The Birth Under Bhairav's Fire:

The Night was not like any other..
it was a storm under the Darkness,
The sky had turned against the earth that night.

The winds screamed through the battlements of Chittorgarh, carrying the scent of rain and dread.

Thunder cracked like a thousand war drums, shaking the ancient stones of the fort.
Clouds gathered thick and heavy like a black ocean swallowing the moon.
And within that darkness... a crimson light began to glow.

The heavens had chosen their hour.

A lightning bolt tore through the sky, striking the temple spire of Mahakaal Bhairava, the symbol of divine fury.

The storm raged harder, as if the elements of  pancha bhutas, themselves bowed to something greater, something Devine Spirit.

In the heart of Chittorgarh Fort, the ancient temple of Mahakaal Bhairava blazed with lamps.

Inside the temple, oil lamps flared to life on their own. The priests chanted fiercely under the heavy pouring rain__their voices rising and falling like thunder:

The sound echoed through the Temple walls like the roar of the cosmos itself.

"ॐ Om Mahakala Bhairavaya Namah."

The kingdom waited breathlessly,
Inside the royal chambers, Queen Vishwadhamini writhed in labor pain__ her cries mingling with the wind.

Here in Mahakaal temple, the priests were busy performing a Rudra Abhishek and Maha Homa for Lord Mahakaal.

The royal priest, Pandit Vishwamitra, looked up at the sky to check the stars and timing for kundali__
When he saw the Graha and Nakshatra, his face changed - it was the Divine timing of

UNMATTA BHAIRAVA'S__

He immediately told everyone that,

Start chanting the Kala Bhairava Sthuthi, It's his Time__the protector's hour! (swayam Mahakal ka kaal ka samay hey!)

All the priests began chanting loudly -
"Om Kaala Bhairavaya Namah..."
Their voices echoed with thunder as the storm grew stronger.

Suddenly, from the darkness, huge form of Aghoris appeared in temple,
Their bodies were covered in holy ash, holding Damarus (small drums).
They joined the priests, chanting Bhairava's name in powerful tones.

The fire of the Homa started to burn brighter__ even though it was raining heavily outside.
The flames rose higher and higher, glowing blue and golden, as if Lord Mahakal himself was blessing in it.

At that exact moment, inside the palace, the queen was in labor.
Her cries mixed with the sound of thunder.

And then,
the baby cried for the first time..

The temple bells started ringing on their own, the Devine Homaagny Fire Brighten even more and Higher,

The priest whispered with folded hands, "Unmatta Bhairava himself... has taken birth."

and that night, under the storm and the fire, was born
__the protector of the Divine land.

The fire burned brighter and the chants filled the air.
The moment royal astrologer eyes widen Pandit Vishwamitra saw the divine alignment, he turned to the King Rana Maheshwar Pratap Rajvanshi, ruler of Chittorgarh.

Maharaj, he whispered, "tonight is Krishna Paksha Ashtami tithi.

it is the time of Unmatta Bhairava - the hour of divine power!"

A kings Guard came and fell to his knees.

"Maharana Sa," he murmured, Its a Boy!

Hearing this, Maharaja Maheshwar Pratap Rajvanshi walked toward the sacred fire.
He folded his hands, eyes filled with devotion, and knelt before the great Mahakaal Shiva.

With deep faith, he closed his eyes and began chanting -

Om Maha Kaala Bhairavaya Namaha...

the temple echoed with the Kala Bhairava Ashtakam.
Every priest joined in, their voices rising like thunder.
Even the storm seemed to pause, listening to the king's chant.

Deva-Raaja-Sevyamaana-Paavana-Angghri-Pankajam
Vyaala-Yajnya-Suutram-Indu-Shekharam Krpaakaram |
Naarada-[A]adi-Yogi-Vrnda-Vanditam Digambaram
Kaashikaa-Pura-Adhinaatha-Kaalabhairavam Bhaje

Bhaanu-Kotti-Bhaasvaram Bhavaabdhi-Taarakam Param
Niila-Kannttham-Iipsita-Artha-Daayakam Trilocanam |
Kaala-Kaalam-Ambuja-Akssam-Akssa-Shuulam-Akssaram
Kaashikaa-Pura-Adhinaatha-Kaalabhairavam Bhaje

Shuula-Tanka-Paasha-Danndda-Paannim-Aadi-Kaarannam
Shyaama-Kaayam-Aadi-Devam-Akssaram Nir-Aamayam |
Bhiimavikramam Prabhum Vichitra-Taannddava-Priyam
Kaashikaa-Pura-Adhinaatha-Kaalabhairavam Bhaje

Bhukti-Mukti-Daayakam Prashasta-Caaru-Vigraham
Bhakta-Vatsalam Sthitam Samasta-Loka-Vigraham |
Vi-Nikvannan-Manojnya-Hema-Kinkinnii-Lasat-Kattim
Kaashikaa-Pura-Adhinaatha-Kaalabhairavam Bhaje

Dharma-Setu-Paalakam Tva-Adharma-Maarga-Naashakam
Karma-Paasha-Mocakam Su-Sharma-Daayakam Vibhum |
Svarnna-Varnna-Shessa-Paasha-Shobhitaangga-Mannddalam
Kaashikaa-Pura-Adhinaatha-Kaalabhairavam Bhaje

Ratna-Paadukaa-Prabhaabhi-Raama-Paada-Yugmakam
Nityam-Advitiiyam-Isstta-Daivatam Niramjanam |
Mrtyu-Darpa-Naashanam Karaala-Damssttra-Mokssannam
Kaashikaa-Pura-Adhinaatha-Kaalabhairavam Bhaje

Atttta-Haasa-Bhinna-Padmaja-Anndda-Kosha-Samtatim
Drsstti-Paata-Nasstta-Paapa-Jaalam-Ugra-Shaasanam |
Asstta-Siddhi-Daayakam Kapaala-Maalikaa-Dharam
Kaashikaa-Pura-Adhinaatha-Kaalabhairavam Bhaje

Bhuuta-Samgha-Naayakam Vishaala-Kiirti-Daayakam
Kaashi-Vaasa-Loka-Punnya-Paapa-Shodhakam Vibhum |
Niiti-Maarga-Kovidam Puraatanam Jagatpatim
Kaashikaapuraadhinaathakaalabhairavam Bhaje

Kaalabhairavaassttakam Patthamti Ye Manoharam
Jnyaana-Mukti-Saadhanam Vicitra-Punnya-Vardhanam |
Shoka-Moha-Dainya-Lobha-Kopa-Taapa-Naashanam
Prayaanti Kaalabhairava-Amghri-Sannidhim Naraa Dhruvam |

Ommmm..., Ommmm....,

Asitanga Bhairavaya Maharudha Bhairavaya

Mahachanda Bhairavaya Kaala Bhairavaaya

Unmatta Bhairavaaya Kapaala Bhairavaaya

Bheeshana Bhairavaaya Samhaara Bhairavaaya

Mahakaala Bhairavaaya Mahakaala Rudraaya

Namoo Namahaa Ommm!

As the sound of the Kaalabhairava Ashtakam echoed,
the temple flames rose higher than the storm itself -
announcing the arrival of the child born under the
Nakshatra of Unmatta Bhairava's fire and Blessing's.

The Newborn baby bore a faintly glowing trident-shaped birthmark on his shoulder.
When the queen saw it, she pressed her forehead to the child's Forehead and kissed him then she whispered,

My Bachaa(baby), He shall be called as "Rana Rudhravansh Bhairava"

Outside, the storm broke into heavy Rain and thunders,
as if the heavens themselves had bowed to the oath of Bhairava.
Rudhravansh Bhairava!

The sacred fire, blazed brighter - blue and gold, divine and untamed.
The priest looked to the heavens and whispered, voice breaking -

"He is born under the Nakshatra of Unmatta Bhairava... born of storm, born of fire."

The clouds churned in furious circles above the fort, forming a trident-shaped flash across the sky.
Lightning fell thrice - east, west, and north - marking the borders of the land.

The fourth strike landed on the temple courtyard, leaving behind a faint trishul mark burnt into the stone.

But... Destiney have Another Price's of Darkness

In another chamber of the palace, Rani Kamudhini, the king's second wife too labored in pain.
Her child came two hours later__ born under Navami tithi, blessed by a different star.
As life entered one cradle, silence fell in another.

when the star of restraint and shadow ruled the skies.
The astrologer's hands trembled as he marked the hour.

"Two sons, born of the same blood, yet two fates divided by a single night,"
he murmured.

Queen Vishwadhamini's breath weakened.
Clutching her infant's tiny hand, she smiled through tears and whispered one final prayer to Bhairava..

"May my son walk the path of light and protect this land when shadows rise again."

Dheerga Ayushman bhava!
she blessed him and kissed his Forehead.

With that sacred vow, the queen's soul departed
leaving the newborn wrapped in the echo of temple bells and a mother's last blessing.

Her hand fell still.
The storm outside calmed completely.
And the bells of Mahakaal Bhairava rang one last time, carrying her final vow into eternity.

Later when the royal priest, Pandit Vishwamitra, opened the newborn's horoscope scroll.
His hands trembled, The sacred oil lamp beside him flickered violently, and his breath caught in his throat.

"hey Mahadev... (Ham ne tho dhyan he Nahe diya) this means something very significant..." he whispered, his eyes darting to the heavens.

"This child is born from a part of Unmatta Bhairava... it means-great calamity is coming to Bundi and Chittorgarh!"

Fear and reverence warred within him, He quickly folded the kundali and rose to his feet.

I must inform to Maharana saa immediately! he muttered, clutching the scroll to his chest.
The birth of this child is not just a blessing, it is a sign__a warning of a great storm!"

The storm roared louder as he ran through the palace corridors, his saffron robes soaked and clinging to his skin.
He could hear the cries echoing from the royal chamber - a sound that froze his steps.

"Maharana sa! Maharana sa!"
He burst through the doors, only to stop mid-step.

Rana Maheshwar Pratap Rajvanshi sat on the floor, his crown fallen beside him.
Tears streamed down his face as he held the lifeless hand of Maharani Vishwadhamini.
Beside him, the newborn lay wrapped in silk, unaware of the silence that had settled over his kingdom.

The priest's voice broke.

"W-What happened, Maharana sa...?"

The king lifted his head slowly, his face pale and hollow.

"M-Maharani sa... is no longer with us," he whispered, his voice cracking under grief.

Pandit Vishwamitra froze, His lips trembled as a single tear escaped his eye.
The temple bells outside clanged with sudden force, and lightning tore across the sky - as if the heavens themselves grieved.

"What..? What will happen now... Maharani sa..." he murmured, his voice shattering.

The air in the chamber felt heavy with both sorrow and something darker - a divine stillness that whispered of destiny.
Every corner of Chittorgarh wept that night.
For they had not just lost a queen - they had lost a mother, and a protector, the heart of their kingdom.

Through the palace gates, cries of mourning echoed as lamps were lit for her soul.
Men, women and everybody stood under the rain, their tears mixing with the pain.

Inside, Pandit Vishwamitra stepped closer to the newborn baby,
His eyes lingered on the glowing trident birthmark.
He lifted the child gently into his arms, his heart pounding with reverence and dread.

"This child... is a blessing but what about his Storm behind the Dangerous Warning," he whispered under his breath.
"Now who will protect him... who will stop the storm that is coming..."

The baby blinked once - calm, silent, divine.
A faint gust of wind brushed across the priest's face, carrying the scent of sandalwood and fire.

Pandit Vishwamitra bowed his head deeply, clutching the infant close.
He knew - this was no ordinary child.
This was Rana Rudhravansh Bhairava_born of storm, destined to guard light, yet shadowed by prophecy and Darkness.

And that night, while the kingdom mourned its queen,
the People watched silently__ for the wheel of fate had begun to turn.

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Thus, on the night of Krishna Paksha Ashtami, beneath Bhairava's crimson moon🌙,
a protector was born__ destined to rise when shadows threatened the sacred soil of Bundi.
The earth remembered his oath.
The gods sealed his fate.
And the story of Rana Rudhravansh Bhairava birth began with a storm.

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The Protector of Sacred Land.

Om Unmatta Bhairavaya Namha☘️

Author Note:

Come and Feel the witness of,
the divine birth of Rudravansh Bhairava__ the human embodiment form of Unmatta Bhairava.

He was Born to Protect the Holy Land of
Maa Varahi 🪷

On Auspicious Day of Kaala Bhairava Ashtami🔱
I am glad to thank the Lord Mahakal to Write this Devine Mythological Tale of Veeranya Bhairava🔱

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