The narrative unfolds in the immemorial land of Meluha, where reigns the Suryavanshi clan, a highly civilized society of rules, regulations and guidelines. Amish is presently working on the third book of the Shiva Trilogy, The Oath of the Vajuputras.Abiding by their just means of lifestyle, there is persistent fear of terrorist attacks from the Chandravanshis, a clan-less civilization allied with the heinous Nagas. The second book of the Shiva Trilogy, The Secret of the Nagas, released in 2011. Amish lives in Mumbai with his wife Preeti and son Neel. He believes that there is beauty and meaning in all world cultures and religions. He is passionate about history, mythology and philosophy. The success of his debut novel, The Immortals of Meluha (Book 1 of the Shiva Trilogy), encouraged him to give up a fourteen-year-old career in financial services to focus on writing. Seeing the vision of Uma retreating swiftly, Shiva whispered, ‘I’m sorry.’Īmish is a 36-year-old, IIM (Kolkata) educated boring banker turned happy author. They released the accumulator machines and the pulleys began turning, moving the ship rapidly forward. What could I have done? He continued to stare at Uma. But the Neelkanth himself was not so sure. She believed that if the Neelkanth had arrived a month earlier, her child would still be alive. He knew Uma believed that fate had cheated her daughter. But Shiva was staring at a broken woman curled up against the wall in foetal position. Every Branga not working on the gate machinery was on his knees, paying obeisance to the Neelkanth. Looking at the office at the gate entrance. The Brangas, after the go-ahead from respective ship captains, began towing the fleet. Then the hooks were secured to the chains. They had seen the platform close in on their ship with frightening force. Shiva’s men were totally astounded by the Branga gates. The entire crew on all five ships was crowded on the port and starboard side, watching the operation in awe and wonder. ‘Why didn’t you come earlier?’ Uma kept crying, inconsolable.
He cradled Uma in the shelter of his arms, as though trying to give her his strength. Shiva, who had heard the entire conversation, squatted. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what would happen to him if he lost his baby. She was devastated.’ Divodas looked at Uma with empathy, understanding her angst. Her husband and she had conceived after years of trying. His friend whispered, ‘Last month, Major Uma lost her only child to the plague. ‘Where the hell have you been?’ A concerned Divodas turned to another Branga friend also posted at the border. But she sank down holding Shiva’s leg, wailing. ‘Where the hell have you been? We have been waiting! We have been suffering! Where the hell have you been?’ Shiva tried to hold Uma, to comfort her.
Uma bent forward, tears in her eyes, banging her small fists on Shiva’s well-honed chest. ‘Where the hell have you been?’ Shiva frowned. May I request your cooperation?’ Uma’s face turned mottled red. ‘I really need to pass through, Major Uma. Uma continued to stare, her mouth half open. The Branga soldiers around Uma immediately went down on their knees, heads bowed in respect, tears flooding their eyes. The angvastram that he had wrapped around his body for warmth had come undone, revealing his nee/ kanth, the prophesied blue throat. ‘Wait!’ said Shiva, his arms spread wide, stopping his men. ‘I will kill your entire family for this blasphemy,’ swore Drapaku. Bhagirath, Parvateshwar, Drapaku and Purvaka too drew out their swords instantly. ‘Get out of here.’ ‘UMA!’ Divodas pulled out his sword.
‘If I may.’ Uma was at the end of her patience. The orders to me are to help you maintain your part of the bargain.’ Shiva stepped forward. We have maintained our part of the agreement. ‘Our terms of the Ashwamedh treaty were very clear, Prince. He knew the Neelkanth did not want any bloodshed. We send tribute to Ayodhya.’ ‘So you are more loyal to Ayodhya as well now? How many times will you abandon Branga?’ ‘Major, in the name of Ayodhya, I respectfully ask you to let us pass,’ said Bhagirath, trying hard not to lose his temper. Ayodhya?’ ‘He is the Prince of Swadweep, Major Uma.