In this world, everyone seeks spiritual knowledge.
The only difference is—
some seek it to understand the divine…
while others seek it to fulfill the darkness within themselves.
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The scriptures Mahārishi Kripacharya spoke of were not ordinary texts.
They were ancient.
Forbidden.
Sacred beyond human comprehension.
Granthas and Purāṇas carrying immeasurable spiritual knowledge within them—knowledge capable of transforming the very foundation of human consciousness.
And once truly understood…
that knowledge could erase every desire that pulled a soul toward Adharma.
Hatred.
Violence.
Greed.
Corruption.
The darkness hidden within the human mind itself.
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But such power came with danger.
Because if these scriptures ever fell into the hands of someone consumed by evil—
then the spiritual knowledge hidden within them would become a weapon.
Not just knowledge.
Power.
A power capable of twisting faith itself.
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Even during Kaliyug, there had been countless seekers who studied these sacred texts to understand Parmārtha… to deepen their devotion toward God and walk the path of Dharma.
But there were others as well.
People driven not by devotion—
but by hunger.
Sinners obsessed with uncovering the hidden secrets buried within those scriptures.
Secrets powerful enough to manipulate belief itself.
To weaken humanity's devotion toward the divine.
To spread darkness so deeply into the coming age that future generations would no longer even recognize the path of righteousness.
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And perhaps—
that was inevitable.
Because if a new Satya Yuga was destined to rise again…
then darkness would rise alongside it.
Where Dharma exists—
Adharma follows.
Where truth exists—
falsehood seeks to corrupt it.
Human desire itself ensures that both will always coexist.
And that was precisely why the Dharmic scriptures had been created.
Not merely as books—
but as guides.
To lead humanity back toward truth.
To destroy the hatred, jealousy, violence, and corruption hidden within human hearts through spiritual awakening.
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And we had attained that knowledge.
At least… partially.
But despite an entire year of relentless training—
one weakness still remained within all three of us.
Not just me.
Andy.
Maan.
All of us.
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There was one attachment Mahārishi continuously tried to remove from within us.
Yet no matter how hard we tried—
we couldn't erase it.
Or perhaps…
we didn't want to.
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Mahārishi finally spoke one evening during meditation.
"Until you destroy those emotions completely…"
"…they will continue to exist as weaknesses capable of destroying you."
His gaze shifted toward Maan.
"And I am especially saying this to you."
The chamber fell silent.
Kripacharya's voice deepened.
"Remove her from your heart."
"From your thoughts."
"From your emotions."
"From your dreams."
Maan's expression hardened slightly.
Mahārishi continued—
"Every single day, the three of you remember her as though you are chanting the name of God Himself."
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For several moments—
Maan said nothing.
Then quietly—
he spoke.
"She is greater than God to me, Rishivar."
The words stunned even the silence around us.
"I cannot erase her from within myself."
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Mahārishi remained calm.
Nearby, Hanuman had been silently listening to the entire conversation.
Then Kripacharya turned toward Him.
"Pavanputra…" he said thoughtfully,
"How can a being possessing such divine power become so deeply attached to someone?"
Hanuman smiled faintly.
A knowing smile.
"Rishivar…"
"You call her an ordinary protector?"
His voice carried gentle amusement.
"She herself carries the essence of Mahākāli within her."
The atmosphere shifted slightly the moment those words were spoken.
Hanuman continued—
"And are not the Gods themselves deeply connected to their devotees?"
His gaze slowly moved toward Maan.
"In his eyes… she is not merely their protector."
A pause.
"She is divine itself."
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Silence settled across the chamber once more.
Then Hanuman spoke again—
"And perhaps…"
"…what you believe to be their weakness…"
"…may one day become their greatest strength."
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Mahārishi Kripacharya remained silent for several moments.
Then finally—
he nodded slowly.
"Your words are true."
A faint calmness returned to his expression.
"Perhaps this matter should now be left to time itself."
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He looked toward the three of us.
And for the first time in a long while—
there was satisfaction in his eyes.
"They are prepared now."
"Prepared for every coming calamity."
His voice echoed steadily through the chamber.
"Strength."
"Wisdom."
"Discipline."
"Concentration."
"Endurance."
"Control."
"They now possess all these qualities."
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Hanuman smiled again.
"You have trained them exactly the way Siya had hoped."
The moment her name was spoken—
everything fell silent again.
"She made the correct decision leaving them under your guidance, Guruvār."
Kripacharya lowered his eyes briefly.
Then spoke softly—
"I have merely completed the unfinished task left behind by Devi Siya."
And somehow—
those words carried both pride…
and grief.