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The shenanigans of SuryaLok (WIP)

Summary:

DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ.

NOT COMPLETED, WIP

What truly goes on inside SuryaLok? One can only guess how the Gods of health, God of death, God of Karma and Justice and the personification of River Yamuna manage their lives inside one Palace.

-Heavily inspired by the mythological serial 'Karmfal Daata Shani'

(No one wrote what I wanted to read, so I had to get matters into my own hands)

Chapter Text

Yami sat alone in her chambers. Frankly enough, she was growing quite bored watching the golden walls of her room in utter silence. No one was here to give her company. The dawn of the morning had brought Lord Indra, who had arrived in Suryalok claiming that an Asura was planning to attack Indralok and take his throne. Soon enough, a meeting was arranged, and all the Gods gathered in the Throne Room of the Sun Palace, including her two brothers.  

Nastya and Dasra were not in SuryaLok either; they were on Earth, collecting some enchanted herbs for medication. Yami tried to contact them via the enchanted hand mirror she had, but they ignored her, perhaps busy with herb gathering or deliberately ignoring their elder sister. She had even tried to talk with Tapti, her younger sister, but she had her nose stuck up in some fictional book that she had gotten from NanaShree Vishwakarma. Yami pouted in boredom. Why was her life so uneventful? 

She could not remember the last time something interesting happened in SuryaLok; perhaps the last fight between Jyest Yama and Shani could be classified as 'interesting.' Yami sighed, for very powerful gods, Jyest and Shani, fought like little kids sometimes. Sibling rivalry, Nastya called it. Leave them to their own devices, added Dasra. 

Yami poured herself a glass of Somaras, her gaze shifting to the vanity mirror. She looked quite stunning today; her long black hair was curled into perfection by some serving nymphs. Beautiful gold jewellery adorned her neck and wrists. Her golden eyes shone under the light of the palace. The dress she wore was adorned with the rarest of diamonds and made with the softest of silk. She could not help but feel as if her looks were going to waste.

It wasn't like she had a lover who would adorn her, whose gaze would never leave her.

Yami huffed at the thought. She could feel her cheeks burning at her delusional thoughts; she sounded like those romance novels that Tapti would read. The sudden commotion in the halls broke her mayhem of thought. It seemed as if the meeting had finally come to an end. 

Yami got up from her bed and made her way towards the hallway.