At dawn, Mata Belavati and Mata Ketaki were seated in the pujaghar of the palace. In the room was a clear quartz Shivling, adorned with flowers. Beside the Shivling, diyas and incense were burning. The fragrance of the incense had permeated the entire room.
Aatrey entered the pujaghar. “Mother,” he called out.
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