He had shifted his grandfather's entire library to his new home. He would come to that library whenever he was writing, thinking, and wanting solitude.
The library was locked in the same abyss that his grandfather had handed over on his deathbed to protect that treasure, which was kept extremely secret among the books.
My grandfather had a friend who was a great magician who lived in some forest in the eastern hills that no one was afraid to cross. He would visit his grandfather as a guest once or twice a year. For the next few days, the two will be immersed in the interior of the cellar with poojas, mantras and experiments. New knowledge will be shared with each other.
The copper-plated secret mantra covered with red silk was the spells given by the guest on such a day . That small bundle is half of his big experiment. He said he would return immediately with the other half and told her not to open it until he came and left it to be kept. But the friend did not return for months or years. Although searched in many places, the grandfather did not get the information about his friend.
His grandfather died, instructing Rushikesh to return the spells when his friend returned. Although the youth of Rushikesh dared to open it many times with excitement, he respected the barrier of a mature mind.
His mind told him that he had a chance to meet his grandfather's friend on this forest trip. He decided to keep the spell secret so that he could be handed over to him as he may have been too old at times.