Five years flew by within the blink of an eye.
All the four brothers were putting their hearts and souls into their penances and atonements; meditating with utmost concentration and patience.
Savyasachi, who was lost in the hymns written in praise of the valorous deity, Mahadev, stood on one leg while chanting those words over and over again.
His lips moved ever so slightly as he muttered several mantras to invoke the distinguished Triloknaath.
Parth changed positions in regular intervals, adapting a more tangible contortion each time.It had been six long years in total since he left Yudhishthir's refuge to please Shiva.
He knew the latter was testing his limits as he was known for, but the dark-skinned Dhananjay welcomed the challenge with open arms. Climbers and creepers grew on his body.
Even some insects began feeding on his radiant skin, mistaking his stillness for death; but Arjun was far from being budged.
His determination made sure that he was woken only when Mahadev blessed his eager eyes with his divine transcendence.There was a reason why Vasudev Krishna had chosen him as the medium of wiping out the unrighteous race of humanity on Earth.
He had to be of vigorous mettle; for achieving something like that was not solely about physical strength.Although he was always aware of the environment surrounding him, his consciousness was devoted to the worshipped Mrityunjay like an ardent follower.
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