The late-morning sunlight spread across the peaceful pond in front of their home, illuminating the rippling water and the flowers growing along its banks.
A gentle breeze passed through the surrounding trees, stirring their leaves and carrying the pleasant sounds of everyday life from the nearby village.
Children played along the pathways, merchants prepared their stalls, and neighbors greeted one another as they went about their routines.
Beneath a flowering tree stood a wooden bench facing the pond.
Vanshika sat comfortably upon it, her long midnight-blue hair flowing over her shoulders, while Vivaan lay beside her with his head resting in her lap.
He had stretched his legs along the bench and folded his hands over his stomach, settling into the sort of comfortable position that suggested he had no intention of moving anytime soon.
Vanshika certainly wasn’t going to make him move.
She gently ran her fingers through his hair, occasionally brushing stray strands away from his forehead whenever they fell across his eyes.
For several minutes, Vivaan watched the leaves moving overhead.
His thoughtful expression gradually turned curious, and Vanshika recognized the familiar look.
Her little boy was preparing another question.
Vivaan turned his face toward her, his eyes reflecting the blue of the open sky.
“Mom, what exactly is a Cosmic Spell?”
Vanshika’s fingers paused briefly in his hair as a mischievous smile crossed her face.
She remembered his confident threat at breakfast and the explanation he had struggled to produce when she challenged him.
“So you’ve decided to ask properly this time?”
Vivaan lifted his head slightly, looking at her with immediate indignation.
“Mom, I asked properly before!”
Vanshika pressed her lips together to suppress a laugh, pretending to consider his complaint.
“Really?
I seem to remember someone threatening to use a mysterious spell against his own mother.”
Vivaan dropped his head back into her lap with a dramatic sigh.
“That was different.”
Vanshika resumed stroking his hair, her expression full of amusement.
“Different how, sweetheart?”
Vivaan folded his hands over his stomach again, looking thoroughly convinced by his own reasoning.
“That was a warning.”
Vanshika laughed softly.
“A warning?
I thought you were trying to escape answering my questions.”
Vivaan turned toward her with a wounded expression, his eyebrows drawing together.
“Mom, you’re supposed to explain things to me, not make fun of me.”
Vanshika bent down and kissed his forehead before brushing his hair away from his eyes.
“I can do both, sweetheart.
I’m your mother, so I have special privileges.”
Vivaan stared at her for a moment, apparently searching for a reasonable objection.
“That isn’t fair.”
Vanshika tilted her head, looking entirely untroubled by his complaint.
“Life isn’t always fair, especially when your opponent is your own mother.”
Vivaan gave a small sigh and settled more comfortably against her lap.
He had apparently decided that arguing about fairness would not help him learn anything.
“Fine, Mom.
Will you tell me now?”
Vanshika smiled and adjusted her position on the bench, making sure his head rested comfortably before beginning her explanation.
“A Cosmic Spell is an eight-star spell.
There are ten star ranks, and eight stars represent an extraordinarily high level.
A spell of that rank possesses unimaginable power.
Depending on its nature, it may accomplish things that ordinary spells could never hope to achieve.”
Vivaan’s eyes widened as he processed the information.
“Eight stars?”
Vanshika nodded, gently smoothing his hair.
“Eight stars, sweetheart.”
Vivaan stared at the branches overhead, trying to imagine what such a powerful spell might be capable of doing.
“Then it must be incredibly powerful!”
Vanshika’s smile softened.
“It is.
But remember something important: a spell doesn’t become easy to use simply because someone knows its name.
The greater its power, the more difficult controlling it can become.”
Vivaan turned toward her, his curiosity deepening.
“So, even if someone learns an eight-star spell, they might not be able to use it?”
Vanshika gently tapped his forehead with one finger.
“Exactly.
Understanding a spell and being capable of performing it are two very different things.
You must understand its principles, gather the required power, control its effects, and execute it correctly.
Even someone who understands how a powerful spell works might not be capable of using it successfully.”
Vivaan nodded thoughtfully.
After considering her explanation, he looked up at her again.
“Mom, do you know how to use a Cosmic Spell?”
Vanshika’s fingers slowed in his hair.
She glanced toward the pond, watching a ripple spread across the water, before returning her attention to her son.
“Perhaps I do.”
Vivaan immediately lifted his head, excitement brightening his eyes.
“You do?”
Vanshika gave him a small, innocent smile.
“Perhaps I don’t.”
Vivaan let his head fall back into her lap.
“Mom!”
Vanshika laughed and gently patted his cheek.
“What?
You asked whether I knew how to use one.
I answered your question.”
Vivaan turned his face toward her, narrowing his eyes in accusation.
“But you didn’t actually answer it!”
Vanshika tapped the tip of his nose.
“Then perhaps you should ask a better question.”
Vivaan caught her hand before she could tap his nose again, giving her a suspicious look.
“You did that on purpose.”
Vanshika’s smile widened.
“Of course I did.”
Vivaan stared at her for another moment before releasing her hand.
He had learned that getting a straightforward answer from Mom sometimes required more patience than he possessed.
He decided to move on to something more important.
“Fine.
Then tell me about the Reluctant Contest.”
Vanshika’s expression immediately brightened with mischief.
She had been expecting this question ever since their conversation at breakfast, and the eagerness on Vivaan’s face made teasing him almost irresistible.
Instead of answering, she continued stroking his hair.
Vivaan watched her expectantly.
“Mom, I’m waiting.”
Vanshika looked toward the pond as though the answer might be written on its surface.
“And I’m thinking, sweetheart.”
Vivaan raised his head, staring at her suspiciously.
“About what?”
Vanshika looked down at him with exaggerated seriousness.
“About how to explain it to a very impatient little boy.”
Vivaan sat up immediately.
“I’m not impatient!”
Vanshika simply looked at him.
Vivaan held her gaze for a moment before slowly settling back into her lap.
“Maybe a little.”
Vanshika laughed affectionately and ran her fingers through his hair again.
“All right, I’ll explain the contest.
But there’s one condition.”
Vivaan’s expression changed instantly.
He knew that tone.
“Another condition?”
Vanshika nodded, her eyes sparkling.
“Yes.”
Vivaan narrowed his eyes.
“What condition?”
Vanshika leaned closer, wearing an expression of complete innocence.
“You must first agree to a little deal with your mother.”
Vivaan sat up so quickly that her hand slipped from his hair.
“Mom!
You haven’t even told me what the deal is!”
Vanshika laughed at his reaction.
“That is precisely why you should listen before agreeing.”
Vivaan stared at her in disbelief, spreading his hands as though the answer should have been obvious.
“How can I agree to something when I don’t know what it is?”
Vanshika tapped his nose again.
“You’re learning.
I’m proud of you.”
Vivaan immediately caught her hand and lowered it.
“Mom, this is an important question!”
Vanshika’s teasing expression softened into a warm smile.
“I know, sweetheart.
And I’m going to answer it.
But first, tell me something.
Why are you so interested in the Reluctant Contest?”
Vivaan paused.
Then he looked toward the pond, his expression becoming thoughtful.
“Because I want to participate.”
Vanshika’s hand stopped against his shoulder.
For a moment, she simply studied him.
“You want to participate in the Reluctant Contest?”
Vivaan nodded firmly.
“Yes!”
Vanshika sat a little straighter, looking at him with affectionate disbelief.
“Vivaan, you’ve only just asked me what the contest is.
How did you decide so quickly?”
Vivaan lifted his chin.
“Now I know what it is!”
Vanshika pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh.
“That was a very quick decision, sweetheart.”
Vivaan folded his arms.
“I’ve already thought about it.”
Vanshika tilted her head.
“When?”
Vivaan hesitated for a moment before answering with complete honesty.
“Just now.”
Vanshika burst into laughter.
Vivaan looked at her, confused by her reaction.
“What’s so funny, Mom?”
Vanshika pulled him into a brief hug, still smiling.
“Nothing, sweetheart.
You’re simply very good at making decisions before you have all the information.”
Vivaan accepted the hug but remained determined.
“I still want to participate.”
Vanshika gently held his shoulders, her expression becoming more serious.
“Then you need to understand something first.
The contest isn’t simply a game.
Some challenges can be dangerous.
You may encounter opponents with more experience, difficult trials, and situations that require careful judgment.
I don’t want you to assume everything will be easy just because you want to win.”
Vivaan looked directly into her eyes, his confidence unwavering.
“Nothing is dangerous for me, Mom.”
Vanshika’s smile faded slightly.
She studied his face for a moment before gently tapping his forehead.
“That is exactly the sort of thing that makes a mother worry.”
Vivaan blinked, apparently surprised by her response.
“But I can handle it!”
Vanshika brushed a stray lock away from his forehead.
“Perhaps you can handle more than you realize.
But that doesn’t mean you should treat danger as though it doesn’t exist.
Being brave isn’t the same as believing nothing can hurt you.
It means understanding the situation, preparing yourself properly, and knowing when to be careful.”
Vivaan listened quietly, considering her words.
Vanshika gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze.
“Even the strongest person can make a mistake by becoming overconfident, sweetheart.”
Vivaan looked down at his hands for a moment.
He didn’t immediately argue, which reassured her that he was at least thinking about what she had said.
Then he lifted his face toward her again.
“Mom, can I still participate?”
Vanshika smiled softly.
“We can discuss that properly.
But first, I want to understand why you want to enter the contest so badly.
Is it because of the prizes, the awards, or because you want to prove that you’re better than everyone else?”
Vivaan shook his head.
Vanshika gently lifted his chin, encouraging him to meet her eyes.
“Then tell me, sweetheart.
What do you really want?”
Vivaan hesitated briefly before answering.
“I want a Divine Art.”
Vanshika went still.
Her hand rested against his cheek, and the teasing expression disappeared from her face.
She looked at him with genuine surprise, trying to determine whether he understood the significance of his own request.
“A Divine Art?”
Vivaan nodded firmly.
“Yes, Mom.
I really want one.”
Vanshika studied him for several seconds before speaking again.
“Do you truly want to learn a Divine Art, sweetheart?
Not just because it sounds impressive?”
Vivaan shook his head, his expression earnest.
“No.
I really want to learn one.”
There was no joking in his voice this time.
He had clearly given the matter serious thought, even if he had made his decision about entering the contest rather quickly.
Vanshika’s expression softened.
She brushed his hair away from his forehead and smiled warmly.
“Then why didn’t you simply ask your mother?”
Vivaan stared at her.
For a moment, he seemed unable to process her words.
Then his eyes widened, and he grabbed both her hands.
“Mom, are you saying you can give me a Divine Art?”
Vanshika laughed at his sudden excitement.
“Did I say that?”
Vivaan leaned closer, practically bouncing with anticipation.
“Mom!”
Vanshika finally relented, giving his hands a gentle squeeze.
“All right, sweetheart.
Yes, I can teach you a Divine Art.”
Vivaan’s face lit up.
“Really?”
Vanshika nodded.
“Really.”
He searched her face for any sign that she was teasing him again.
“You’re not joking this time?”
Vanshika placed a hand over her heart, pretending to be offended.
“Would I ever tease my beloved son about something so important?”
Vivaan stared at her.
Vanshika stared back.
After a brief silence, Vivaan gave her a knowing look.
“Yes.”
Vanshika burst into laughter.
“How dare you doubt your own mother!”
Vivaan grinned.
“Because you always tease me!”
Vanshika pulled him into a warm hug and kissed his cheek.
“Fine, fine.
I admit that I tease you quite often.”
Vivaan tightened his arms around her.
“Very often!”
Vanshika kissed his forehead.
“Perhaps.”
“All the time!” Vivaan added.
Vanshika laughed and hugged him more tightly.
“All right, all the time.
Are you happy now?”
Vivaan nodded enthusiastically.
“Very happy!”
Vanshika held him at arm’s length and smoothed his hair.
“But there’s something you need to understand before we talk about learning a Divine Art.”
Vivaan immediately became attentive.
“What is it?”
Vanshika rested her hands gently on his shoulders.
“Divine Arts require an enormous amount of Shakti.
They aren’t techniques that someone can perform simply by deciding to use them.
The amount of Shakti required can be extraordinary, and its quality matters just as much.”
Vivaan listened carefully.
Vanshika continued in a patient, explanatory tone.
“Ordinary Astral Shakti isn’t enough to perform a Divine Art, and Celestial Shakti isn’t enough either.
A Divine Art requires Divya Shakti, or a power of the appropriate divine quality, together with the ability to control and direct it properly.”
Vivaan’s eyes widened.
“Then a Divine Art needs even more Shakti than a normal technique?”
Vanshika nodded.
“Far more.
And gathering enough power is only part of the challenge.
The Shakti must be suitable for the art, and the person using it must be capable of controlling its flow.
Without the necessary foundation, attempting something beyond your capacity can end in failure.”
Vivaan looked down at his hands.
“But I don’t have any Shakti yet.”
Vanshika gently took one of his hands between hers.
“Not yet, sweetheart.
Everyone has to begin somewhere.”
Vivaan looked up at her again.
“Then how can I get Shakti?”
Vanshika smiled, pleased that he was asking questions instead of rushing ahead without understanding.
“Through Sadhana.
You learn to sense the energy around you, absorb a suitable amount of that energy, and gradually circulate it through the proper process.
With practice and refinement, you can transform it into usable Astral Shakti.”
Vivaan carefully repeated the steps in his mind.
“So I sense the energy, absorb it, circulate it, and refine it?”
Vanshika nodded approvingly.
“That’s the basic idea.
But the actual process requires patience, careful control, and consistent practice.
You can’t simply absorb as much energy as you want.
You must learn how to sense it, how much you can safely absorb, and how to refine it without losing control.”
Vivaan nodded thoughtfully.
“And then I can use Shakti?”
Vanshika gently brushed his hair away from his forehead.
“Once you’ve developed the proper foundation, yes.
As your Sadhana progresses, you’ll learn to circulate and control your Shakti more effectively.
But using Shakti from the surrounding environment directly is more demanding.
To do that reliably, you would need to reach at least the Shakti Condensation Realm.”
Vivaan blinked.
“The Shakti Condensation Realm?”
Vanshika nodded.
“That’s right.”
Vivaan leaned back against the bench, gazing at the sky as he considered the amount of work involved.
“That sounds like it will take a long time.”
Vanshika answered honestly.
“It will.”
Vivaan turned toward her with a disappointed expression.
“A very long time?”
Vanshika smiled sympathetically.
“Possibly.”
Vivaan sighed and rested his head against her shoulder.
“Mom, you’re supposed to make things easier for me.”
Vanshika wrapped an arm around him, holding him close.
“I’m explaining how things work, sweetheart.
If I told you everything was easy when it wasn’t, that wouldn’t help you.”
Vivaan looked up at her.
“So I have to practice for a long time before I can use a Divine Art?”
Vanshika stroked his hair.
“Generally, yes.
But that doesn’t mean you have to wait until then to start learning.”
Vivaan immediately straightened.
“What do you mean?”
Vanshika’s lips curved into a mysterious smile.
“There is another way.”
Vivaan sat upright so quickly that Vanshika had to catch his shoulder to steady him.
“Another way?
What way, Mom?
Tell me!”
Vanshika raised one finger.
“First, calm down.”
Vivaan took a deep breath, then another.
He sat as still as he could manage, although the excitement in his eyes made it obvious that waiting was becoming an unbearable challenge.
Vanshika watched his efforts with affection before continuing.
“There is a technique that is extremely rare, exceptionally valuable, and very important for someone who wants to learn a Divine Art.”
Vivaan’s mouth fell open.
“A technique?”
Vanshika nodded.
“An unusual one.
Not something everyone gets the opportunity to learn.”
Vivaan immediately stood beside the bench, his excitement overcoming every attempt at patience.
“Mom, teach me!
Please!”
Vanshika looked up at him, barely containing her laughter.
“Already?
You haven’t even heard the name of the technique.”
Vivaan leaned toward her.
“I don’t care!
I’ll learn it!”
Vanshika raised her eyebrows.
“You don’t know what it does.”
Vivaan nodded confidently.
“I’ll find out!”
“You don’t know how difficult it is.” Vanshika said.
“I’ll practice!” Vivaan firmly said.
Vanshika covered her mouth as a laugh escaped.
Vivaan moved closer, practically vibrating with impatience.
“Mom, please!
What is it?
Tell me!”
Vanshika pretended to consider his request.
“Hmm.
I’m not sure.”
Vivaan stared at her in disbelief.
“What do you mean, you’re not sure?”
Vanshika tilted her head innocently.
“Perhaps I should teach it to someone else.”
Vivaan’s eyes widened.
“No!”
Vanshika leaned back slightly, enjoying his reaction.
“No?”
Vivaan shook his head vigorously.
“No!
I’m your son!”
Vanshika considered his argument with exaggerated seriousness.
“That is certainly true.
But does being my son automatically mean you deserve every rare technique I know?”
Vivaan hesitated.
“Maybe?”
Vanshika burst into laughter.
“Oh, sweetheart!”
She reached out and caught his hand, gently drawing him back toward the bench.
“Come here, little troublemaker.
Sit down before you wear a hole in the ground with all that impatience.”
Vivaan sat beside her immediately, turning toward her with renewed hope.
“Now will you teach me?”
Vanshika smiled warmly.
“Perhaps.”
Vivaan stared at her.
“Mom!”
“All right, all right.
I will teach you.”
Vivaan’s face brightened.
“Really?”
Vanshika nodded.
“Really.
But there’s one condition.”
Vivaan’s smile vanished.
“Another condition?”
Vanshika nodded solemnly.
“Yes.”
Vivaan looked at her suspiciously.
“What condition?”
Vanshika leaned closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Fulfill the condition first, and then I’ll teach you.”
Vivaan stared at her, trying to determine whether this was another trap.
“But how can I fulfill it if you don’t tell me what it is?”
Vanshika smiled sweetly.
“That is an excellent question.”
She paused deliberately, allowing his impatience to grow before revealing the condition.
“Give Mom a kiss.”
Vivaan went completely still.
He looked at Vanshika, then toward the pond, and finally back at her.
“A kiss?”
Vanshika nodded.
“One kiss.”
Vivaan’s expression became deeply serious.
“Mom, that’s the condition for learning a Divine Art?”
Vanshika placed a hand over her heart.
“Not merely a Divine Art, sweetheart.
A very rare technique that will help you prepare for one.”
Vivaan stared at her as though she had proposed an outrageous business agreement.
“But it’s just a kiss!”
Vanshika gasped, pretending to be deeply offended.
“Just a kiss?
My own son thinks giving his mother a kiss is just a kiss?”
Vivaan hurried to explain himself.
“That’s not what I mean!”
Vanshika folded her arms and tilted her head.
“Then what do you mean, sweetheart?”
Vivaan gestured toward her with both hands.
“I mean, it’s a very small thing compared with a Divine Art!”
Vanshika raised an eyebrow.
“Small?”
Vivaan nodded firmly.
“Yes!
A Divine Art is extremely powerful, and the technique is extremely rare, right?”
Vanshika nodded.
“Correct.”
Vivaan leaned forward, believing his argument was finally gaining ground.
“And all you want is one kiss?”
Vanshika smiled.
“Exactly.”
Vivaan thought about it for a moment before shaking his head.
“Mom, I think this deal is unfair.”
Vanshika pressed a hand against her chest as though he had wounded her pride.
“Unfair?
I am offering you something extraordinarily valuable, and you’re complaining about the price!”
Vivaan folded his arms.
“Because the price doesn’t make sense!”
Vanshika leaned closer, determined to defend her position.
“Then let me explain the price.
First, the technique is extremely rare.
Second, it is exceptionally valuable.
Third, I am offering to teach it personally to my beloved son.
Fourth, your teacher happens to be your mother, who loves you very much and would like one little kiss in return.”
Vivaan considered her argument with a serious expression.
Then he shook his head again.
“You forgot something.”
Vanshika raised her eyebrows.
“What did I forget?”
Vivaan pointed toward her, looking as though he had discovered the decisive flaw in her reasoning.
“You’re my Mom!
You should teach me because you love me, not because I give you a kiss!”
For a moment, Vanshika fell silent.
Then her entire expression softened.
She reached out, drew him into her arms, and held him close against her.
“Oh, sweetheart.”
Vanshika kissed his forehead and gently stroked his hair.
“You’re absolutely right.
You never have to pay me for loving you, and you never have to earn my love to prove that you’re my son.
I would never make my love conditional on something so small.”
Vivaan relaxed in her embrace, resting his cheek against her shoulder.
Vanshika leaned back enough to look into his eyes.
“This is only a little game between us.
I want a kiss from my son because I love you and enjoy your affection.
The technique is something I want to teach you because you want to learn.
Those are two different things.”
Vivaan studied her face.
“So you’ll teach me even if I don’t give you a kiss?”
Vanshika smiled warmly.
“Of course I will, sweetheart.”
Vivaan’s expression brightened with relief.
“Really?”
Vanshika nodded.
“Really.”
For a moment, he seemed satisfied.
Then Vanshika’s mischievous smile returned.
“But I would still very much like my kiss.”
Vivaan stared at her in disbelief.
“Mom!”
Vanshika laughed.
“What?
I’m allowed to ask!”
Vivaan shook his head, struggling to maintain his serious expression.
“You could have just asked me!”
Vanshika leaned closer with an innocent smile.
“I did.
I simply made the request more entertaining.”
Vivaan covered his face with both hands.
“You’re impossible!”
Vanshika gently pulled his hands away and looked at him affectionately.
“Come on, sweetheart.
Are we going to spend the whole morning negotiating one kiss?”
Vivaan lowered his hands and studied her face.
“One kiss for a very rare technique?”
Vanshika nodded.
“One kiss.”
“And then you’ll teach me?” Vivaan asked in disbelief.
“Of course.” Vanshika replied with complete seriousness.
Vivaan hesitated before making one final inquiry.
“No more conditions?”
Vanshika pretended to think.
Vivaan immediately widened his eyes.
“Mom!”
Vanshika burst into laughter.
“No more conditions.
I promise.”
Vivaan finally leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
“There!
Now teach me!”
Vanshika’s face brightened with happiness.
She wrapped him in a warm hug and kissed his forehead.
“Thank you, my sweetheart!”
Vivaan hugged her back, although his attention quickly returned to the promised technique.
“All right, Mom.
What is it called?”
Vanshika held him close for another moment before allowing him to sit beside her.
“I’ll tell you everything.
But first, we need to prepare properly.”
Vivaan stood up, practically bouncing with excitement.
“Then let’s start!”
Vanshika laughed as she rose from the bench.
“Such impatience!
You haven’t even asked whether we’re starting right now.”
Vivaan immediately turned toward her.
“Are we?”
Vanshika smiled.
“Yes, sweetheart.
We’re starting.”
Vivaan threw both hands into the air.
“Yes!”
Vanshika reached up and smoothed his untidy hair.
“First, though, you need to listen carefully.
This technique is rare for a reason.
It requires discipline, patience, and a proper understanding of what you’re doing.
I won’t teach it to you simply so you can rush toward a Divine Art without understanding the foundation.”
Vivaan nodded eagerly.
“I’ll listen!”
Vanshika held his gaze, her expression becoming gently serious.
“And you’ll follow my instructions?”
Vivaan nodded again.
“Yes!”
Vanshika raised one finger.
“And if I tell you to stop, you’ll stop?”
Vivaan hesitated for the briefest moment before nodding firmly.
“Yes, Mom!”
Vanshika smiled and kissed his forehead.
“Good boy.”
She turned toward the quiet path leading away from the bench, ready to begin teaching him.
Vivaan moved beside her, his excitement making it difficult for him to remain still.
But before either of them could take a step, a voice came from behind them.
“Your Majesty.”
Vanshika stopped and turned toward the garden path.
Vivaan turned around as well, his curiosity immediately shifting toward the approaching visitor.
A figure was walking toward them.
The newcomer slowed upon reaching the bench, glanced briefly at Vanshika and Vivaan, and then bowed respectfully.
Vanshika’s playful expression faded slightly as she acknowledged the visitor.
“Yes?
What is it?”
The visitor straightened, maintaining a respectful posture.
“I apologize for interrupting your time together, Your Majesty, but I have something important to report.”
Vivaan moved a little closer to his mother, looking between her and the visitor.
Vanshika regarded the newcomer calmly, waiting for the explanation.
“What happened?”
The visitor took a small breath before continuing.
“It concerns a matter that requires your attention, Your Majesty.”
Vanshika’s expression grew more attentive.
“Then tell me.”
The visitor hesitated briefly, glancing once toward Vivaan before returning their attention to Vanshika.
“It concerns the Reluctant Contest.”
Vivaan’s eyes widened immediately.
Vanshika noticed his sudden interest and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
“Go on,” she encouraged the visitor.
The visitor prepared to explain, while Vivaan stood beside his mother, eager to hear what could possibly have happened.
For the first time that morning, their peaceful conversation about Divine Arts and playful negotiations had been interrupted by something connected to the very contest Vivaan wanted to enter.
And whatever the visitor was about to reveal would have to wait no longer.
To Be Continued…