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The Goat, The Glyph, and the Grand Cosmic Mess

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In a world where mantras are code, gods are under contract, and celestial interns file karma reports, seventeen-year-old Nikāma just wanted to steal a mango and take a nap. Instead, he accidentally unlocks a forbidden Vedic glyph, awakens a forgotten prophecy, and bonds with a talking goat who claims to be an ancient battle strategist cursed into fluffiness. Now hunted by divine auditors, targeted by memory-warping assassins, and haunted by a power he doesn't understand, Nikāma must flee across a world stitched together by Sanskrit verse, Vedic technology, and sarcastic fate. From floating cities run by cursed poets to underground libraries guarded by debating centipedes, his journey will unravel forgotten truths about creation, consciousness, and his connection to a cosmic war that's been paused for 108 yugas due to legal paperwork. But the gods aren’t who they used to be. And some of them want the war to resume. With multiple protagonists, shifting timelines, and a universe run like an overworked divine corporation, this is a comedy epic that blends the philosophical weight of the Mahābhārata with the chaotic heart of a goat on espresso. Will Nikāma rise as a savior, or become the most awkward villain in cosmic history? Will the goat ever get his old body back? Will the universe survive the ultimate battle of free will vs destiny—powered by Vedic math and ancient sarcasm? Read on and enter the Lokāntara Mandala, where even the laws of reality come with fine print.
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