—Warmth.
From both sides.
He looked at Ganga. Then at Bhūdevi.
Then—Smiled.
"…Can I… go with both?"
Silence.
Both goddesses froze.
"...."
"...."
That—Was not expected.
Devara continued—
"I'll come back."
Looking at Ganga with his innocent eyes.
"And I'll visit."
Looking at Bhūdevi with the same look.
A pause.
"…That's okay, right?"
Ganga exhaled slowly.
Bhūdevi tilted her head.
Then—Both smiled. Just slightly.
"Fine."
Again. In sync.
They paused. Then looked away.
Again.
Devara grinned hearing them.
'…That worked.'
[–DUM!–DUM!–]
[Task Progress: "A Mother's Turn"]
[Status: In Progress
Bonus Condition Triggered: Balanced Emotional Response
[Hidden Reward Multiplier Applied with +35 Karma points.]
The screen faded.
After both goddess chatted for some time.
Devara waved happily.
"Bye, Mom!"
Ganga stood by the river, arms crossed—but her eyes were soft.
"Come back soon."
"I will!"
And just like that—Bhūdevi took his hand.
The ground beneath them shifted.
Not breaking. Not opening. But welcoming.
The earth softened—And they sank.
Not falling. Descending.
Gently.
As if the world itself was guiding them inward.
Devara's eyes widened.
"...."
"…Woah…"
Darkness surrounded them—For only a moment.
Then—Light.
Soft. Golden. Warm.
They emerged into a vast underground realm—And Devara froze.
"...."
"…It's… beautiful…"
It wasn't what he expected.
Not dark. Not empty. It was alive.
Endless greenery stretched in every direction.
Trees with glowing leaves. Flowers blooming in colors he had never seen. Vines hanging like curtains of light.
Small streams flowed gently across the land.
Birds flew freely—Their wings shimmering faintly.
Animals roamed peacefully.
Deer. Rabbits. Creatures he didn't recognize.
And among them—Beings that felt… divine.
A white stag with antlers like crystal.
A bird with feathers that glowed like embers.
A serpent coiled peacefully around a tree, its scales shining like polished gem.
It was not just a place.
It was—Nature itself… at peace.
Devara took a slow step forward.
"…Is this… your home?"
Bhūdevi smiled hearing his excited voice.
"Yes."
Her voice carried pride. But also warmth.
"This is my domain."
Devara turned in circles.Trying to take everything in.
"…It's like a… forest…"
He paused.
"…but better."
Bhūdevi chuckled softly.
-Chuckle!
"I'll take that as praise."
As they walked—Something shifted.
The creatures noticed.
One by one—They turned. And then—They bowed.
Birds lowered their heads mid-perch.
Animals bent slightly.
Even the air seemed to still in respect.
To Bhūdevi. The Mother of Earth.
Devara blinked looking at the scene.
"…They're greeting you."
Bhūdevi nodded gently.
-Nod
"They are part of me."
A pause.
"Just as you are."
Devara froze for a second feeling the gentle aura.
"...."
Then—Looked at them. Really looked.
The creatures weren't just observing Bhūdevi anymore.
They were watching him.
Curiously.
As if trying to understand.
"…Who is he?"
A small bird fluttered closer.
Hovering near Devara's shoulder.
Then—Tilted its head.
Devara smiled at it and waved his hand in greeting.
"…Hi."
The bird chirped softly.
-Chirp! -Chirp!
Then flew off.
Bhūdevi watched this quietly. A faint satisfaction in her eyes.
"They like you."
Devara looked around again.
"…They don't feel scary."
Bhūdevi shook her head.
"They won't harm you."
A subtle pause.
"Not unless you wish to be harmed."
Devara immediately shook his head.
"…I don't."
Bhūdevi laughed softly.
-Haha
"Good."
They continued walking.
Devara stayed close.
But his eyes wandered everywhere. Absorbing everything.
'…This world, …is bigger than I thought.'
Bhūdevi glanced down at him.
At his curiosity. His wonder.
And for a moment—She said nothing.
Because this—This was what she had wanted.
Not power. Not control.
Just—
'…Time with him.'
A faint pulse flickered in Devara's vision.
[-DUM!-DUM!-]
[Environment Entered: Bhūdevi Domain]
[Affinity Boost: Earth +10%]
Meanwhile where Drona was examining the sand castle...
The sand castle stood behind them.
Unbroken. Unchanged.
But Dronacharya had already understood—This was no ordinary place.
"Show me," he had said.
And Ashwatthama had led the way.
Now—They stood at the riverbank.
The same place. The same flowing waters.
But—No child. No Devara.
Only the endless sound of the Ganga.
Kripi looked around quietly.
"…There's no one here…"
Ashwatthama frowned slightly.
-Frown!
"He was here…"
Drona didn't respond.
Because his attention—Was fixed on the river.
He stepped forward. Each step deliberate.
Measured.
Until the water touched his feet.
Then—He folded his hands. Closed his eyes.
And began to chant.
A Ganga mantra.
" O Goddess Ganga,
you are the divine river of the gods,
the saviour of the three worlds.
You wander on the head of Lord Shiva;
may my mind always rest at your lotus feet..."
Low. Steady.
Each syllable carried weight.
Respect. Understanding.
The wind softened. The river's rhythm shifted—just slightly.
Kripi watched it.
"...."
Silent.
Ashwatthama stood beside her—Looking between his father and the water.
Confused. But copying.
Slowly—He folded his hands too.
After a few moments—The chant ended.
Drona opened his eyes.
And spoke.
"O Divine Mother Ganga…"
His voice was calm. But filled with sincerity.
"If it was truly you… Who bestowed milk upon my son…"
A pause.
"Then I offer my gratitude."
Kripi lowered her gaze.
Ashwatthama looked up at the river.
"...."
Still innocent. Still unaware. But followed his parents.
Drona continued.
"But if there is more to this…"
His eyes sharpened slightly.
"If there is a truth beyond what we understand… Then I humbly seek your guidance."
Silence followed.
"...."
"...."
"...."
The river flowed. Unchanged.
For a moment—It seemed as though no answer would come.
Then—The water stirred.
Not violently. Not dramatically.
But gently. Ripples formed.
A faint glow shimmered beneath the surface.
Kripi's breath caught.
"...."
Ashwatthama's eyes widened.
"…Mother…?"
Drona remained still.
Watching. Waiting.
Because he knew—A prayer made with sincerity… Never goes unheard.
The water rose slightly.
Not forming a full figure.
But enough. Enough to feel—Her presence.
Ganga.
Her voice echoed—Not in sound—But in the space around them.
"Your gratitude is received."
Kripi lowered her head instantly.
Ashwatthama blinked hearing the voice.
"...."
Drona bowed slightly.
"Then it was you Mother Ganga."
A pause.
The river shimmered.
"The milk… reached him through me."
Not a full answer. But not a denial.
Drona understood the meaning behind those words.
This was not something to question directly.
But something to respect.
"Then I am in your debt."
The river's glow softened.
"No."
A gentle response.
"You are a father. And he is a child. There is no debt in this."
Kripi's eyes filled again.
But this time—Not with helplessness. With relief.
Ashwatthama looked at the water.
"…Thank you."
Simple. Honest.
The river responded with a soft ripple.
As if smiling.
Drona remained still for a moment longer.
Then spoke again. Carefully.
"The child…"
A pause.
"Devara."
The name lingered. The river stilled.
Just slightly.
"He is… not ordinary."
A statement. Not a question.
A longer silence followed.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Then—
"He is my son, ...under my protection."
Nothing more. Nothing less.
Drona lowered his head.
"...."
Because that—Was answer enough.
The glow faded like it was never existed.
The river returned to normal.
As if nothing had happened.
Drona turned and left after giving a respected bow to the river.
Kripi followed behind her husband.
Ashwatthama lingered for a second—Looking back.
Then smiled. And ran after them.
"...."
Behind them—The Ganga flowed. Calm.
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(Author note:) This story was a heavy A.U and all those characters belong's to the OG creator of the epic. Except the Mc and Oc.
And I would never disrespect them.
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[1] They were having their own meaningful talk which is nothing to have with milk and food. yeah for those who were having question Devara eat food not just milk in goddess Ganga's domain.