Chapter 345 - 343: Day Of The Marriage... Public Arrives...

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Finally, the long-awaited day of the wedding arrived.

From the earliest hours of the morning, Trivenivrata seemed to have awakened with an entirely different spirit.

The streets were covered with fresh flowers, colorful cloths and rows of lamps, while banners bearing the royal insignia fluttered from rooftops and palace towers.

People had arrived from distant villages and neighboring settlements, eager to witness something that many of them had never imagined they would see in their lifetime.

Their king, the man who had built their kingdom and transformed it into one of the greatest realms of the region in only a few years, was finally getting married.

And this was not going to be a private royal ceremony.

Devara had wanted his people to witness the celebration.

The royal arena, which normally served as a place for public gatherings, martial demonstrations and grand royal announcements, had been transformed almost beyond recognition.

Vast decorative arches had been erected around its perimeter, covered with fresh flowers and hanging garlands.

Long silk banners moved gently in the morning breeze, while countless oil lamps had been arranged around the entrances and along the pathways leading toward the main ceremonial stage.

The royal insignia stood proudly above the enormous central entrance, surrounded by flowers arranged in elaborate patterns.

The arena itself had been divided into several sections so that thousands of citizens could comfortably gather and witness the ceremony.

The most prominent area had been reserved for the royal families, visiting kings, queens, princes, princesses and the gods who had come to bless the marriages.

Beyond them stretched several enormous seating areas for the citizens of Trivenivrata.

By the time the ceremony was approaching, the arena was already overflowing with people.

Children sat on their parents’ shoulders, trying to obtain a better view.

Elderly citizens who had watched Trivenivrata grow from its early days looked around with quiet pride, remembering how different the kingdom had once been.

Merchants, farmers, craftsmen, soldiers and travelers all stood together, their usual distinctions temporarily forgotten beneath the excitement of the celebration.

At the front of the arena, directly before the magnificent ceremonial stage, musicians had gathered in large numbers.

Drums began to thunder rhythmically, accompanied by flutes, veenas, mridangams and other traditional instruments.

Their music flowed through the arena, creating an atmosphere of celebration that seemed to spread into every corner of the kingdom.

As one musical performance ended, another began almost immediately.

Several groups of dancers then took their places before the stage.

Classical dancers dressed in richly decorated costumes performed intricate movements depicting stories of the gods, their feet striking the ground in perfect rhythm with the musicians.

Their hands moved gracefully through symbolic gestures while their expressions changed with every turn of the story they were portraying.

Elsewhere, folk performers from different regions of Devara’s kingdom presented their own traditional dances, filling the arena with a colorful mixture of cultures.

The citizens cheered after every performance.

Some clapped along with the rhythm while children attempted to imitate the dancers, much to the amusement of their parents.

It was not merely a royal wedding anymore.

It had become a celebration belonging to the entire kingdom.

Everywhere one looked, there was movement, music and anticipation.

Servants hurried between the royal sections, priests prepared the ceremonial arrangements, musicians tuned their instruments and guards maintained order around the enormous gathering.

Yet despite all the grandeur surrounding the arena, one feeling united everyone present.

They were waiting for their king.

They wanted to see Devara walk onto that stage as a groom.

The same king whom many had first seen as a young ruler establishing his own kingdom was now about to stand before them surrounded by gods, kings, queens and his family, beginning another Chapter of his life.

And as the music continued to echo through the royal arena, thousands of citizens waited with growing excitement for the moment when the wedding ceremony would finally begin.

The excitement among the citizens only grew as word spread through the arena about the bride who was about to arrive.

Many had come simply to witness their king’s wedding, but the knowledge that Devara was marrying Goddess Yamuna had transformed their curiosity into something close to awe.

For most ordinary citizens, seeing a goddess with their own eyes was something they would never have imagined possible.

The Yamuna they knew as the sacred river flowing through their lands was about to appear before them in her divine form, standing beside their king as his bride.

Groups of citizens whispered among themselves, trying to imagine what she would look like.

"Will she actually shine like the gods?"

"Will she wear the same ornaments she wears in Surya Lok?"

"Do you think we will be able to see Surya Dev himself?"

Those questions travelled through the crowd, accompanied by excited laughter and speculation.

Some of the elders reminded the younger ones to remain respectful when the divine guests arrived, while the children were far less concerned with etiquette and were already trying to decide who would have the best view of the stage.

The possibility of seeing other gods made the occasion even more extraordinary.

Everyone knew that Goddess Yamuna’s family would be attending.

Surya Dev, Sandhya, Chaya, Shani, Yama and the other members of the divine family were expected to arrive, and with them there was a strong possibility that other celestial beings would also be present.

After all, Devara’s wedding was hardly an ordinary royal marriage.

His family itself was connected to the highest realms, and his life had already brought him into the presence of gods and divine beings countless times.

Some citizens looked toward the entrances whenever they heard the sound of approaching chariots, hoping that the next arrival would be someone from the heavens.

Others simply stared toward the enormous ceremonial stage, imagining the sight that would soon unfold there.

For many of them, Devara was still their king first.

They remembered seeing him walk through their streets, speaking with ordinary people, visiting markets and inspecting the kingdom.

They remembered how he had built Trivenivrata and turned it into a prosperous realm.

But today, they were going to see another side of his life.

Their king was not merely marrying a princess from another kingdom.

He was marrying a goddess.

And as the musicians continued their performances and the dancers moved gracefully before the stage, anticipation swept through the arena like a rising tide.

The citizens had come to witness a wedding.

But they suspected they were about to witness something far greater than a wedding.

They were about to see the mortal and divine worlds gather together in celebration of their king.

Meanwhile, the music before the ceremonial stage gradually grew louder.

The deep beats of the drums rolled across the royal arena, joined by the bright notes of flutes and the resonant sound of conches.

Conversations throughout the enormous gathering slowly faded as thousands of citizens turned their attention toward the main entrance.

The royal guards standing on either side of the entrance straightened themselves.

One of them stepped forward, raised his voice and announced,

"Make way! His Majesty, King Devara, protector and sovereign of Trivenivrata, has arrived!"

The announcement was immediately followed by a tremendous cheer from the citizens.

The great entrance opened, and Devara appeared.

For a moment, the entire arena seemed to pause.

He was dressed in the elaborate ceremonial attire prepared especially for him by Goddess Lakshmi.

The magnificent garments were richly embroidered, and jewels adorned almost every part of his ceremonial dress.

Gold ornaments rested against his arms and shoulders, while precious stones caught the light whenever he moved.

Around his neck were several ornaments that made it quite clear that his mother had decided that her son would not be allowed to attend his own wedding looking anything less than spectacular.

Devara himself had initially thought the entire arrangement was excessive.

Lakshmi, however, had been completely unmoved by his protests.

And now, as he walked into the arena, he had to admit that his mother’s choice had certainly achieved its purpose.

The citizens erupted into cheers as soon as they saw him.

"King Devara!"

"Victory to our king!"

"Long live Maharaja Devara!"

The sound rolled through the arena with such force that Devara could feel it in his chest.

He slowed slightly, looking across the enormous gathering of his people.

There were farmers who had come from villages under his protection, merchants from the growing cities, craftsmen whose workshops had flourished under his administration, soldiers who had fought beneath his banner and families who had simply come because they wanted to see their king marry.

Devara smiled.

This was the reason he had insisted that the wedding be held in the royal arena instead of restricting it to the palace.

He wanted his people to be part of the celebration.

Behind him, several divine guests were present, but their presence was hidden from ordinary mortal eyes.

The Trimurtis and their wives had chosen not to reveal themselves openly to the citizens.

Only Devara could perceive their true divine forms, allowing them to stand among the gathered guests without causing the entire arena to descend into chaos.

There was, however, no reason for two particular divine beings to hide.

Goddess Ganga and Goddess Bhudevi were seated where everyone could see them.

Their identities were no secret.

The entire world knew that they were Devara’s mothers.

The moment citizens noticed them, another wave of excitement passed through the arena.

People respectfully bowed toward the two goddesses, while others whispered excitedly about the extraordinary sight before them.

Ganga sat with the calm dignity of the sacred river herself, while Bhudevi carried the serene warmth of the Earth.

Both watched their son with unmistakable pride.

Ganga’s eyes followed Devara as he walked toward the ceremonial stage.

Bhudevi smiled warmly.

They had watched him grow.

They had seen him stumble, learn, fight, suffer, laugh and eventually establish his own kingdom.

They had witnessed the child become a warrior, the warrior become a king, and the king become the man now walking toward his wedding ceremony.

And today, surrounded by thousands of cheering citizens, they could hardly have been more proud.

Devara continued forward, the music swelling around him as flowers were scattered along his path.

For the people of Trivenivrata, their king’s arrival marked the true beginning of the wedding.

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