The Mahamantri of The Dhyaneshwar Samjrajya Shreedhar is entering the Rajya Sabha” The royal guard cried.
A slim man, with a slightly twisted turban on his head, and his right hand rolled over his greenish yellow silk, slightly developed chest, adorned with silver ornaments, which deeply contrasted
the bright yellow as worn by the royals, walked into the Durbar.
Just like all other Suryavanshis, or from the clan of the Sun, the Prime Minister also had the Glorifying Suryavanshi symbol of the Sun imprinted on his forehead with turmeric and vermellion, radiating it’s it’s light in all directions.
Stopping at the exact center of the architectural wonder of the Rajya Sabha,or the Assembly of the Royalty, so that he could use the technical knowledge of sound and reverberations, the Dhyaneshwar enggineers had used to design the court, to the fullest, he folded his hands to the Natraj Murati, the idol of their deity, Lord Shiva, that stood just a few metres above the royal throne and then, this man cleared his throat,
“Namaskaram Samrat!” he folded his hands again in a Namaste to his Samrat, his emperor, ” Greetings to all the courtiers”, he said repeating the same process.
“Today, I have got two messages for this Rajya Sabha”,his voice echoed in the geometrically designed hall, “One is as good as if Narayan has himself ordered the Sun to rise over Vijaygarh”, he said referring to the capital of the Dhyaneshwar Empire, “And the other one is as bad as if the Demon Rahu has arrived eclipsed the very Sun, gifted to us, even before it has dawned.”
The second sentence invited marks of stress on the courtier’s faces.
“It is upto you, O Wise Men! What you want to listen to first?”, It was in ShreeDhar’s nature to play with words.
There was an sense of excitement and fear in the Dhyaneshwar Rajya Sabha, or the Assembly of the Royalty.
Soon, the silence took the form of murmuring and then as it was turning to chaos, a heavy voice erupted,
“Shreedhar, it is not the time for riddles. The question is about Empire’s future. Tell us what you know!”
Only and only one person in all the one hundred and eight kingdoms over which Vijaygarh ruled,had the courage to address the Mahamantri,the Prime Minister, the man who was the brains behind running this empire, by his name.
“Apologies, Dada”, smiled The Prime Minister through his greying beard, ” I almost forgot that the Greatest Dhyaneshwar warrior ever,The Founder of this Empire, Ajayindra Dhyaneshwar is himself in the Rajya Sabha”.
“The good news is that, ” the Mahamantri ignored the Dhyaneshwar patriarch, whose face still showed the resentment for the Prime Minister’s previous statement, ” The Empire has successfully annexed the Democracy ,of Janrajya.”
The entire Rajya Sabha burst into an applause.After all why wouldn’t they? The biggest enemy of the empire, the Democratic Nation of Janarajya was the only thorn in their way to rule the entire Jambudweepa. With it annexed,the entire Southern coastline was now under the control of Vijaygarh.
However, Ajayindra’s face remained unmoved, as if he knew what was coming next,but was waiting for the Prime Minister to utter the same.
“And the bad news is”, the entire applause died, as if an air of mystery and urgency penetrated the unbreakable walls of the Vijaygarh Royal Palace.
ShreeDhar, cleared his throat yet again, looking straight into the eyes of the Emperor, continued,
“The Kaleshwar battle ships have been spotted flowing towards the Eastern Coast of the country.”
The entire Rajya Sabha again exploded into murmuring. The atmosphere of mystery and urgency was replaced by blanket of fear and despair.
The Emperor turned his gaze towards the Family Patriarch, who was still sitting quietly on his throne, lost in a deep meditative thought.