"Mr. Gupta, what kind of duet-duet plans are you making there?" Arahan asked suspiciously.
"Nothing, human," Chitragupta replied nervously. "You were actually going to survive that accident… but because of our mistake, you were summoned before your destined time."
"Chitragupta!" Yamraj tried to stop him.
But it was too late. Everything had already been revealed.
The moment Arahan heard this, his anger exploded.
Yamraj immediately dismissed all the courtiers. "Everyone, leave!"
The palace quickly emptied.
"You think sending your courtiers away will hide your sin?" Arahan shouted.
He bent down and picked up Yamraj's fallen mace.
"Now I'll fry both of you in oil! I'll cut you into pieces and make biryani out of you! I'll host a buffet dinner for the entire underworld!"
"I'll show you what real hell looks like!"
Yamraj glared at Chitragupta.
"Of all beings, I had to get a fool like you to make this mistake."
Arahan continued furiously, "If something like this happened on Earth, it would be breaking news everywhere!"
"'Yam Mandal Corruption Scandal!'"
"Bharat One would announce a special bulletin!"
"There would be SMS voting competitions!"
"Twitter, YouTube, Instagram — the whole internet would explode!"
"Tell me, is your Yam Mandal ready for media exposure?"
At that very moment, a voice echoed.
"Narayan… Narayan…"
Narad Muni appeared.
"Narad Muni? All entrances are sealed. How did you enter?" Yamraj demanded.
"I came through the backdoor," Narad replied calmly. "I sensed something suspicious here."
"Narad Muni!" Arahan said angrily. "These two have ruined my life!"
"Human, calm down for a moment," Yamraj said.
"How can I calm down?!" Narad Muni stroked his beard thoughtfully.
"Human, the reporting business in the heavens has been slow lately. No interesting news for two years. If I get your story, I will broadcast your injustice across all of Swarglok."
Yamraj's face darkened. "Sipahiyon!" he shouted. Two Yamdoots appeared.
"Take Narad Muni and throw him five or six worlds away."
The soldiers lifted Narad Muni and began carrying him off.
"This is injustice! Oppression!" Narad shouted.
"This is the age of the internet! Wherever you throw me, I'll still broadcast the news! I'll tweet about it!"
Arahan pointed accusingly at Yamraj. "See? He was about to telecast my story, and you're already suppressing it!"
"He's a saint, so he went quietly. But I'm not going to accept this so easily!"
Yamraj finally raised his hand.
"Human… we will make arrangements for you."
"Until then, you will be treated as a guest in our palace."
"Fine," Arahan finally agreed.
Soon, he was seated comfortably on a luxurious reclining couch inside a grand chamber.
Dozens of beautiful celestial maidens were dancing gracefully around him.
Chitragupta stood nearby holding a large golden plate filled with various fruits.
One stunning maiden gently fed Arahan slices of fruit.
Two others stood on either side, fanning him slowly with decorative fans.
And Yamraj himself was pouring wine into Arahan's cup.
Chitragupta sighed dramatically.
"My Lord, with these powerful hands, I have seen you destroy mighty demons and terrifying asuras. But today, for the first time… I am witnessing you serve wine to a human."
Meanwhile, Arahan was enjoying himself completely.
He had never thrown a party on Earth.
But this party was a hundred thousand times better than anything he could have imagined.
Divine maidens attending to him. They were dancing in front of him, few were giving him body massage.
As the night deepened, Arahan pulled one of the divine maidens closer and adjusted her gently onto his lap.
Outside the chamber, Yamraj and Chitragupta sat with a massive ancient book, flipping through countless pages and muttering intensely while searching for a solution.
"Are you a virgin?" Arahan asked one of the celestial maidens seated in his lap.
"We all are," she replied softly.
Hearing that, Arahan gave her a playful pat and said, "Good. Then tonight, let us leave our virginity behind."
Soon, soft laughter and playful sounds echoed through the chamber, followed by the moaning of Celestial Maidens.
After all, before his death, Arahan had remained a virgin, and in his final moments, that regret had weighed heavily on him.
Now, who could be more fitting than celestial maidens to share such an experience—especially when they too had never known it?
As the night passed, the Celestial Maidens' moaning continued, till every one fell asleep.
When dawn arrived, suddenly, Yamraj shouted from outside,
"Found it! Found it! I've found the solution!"
"What did you find, my Lord?" Chitragupta asked.
Yamraj did not reply. Instead, he hurried toward the grand chamber he had assigned to Arahan.
When he entered, he froze.
His precious celestial maidens were asleep, resting peacefully in Arahan's arms, their garments scattered carelessly around them.
On his own bed, he saw the many golden blood were scattered.
Seeing this, Yamraj felt a sting of pain in his heart.
He had kept these celestial maidens for dance and entertainment, planning to personally enjoy their company on a special occasion.
But now, in the process of appeasing this human, their untouched innocence had already been claimed. The Celestial Maidens' ripe fruit were savoured by this human.
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to ignore the matter.
This was not the priority. He turned his gaze toward Arahan.
"Human… After great difficulty, I have found a way."
"Speak, Maharaj! Tell me quickly," Arahan replied eagerly.
"The solution is this: Connected to Earth are many parallel worlds. And in every parallel world, there exists a version of you — same name, same face — but living a different life."
"The moment you enter that body, your soul will merge with his soul. Because in essence… you are both one."
"Now tell me — do you agree? If yes, I will send you."
"What's there to think about?" Arahan said immediately. "I just need a body to live."
"Very well."
Yamraj stood up and led Arahan into another grand chamber.
Inside was a massive glowing screen. Yamraj activated it. On the screen appeared another man.
Same face as Arahan. But dressed like royalty. Surrounded by guards.
A palace setting.
"Human," Yamraj said, "This is a king from a tribal empire in China. If you wish, I can send you into his body."
"Wait," Arahan replied quickly. "First, I want to test this body."
"Very well. As you wish."
Yamraj smirked slightly, and suddenly pushed Arahan forward.
In the next instant, Arahan entered the body of the Chinese king.
His vision cleared. He found himself standing in a royal courtyard.
Soldiers were practicing swordsmanship around him.
The weight of royal robes rested on his shoulders.
Then, a bell rang. A royal maid approached respectfully.
"My King… you are summoned."
The maid led him toward what looked like a royal pond.
Four beautiful attendants arrived and stepped into the water with him, they removed their dresses and stayed in their undergarments..
Arahan felt excited.
He thought, Just in Yamlok, I enjoyed the Celestial Maidens and now here, I am going to fuck this beautiful maids.
But no matter how much he tried to get closer to them, he felt nothing.
No reaction. No response.
And then it hit him, "This king… is impotent."
"Raja Prabhu! Pull me up right now!" Arahan shouted angrily.
In the next moment, Yamraj pulled him back out.
As soon as he returned, Arahan glared at Yamraj.
"You dropped me into the cricket field… but where's the bat? Is your father going to provide it?"
"So many balls were coming my way!"
Chitragupta walked closer and asked curiously,
"What was wrong with that king? His body looked strong and perfectly fit."
Arahan replied bluntly,
"But he was missing the most important equipment. How was anything supposed to happen?"
"What?"
"Even if everything is ready… without the main tool, the job can't be done."
Chitragupta blinked.
"Wait, child. In another parallel world, you were born in Africa. You can try that body too."
Arahan smirked. "I love Africans."
And he went in.
This time, he found himself wearing a military-style uniform inside a tent.
Around him were explosives and weapons.
Four women were giving him a body massage.
This time, at least he wasn't impotent.
But suddenly, Gunshots echoed outside.
The women panicked and began running.
"What happened?" Arahan asked.
"Military coming!" one of them replied.
"Why?"
"You're a terrorist!"
"What?!" Arahan shouted.
Before anything else could happen, Yamraj pulled him back up again.
Arahan glared furiously.
"This time you made me a terrorist?!"
"It's alright, child. Try one more," Yamraj said calmly.
"No more trials," Arahan snapped. "Just make sure this one has proper equipment… and tell me his full story."
"Very well," Yamraj said.
He activated another screen.
"This… is a boy from a small village in India."
"His name… is Arahan."
After hearing the entire story of this new Arahan's life, he finally spoke.
"Fine. I'll go. But you wasted my time and destroyed my perfectly good life. Who is going to compensate for that?" Arahan demanded.
"I will compensate you, child. I will," Yamraj replied. "But remember, I only have authority over death."
"Then don't take my death at all," Arahan shot back immediately. "What is even the point of dying? Just let me live."
"That is not possible, child. It is against the rules," Yamraj said firmly.
"Oh, now you're explaining rules to me?" Arahan snapped. "Where were those rules when you killed me before my time?"
Chitragupta leaned toward Yamraj and whispered, "My Lord, give him a few guarantees of life and end this trouble. That would be in our best interest."
Yamraj nodded slowly and looked at Arahan.
"Child, I can grant you protection from one death. After you die once, nothing will happen to you."
"One death?" Arahan frowned. "What will I even do with one? If I fall from a roof once, my limit will be over."
"At least give me freedom from a hundred deaths. And no diseases. If my hands or legs break or get cut, they must heal completely. And if I wish, even the illness of someone I touch should be cured."
"No, child. That is not possible," Yamraj replied. "I can give you three deaths and protection from diseases."
"No, no, no. If not a hundred, then at least fifty. And full recovery from illness is a must. Broken or cut limbs must heal. And fine, if I can't heal others, then at least give me the strength of ten men."
"I cannot grant strength," Yamraj said firmly. "I can give you five deaths, immunity from diseases, and recovery from broken limbs."
"No, no, no."
After some more intense bargaining, Yamraj finally agreed.
"Ten deaths," he declared. "A disease-free body. Broken limbs will heal completely. And if any severed limb is brought back and attached in time, it will restore itself perfectly."
Arahan didn't accept immediately.
He demanded a written confirmation.
The agreement was formally recorded and signed in the Death and Life Book itself.
Arahan stepped forward and placed his signature.
Yamraj signed next.
The moment the ink settled on the page, a divine seal appeared over the agreement.
And once sealed in the Death and Life Book, no god, no deity, of Swarglok could alter it.
But Yamraj then spoke again, his tone serious.
"However, there is one condition."
Arahan frowned. "What condition?"
"Once you enter the new body and accept this compensation… you will forget everything."
"Your previous life… your death… Yamlok… me… Chitragupta… everything."
Arahan went silent.
"If you carry the memory of the divine realm, it will disturb the balance of the worlds. The rules must remain unseen."
Chitragupta added calmly,
"You will live as that person completely. No memory of this agreement. No knowledge of your former self."
Arahan clenched his fist.
"So I'll just… forget all this?"
"Yes," Yamraj replied. "The protection will remain. The agreement will remain. But the memories will not."
There was a long pause. Then Arahan took a slow breath and said firmly, "Fine. I just need to live."
Yamraj nodded, "So be it."
The screen in front of them began to glow.
The image of the small Indian village boy appeared again.
"This… is your next life."
As Arahan stepped forward, the chamber flooded with divine light, and his memories began to fade—the palace, the celestial maidens, the bargain, Yamraj… everything dissolving into nothingness.
And in the very next instant, he was gone.