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Arthala

🇮🇳Amit058
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This is a translation of the original novel I am not the author. This story will not be found in any Purana. This is my story. I am not going to tell you any popular history. I want to make you stand on the ground of my imagination. The imagination that inspires me, excites me, gives me a new fragrance and gives me a broad, fair and beautiful view of this world. ‎ ‎In this story, I have created the same world which is happening around me directly or indirectly. I have only changed the period. This was the period in which I had enough opportunities to expand my imagination. Whether man is of ages past or present, there has not been much change in human qualities and appearance. ‎ ‎Since childhood, I used to imagine exciting mythical characters like Dev, Asura, Devil, Demons and Rakshasa(evil spirits). When I grew up a little, when I gained some knowledge, then moving beyond their facial features and appearance, I started making logical calculations about their society, thoughts, behavior, mutual relations and psychology. I consider imagination to be the biggest energy of this universe. By solidifying the foundation of this imagination generation after generation, human civilization has been able to touch this mark of development today. ‎ ‎This imagination in my mind also created the basis of an era. I built the framework of its civilization, culture and society. I created characters from the past era and linked their mutual relationships. ‎ ‎This is not the life journey of a hero. This is the heroic saga of an entire era. I will not tell you anything specific about this saga on this page. I am very excited to tell you my saga. While creating this, I have learned and studied as much as I could. ‎ ‎I was thrilled, I hope you will take more from it. I invite you to travel to an unimagined world
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1 Vidhan

6,300 years ago, the sun rose in the same way as it does today. In the light of the rising sun, Vidhan saw his body. The hard practice of weapons for the last six years had made his body strong.

‎His chest had become broad, arms muscular, calves strong and thighs solid. In all these years, he had learned to use almost every type of weapon, especially the sword and spear.

‎The mild heat of the rising sun was providing a warm comfort to his body. He stood in the courtyard and waited for his mother's prayers to finish.

‎ His mother was pouring water on the Tulsi plant placed in the middle of the courtyard. There was still time for her prayers to finish. He thought, by the time his mother's prayers finish, I will bring out new pots. He took out new clay pots from the room next to the kitchen and started placing them in the courtyard.

‎Vidhan's father was the only potter in the entire village, after his death, his mother started making pots. His mother tried her best to get him involved in that work too, but he was filled with the passion of becoming a warrior. Only by becoming a warrior could he fulfill the only goal of his life

‎He took out the last piece of the cloth and sat there with his legs folded. Mother's worship was over. After praying in front of Tulsi, she offered water to the Sun, recited mantras, crushed some Tulsi leaves , brought them and put them in Vidhan's mouth. Mother again went to the kitchen muttering mantras.

‎As soon as mother went to the kitchen, a bullock cart stopped outside the courtyard. A fat animal emerged from it. That animal with two legs and a huge stomach was wearing a small basket made of thin reeds upside down on its head. In one hand it had a wooden stick and in the other a thin string of cotton. It came and stood near Vidhan calmly without saying anything. This was Vidhan's cousin Sattu.

‎Sattu wrapped the string on the stick, then threw it on the ground and pulled the string with a jerk. The spinning Top started dancing with a flat gesture. He made a noose with the string and threw the spinning Top in the air and took it on his right palm. The spinning Top again started rotating with the same flat gesture.

‎Then taking off the basket from its head with his left hand, he slowly sat down near Vidhan and said " finally the moment you have been waiting for has arrived "