1900 BC. In what ultramodern Indians inaptly call the Indus Valley Civilisation. The occupants of that period called it the land of Meluha a near perfect conglomerate created numerous centuries before by Lord Ram, one of the topmost monarchs that ever lived. This formerly proud conglomerate and its Suryavanshi autocrats face severe threats as its primary swash, the deified Saraswati, is sluggishly drying to extermination. They also face ruinous terrorist attacks from the east, the land of the Chandravanshis. To make matters worse, the Chandravanshis appear to have confederated with the Nagas, an ostracised and minatory race of misshaped humans with astonishing martial chops! The only stopgap for the Suryavanshis is an ancient legend When evil rung grand proportions, when all seems misplaced, when it appears that your adversaries have triumphed, a idol will crop . Is the rough- hewn Tibetan emigrant Shiva, really that idol? And does he want to be that idol at all? Drawn suddenly to his fortune, by duty as well as by love, will Shiva lead the Suryavanshi revenge and destroy wrong?