Novel & Cerita Indian Water God

He barked in frustration, "So you are the one who told bhai about my location. Right?" "Sameer, you should know that you are talking about Samarth, the Samarth Goenka. Do you know why his name is Samarth? Samarth means Samarthya, another name of Lord Krishna, a powerful man; one who is efficient do anything. I don't need to give him the location. He is efficient to find out you." Dadi informed proudly and her pride was dripping from her each word.

Ordered Ajabde and dragged a reluctant Saubhgyavati along with her to the banks of the river Ganga. Descending down the stairs and down into the cool waters of the Ganges, Ajabde toddled her way into the water and began her prayers. With that she took her first dip in the water while Saubhgyavati watched her shaking her head mumbling, "God knows what's wrong with her." Coming out of the water she chanted another mantra and took the second dip. The rudraksha she wore around her neck slipped out, to which she remained completely oblivious.

Both of them will fight every single time they meet. That was true! The woman in an aqua blue dress was the legendary Water God, Gonggong! For thousands of years, Gonggong was known to have monstrous power and in control of the world's water resources in mankind’s legends. There was no record of Gonggong being a male or female, so many people thought Gonggong was a man.

************ In the Singh raizada mansion जगज्जालपालं चलत्कण्ठमालं शरच्चन्द्रभालं महादैत्यकालं नभोनीलकायं दुरावारमायं सुपद्मासहायम् भजेऽहं भजेऽहं ॥ (I worship and worship him, Who is the protector of the world, Who wears shining garland on his neck, Who has a forehead like autumn moon, Who is the god of death to great asuras, Who has the blue colour of the sky, Who has unstoppable powers of illusion, And who is the helper to Goddess Lakshmi.)

It was no use though. The water rose up angrily again, the sound within itself threatening the crew men but kadja was least worried. They had the best weilder there was aboard. She watched as his eyes shone a crystal blue as he talked to the water in calmly in an ancient language. His arm outstretched, and a warm blue light came from his palms. He was the water himself. He felt every torrent, every wave, every movement and every droplet. Each day, kadja understood more why the sun goddess had kept this one for herself. Corey's capabilities were beyond any she had ever seen but his dark side was yet to be discovered by those around him. In the coming war, they were lucky to have Corey on thi

"Were you not with Arsh? Why are you here? Where is he?" "It is real," Ghosavasu said to Govind. "It is Suvarna Varaha, the creature of mythical legends." Govind looked at the piglet closely. "I had heard your story about this Suvarna Varaha, but when I closely look at it, it seems like an ordinary piglet with golden stripes to me." Ghosavasu snatched the piglet from his hands. "Let me have a look." He scanned it front and back, and up to down. From its mouth to the d**k, he checked everything. "Indeed, it looks like an ordinary piglet".

Sanaya thought she would push him away and run away when he held her hand and pushed her to the wall suddenly, making her more nervous. Sanaya swallowed hard as his eyes met her, his breathing was touching her forehead now. She needed to stop him anyhow. The way he was looking at her, she was super nervous. Her heart was racing against a horse, who was going to win? Sanaya kept praying, "Hey Maa Tara(a Hindu goddess), please save me."

Malaika painted the same curious expression as Attisha. “Are you familiar with the story of the Water Goddess? She is Virina. Hence, this island has been named after her since she created it. According to the legend, Arun is Virina’s beloved, but he betrayed her after taking her heart.” “I didn’t know the Water Goddess had a lover. Are you telling me I saw the goddess in my dream?” “It could be. The Governor said the crystal was a part of the goddess’ heart, wasn’t it?” Malaika gasped. “Amazing! It was just a fragment, but I could feel its pulsating magical power. Maybe I was affected by its magic. That’s why I have seen a part of the goddess’ memory.”

I turned back to my father. "With all these clothes, why are they still topless?" I arched an eyebrow. "Well, they—um—they're special women—and—and—" Dad stuttered with a redden face then turned way. "I think we should move on, Nikita." After a while, we reached another gallery, where Dad pointed at a seven-foot tall stone statue and said. "That's the statue of Vishnu, sweetie." "Who's Vishnu?" I looked up at the smooth stone figure as we stood there. It was a male god with eight arms, holding different items in his hands, a conch, a discus, a lotus, a mace, but other items seemed to be missing.

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****