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Born during the churning of the ocean, Menaka is the most beautiful of all the apsaras in the world, with quick intelligence and innate talent. However, she craves for the one thing she can never have—family.
Elsewhere, after severe austerities, a man, now blessed with the name Vishwamitra, challenges the gods and dares to create another heaven. Fearing his growing powers, Indra, the king of gods, decides to put a stop to his ambitions by making Menaka seduce him.
What will happen when Menaka and Vishwamitra meet each other? Will Menaka finally find what she really wished for? Or will she again be forced to surrender to her destiny? Find out in this fascinating portrait of one of the most enduring mythological figures.
certain subdued submission of one’s self to a larger, higher consciousness. Vasishth folded his hands in salutation. Vishwamitra felt a lump in his throat watching this great man bowing before him. Vishwamitra threw himself at the old rishi’s feet. It was his last surrender to the man who had made him what he had aspired so long to be. But through the happy haze, a sneaking cold evasive thought crept up, making him wince. He would not be what he was today but for her, for Menaka. Failed and
his usually measured, sonorous tone, unsteady. He bowed politely to the waiting apsara. He heard her laugh huskily again, watching her dissipate in the cool air, thick with tension. She was gone, as quick as she had appeared. Kaushik felt a strange wrench. He turned to the old rishi. ‘We were hungry and you fed us well. And I am indebted to you for that. I don’t want anything more,’ he repeated evenly. He felt rash and foolish, and all he wanted to do was leave this ashram as quickly as he
‘Today when he is suffering the same, he can see Indra for what he is. That is my sweet revenge, Menaka. He is facing the same pain and helplessness that I did when they forced me to leave Pururav and come here!’ ‘But Indra still goes free, who makes him answerable for what he did?’ charged Menaka, her lips pursed in grim determination. ‘Vasu was not responsible for your heart break, Indra was. He wanted you back, and that’s why he made that elaborate plan. Can you stand up to him and hurl the
But ironically enough, he has done that; through these defeats, he has cursed you! He proved to you that he is superior to you and that is the reality you have to live with. That is his curse for you.’ Every word his friend uttered was like a whiplash, stinging him with hurtful truth. Vishwamitra had fought a fair game, beating him openly, destroying every arsenal Indra threw at him. And his weapons of war had been his apsaras, but he had used them badly. Menaka made a slight movement, like a
patronage and obvious fondness for you are legendary. Clearly, you are his favourite and he makes no pretences about it. He is obsessed about you, altogether blinded, Menaka. I saw him today—he’s putty in your hands!’ he said as he trailed his lips along the soft curve of her neck. ‘He can’t bear to lose sight of you even for a moment. That’s why he’ll never let you go, whatever you do! And you know well that, don’t you, my Menaka?’ he murmured savagely, his fingers gripping her inner thigh,