Sachidevi sat on a rock looking into the sky "I’m sorry Apoorva for what my husband did, I’m so sorry."

She teleported herself as the black lightning hit her, at a cost. Her right hand and leg were burned due to the bolt. She was in pain.

Tears rolled down her cheeks, not because of pain but for Apoorva and herself. Both of them were cheated on a higher level this time.

Devaguru Brahaspathi appeared before her. “You did a great deed today my child” he said.

“Devaguru” she tried to get up.

“No, don’t bother. Let me heal you first” he said.

“No, I want it like this as a remainder” she replied.

“At least let me help you to alleviate the pain” he said putting his palm on the wound before she can protest; he chanted a mantra lifting her pain.

The pain was gone in a second.

“This deed will one day become your boon. You did the right thing by saving her” said Brihaspati, blessing her.

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At the same time in the Markandey’s ashram:

Markandey warned Apoorva that not to go back to Svarglok or her home. There is a bigger problem and plot in play.

So, she decided to stay at the ashram, as she lost interest in everything, when her husband died.

“Maharshi, cant you bring him back?” asked Apoorva.

“I cannot child. He attained moksha. So I cannot bring him back.”

“Moksha?”

“Yes, he is a great worshipper of Lord Shiva, he tried to attain moksha from a long time. He got it.”

Apoorva, just cried but did not say anything. She was happy for husband attaining moksha.

She lost interest in worldly pleasures and luxuries, so she chose ascetic life. She decided to spend her life at the ashram.

A few months passed, Apoorva gave birth to a healthy girl. Thunders roared in the sky, lightning pierced. A rainbow formed and varuna’ touched earth.

Markandey smiled as the nature itself vibrated.

“Guruji what is going on” asked one of the disciples afraid.

“A legend is born, the nature is showing its approval and happiness” explained Markandey walking towards Apoorva’s hut.

He took the little girl into his hands, she was a beauty like her mother with blue eyes and curly hair. She was strong.

“Apoorva putri, so her name will be Poorvi. According to date and time, after looking at the astrological signs, her name which the world will in time come to know is 'INRANI' ” he named her.

Apoorva lovingly looked at her child. The sun-rays falling inside her hut touched Poorvi. It looked like a painted picture as she saw Markandey raise her daughter high making it look like her daughter is in the middle of the sun.

“She has a great future” said Markandey.