Chapter 360 - 358: Sister’s Gifts... Demand Of Sisters...

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The three sisters remained beside Devara for a while, the earlier awkwardness of their first meeting slowly disappearing as they became more comfortable around him.

Devara could already tell that each of them had a completely different nature.

Ashoka Sundari carried a gentle warmth, Manasa possessed a quiet and observant presence, while Jyoti seemed unable to hide her curiosity and excitement.

After sharing a few more words with their brother, Ashoka Sundari exchanged a glance with her sisters before stepping forward with something carefully held between her fingers.

"I brought you something," she said.

Devara looked down at her hand.

It was a small seed.

At first glance, it looked almost ordinary, brown and slightly rough, but there was a faint golden glow beneath its surface that made Devara realize immediately that it was no ordinary seed.

He accepted it carefully between his fingers and examined it.

"A seed?"

Ashoka Sundari smiled.

"Yes. But it is not an ordinary tree."

She moved closer and explained,

"When you plant it and allow it to grow, it will eventually become a tree that produces only one flower at a time. There may be thousands of branches and countless leaves, but throughout the entire tree, only a single flower will bloom."

Devara’s eyes widened slightly.

"Only one?"

Ashoka Sundari nodded.

"And that flower will remain on the tree until it naturally falls. Until that moment, no other flower will bloom anywhere on the tree. Once the flower falls, another one will eventually bloom."

Devara looked at the tiny seed again, suddenly realizing that the gift carried something far more interesting than its appearance suggested.

"So the entire tree waits for one flower?"

"Exactly,"

Ashoka Sundari replied.

"That is why I thought you might like it. The flower is rare because the tree itself refuses to hurry. It blooms when its time comes, and nothing can force another flower to take its place."

Devara smiled faintly as he turned the seed between his fingers.

"It sounds like a tree with more patience than most gods."

A few people nearby laughed.

Ashoka Sundari smiled at the comment.

"Perhaps you should learn from it."

"Why does everyone keep giving me gifts that also contain advice?"

Parvati immediately called from behind them,

"Because you need the advice."

Devara closed his eyes for a moment.

"Of course."

The laughter around him grew louder.

Ashoka Sundari eventually took the seed back for a moment and wrapped it carefully in a small piece of cloth before placing it in Devara’s palm again.

"Keep it safe until you decide where to plant it. Wherever you plant it, remember that the flower should never be forced to bloom."

Devara nodded seriously.

"I will."

He placed the seed carefully among his other gifts, already wondering where within his kingdom he could give such a strange and beautiful tree a place worthy of it.

Then Manasa stepped forward.

Unlike Ashoka Sundari, she did not carry something delicate.

In her hand was a small whistle.

Its body appeared to have been carved from a dark green material that shimmered faintly whenever light touched it.

Strange patterns resembling coiled serpents ran around its surface, and at its end was a tiny hooded serpent carved with extraordinary detail.

Devara looked at it curiously.

"Another unusual gift."

Manasa smiled.

"This one is more useful than it looks."

She placed the whistle in his hand.

"This whistle can summon a powerful Naga."

Devara immediately raised his eyebrows.

"A powerful Naga?"

"One of the strongest among those bound to answer the call of this whistle,"

Manasa explained with a smile.

"When you blow it, the Naga will come to you and, if you ask for assistance, it will attempt to fulfill your request."

Devara examined the whistle more carefully.

"That sounds incredibly useful."

"It is, but there is one important condition."

Manasa admitted,

Devara looked at her.

"The Naga can refuse you."

His expression immediately became more thoughtful.

"Refuse?"

Manasa nodded her head.

"Yes. The whistle summons the Naga, but it does not make you its master. It will listen to your request, consider what you ask of it and decide whether it wishes to help. If your request is unreasonable, unnecessarily cruel, or something it believes should not be done, it can refuse."

Devara’s fingers tightened slightly around the whistle as he considered her words.

"So it is not a command."

"No. It is a request."

Manasa smiled approvingly.

"You must therefore think carefully before calling it. Do not summon it simply because you have the ability to do so. If you ask for something, ask because you genuinely need its help."

Devara nodded slowly.

"I understand."

He actually appreciated that condition.

Power that could simply force another being into obedience had never appealed to him.

The fact that the Naga retained its own will made the gift feel less like a weapon and more like a relationship that had to be respected.

"I’ll remember that, If I ever summon it, I won’t treat its help as something I am entitled to."

Devara promised her.

Manasa’s expression softened.

"That is exactly why I wanted you to have it."

Devara smiled and carefully placed the whistle with his other gifts.

Then only Jyoti remained.

She had been standing patiently beside her sisters, watching Devara receive both gifts with an increasingly amused smile.

Now she stepped forward, holding a small lamp in both hands.

Unlike the magnificent divine artifacts he had received from the other gods, this lamp was surprisingly simple.

Its body was made of a golden metal, decorated with tiny patterns resembling rays of sunlight.

A small flame burned at its center.

Devara looked at it and then he looked at Jyoti.

"What does this one do?"

Jyoti’s smile widened.

"It never goes out."

She placed the lamp in his hands.

"You can place it anywhere. Leave it in a dark room, carry it into a storm, expose it to rain, place it underwater, or leave it somewhere for hundreds of years. Its flame will continue burning."

Devara stared at the tiny flame.

It was remarkably calm.

There was no smoke and no flickering.

No sign that the surrounding air affected it in the slightest.

"What keeps it burning?"

Jyoti simply smiled.

"That is the secret of the lamp."

Devara narrowed his eyes playfully.

"You’re all becoming very fond of giving me gifts that come with secrets."

Jyoti laughed.

"Perhaps you should stop asking so many questions."

"That sounds suspicious."

"Then keep asking."

Devara shook his head with a laugh before holding the lamp closer and watching its flame.

There was something strangely comforting about it.

Unlike many of the other gifts he had received, this one did not seem to possess overwhelming destructive power or some hidden cosmic ability.

It simply existed to provide light, refusing to surrender its flame no matter what tried to extinguish it.

Devara smiled.

"I like this one."

Jyoti’s expression softened.

"I thought you would."

For a moment, Devara simply stood there holding the three gifts his sisters had given him.

A seed that would grow into a tree that could bear only one flower at a time.

A whistle that could summon a powerful Naga who would help him only if he respected its will.

And a lamp whose flame would never die.

Three gifts.

Three different meanings.

One represented patience.

Another represented trust and responsibility.

The final one represented an eternal light that refused to disappear.

Devara looked at his sisters and smiled.

"Thank you. Truly."

Ashoka Sundari smiled back.

Manasa nodded.

Jyoti immediately stepped closer and said,

"You know, now that we have officially given you gifts, you are obligated to give us something in return."

Devara stared at her.

"Since when?"

"Since now."

Ashoka Sundari laughed, while Manasa covered her smile with one hand.

Devara looked toward Ganesha.

"Brother, is this some kind of divine tradition I was never informed about?"

Ganesha immediately raised both hands.

"Do not involve me in this."

Devara sighed.

He had survived gods, demons, curses and deadly trials.

Yet somehow, meeting his sisters had introduced an entirely different kind of challenge.

And judging by the smiles on their faces, he suspected this was only the beginning.

Devara looked at the three gifts in his hands, then at his sisters standing before him.

For a moment, the playful atmosphere faded into something warmer.

He realized that while they had each brought something especially meaningful for him, he had nothing prepared for them.

It was not because he did not want to give them anything.

The thought had simply never occurred to him that this would be the first occasion when he would actually have to choose gifts for his sisters.

He slowly smiled and looked at Ashoka Sundari, Manasa and Jyoti.

"You know,"

Devara began, turning the little seed over between his fingers,

"I think I owe all three of you something now."

Jyoti immediately brightened.

"I knew it."

Devara laughed.

"But I don’t want to give you something just because you gave me something. These are the first gifts I have ever received from my sisters, and this is also the first time I am going to give something to my sisters. So I don’t want to simply pick something valuable from my treasury and hand it over."

His gaze moved from one sister to another, his expression becoming more sincere.

"I want to think about it properly. I want to find something that actually suits each of you, something that makes you feel that I chose it specifically for you rather than simply choosing three expensive things because I happened to have them."

Ashoka Sundari smiled warmly at that.

"You are taking it very seriously."

"I am,"

Devara admitted.

"Because you three are important to me, even though we have only just met properly. I don’t want my first gift to my sisters to be something I later regret."

Manasa nodded, clearly understanding his reasoning.

"Then take your time."

Jyoti, however, folded her arms and gave him a playful look.

"How long is ’take your time’?"

Devara chuckled.

"I don’t know yet."

"That sounds suspiciously like an excuse."

"It isn’t. I genuinely need time to think."

He then raised his hand slightly, making a small promise before them.

"But I promise you this. I will give each of you a gift, and I will make sure it is something worthy of being the first gift I have ever given my sisters. So don’t expect me to forget."

Ashoka Sundari’s smile widened.

"We won’t."

Manasa nodded.

"We will wait."

Jyoti pointed at him with a teasing smile.

"Then remember, you promised."

Devara laughed.

"I know. And once I find the right gifts, you will be the first people I look for."

That seemed to satisfy all three.

Ashoka Sundari stepped closer and gently touched his arm, while Manasa smiled beside her and Jyoti looked at him with the expression of someone already planning to remind him of his promise every chance she got.

Parvati watched her children from a short distance away, her expression softening as she saw the four of them standing together.

Shiva noticed the look on her face and quietly smiled as well.

Devara glanced once more at the three gifts his sisters had given him.

The seed.

The Naga whistle.

The eternal lamp.

They were not merely objects anymore.

They were the first gifts from his sisters.

And now he had made a promise that his first gifts to them would carry the same meaning.

He did not yet know what those gifts would be, but he already knew one thing.

He would take his time and find something that came from his heart rather than simply from his treasury.

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