This thread was just like a marigold, brilliant and bright, radiating a pale yellow glow under the sunlight.
"How beautiful!"
In an instant, Shachi's dark eyes lit up, captivated by this beautiful strand of thread.
Such a beautiful thread!
"Narayana, oh~ Narayana~"
Narada Muni was chanting the Supreme Lord's name, smiling gently, very much in agreement with Shachi's taste.
Of course, anything belonging to the Supreme Lord was beautiful!
"I give this thread to you, go forth and practice asceticism!"
"Under your rigorous practice, weave this thread into a wristband, and this accessory will also protect your husband!"
Narada Muni said with a laugh.
In the past, he used to lightly jest with Indra, but he had recently been thoroughly tricked. Indra had stolen all the limelight, and he couldn't wait to see Indra lose that limelight and break his composure.
"Hahaha!"
