When Devayani learned from Sharmishtha that she had borne a child by a superior and elder brahmin, she responded without anger, accepting the explanation as true. Smiling together after their exchange, Devayani, daughter of Shukra, returned to her chamber, content with what she had heard. In the days that followed, King Yayati fathered two sons with Devayani—Yadu and Turvasu—who shone with the brilliance of Indra and Vishnu themselves. At that time, Yayati, lord of the earth, offered Devayani wine mixed with honey. The red-golden Devayani drank deeply, and as she drank again and again, she eventually lost consciousness. In her intoxicated state, Devayani wept, sang, and danced repeatedly, uttering many incoherent words. She addressed Yayati, saying, “You appear in the form and dress of a king—why have you come here? What purpose brings you to this lonely, dense forest? O best of Brahmins, the mighty and fearsome king Yayati is here; if you wish your welfare, Brahmin, flee from this place.” As Devayani rambled in this way, King Nahusha, who was present, rebuked her, judging her words unworthy and sinful. He then instructed the mute, crippled, aged, and lame among his attendants to protect and provide for Devayani. Meanwhile, King Nahusha, wise and discerning, took Sharmishtha as his own and enjoyed great happiness with her for a long time. From this union, Sharmishtha, daughter of Vrishaparvan, bore three sons: Druhyu, Anu, and Puru. Later, at a certain time, Devayani, whose smile was pure, went with Yayati into a secluded forest. There, she saw boys of divine appearance playing confidently. Astonished, she asked Yayati, “Whose children are these, O King, so beautiful, like sons of the gods? Their radiance and form remind me of you.” Having questioned the king, Devayani then asked the boys themselves. At that moment, their nurse prompted them, “Why do you not tell, boys, who your father is, the best of Brahmins?” The boys replied, “Our father is a sage, a Brahmin, of twice-born lineage. Sharmishtha does not speak falsely. Devayani, forgive us.” Devayani pressed further, “What is the name and lineage of your Brahmin father, dear children? Tell me the truth quickly—who is he and where does he dwell? Tell me exactly as it is, for I wish to hear of him.” Thus addressed, the boys pointed to the king himself and indicated Sharmishtha as their mother. After this, they approached the king together, but in Devayani’s presence, the king did not welcome them. Weeping, the boys went to Sharmishtha, while Sharmishtha herself, lovely-eyed and silent, approached the king. She stood not far from him, her face turned away, and Yayati, hearing the boys, felt a sense of shame and remained silent, moved by the affection the children showed him. Understanding the truth, Sharmishtha addressed Devayani: “You once said that some sage would come to me. O beautiful one, by such means you protect the king, but I had already spoken before, and you have acted wrongly. Though you are under my authority, why did you do what displeases me? You have adopted the conduct of demons and do not fear me. “What was said—‘a sage is coming’—is true, O lovely-smiling one. Acting according to justice and righteousness, I do not fear you. When you chose a husband, I too chose at that time. By righteousness, the husband of a friend becomes one’s own husband, O graceful one. You are to be honored and respected by me, and you are the eldest, a Brahmin lady. But the royal sage is even more worthy of honor than you—do you not know this? Both of us, O auspicious one, were given together by your father, my teacher. Therefore, the husband is to be honored and nourished, and he nourishes me here.” Hearing these words, Devayani replied, “Enjoy here as you wish, together with Sharmishtha. O king, I will not stay here today; you have done what displeases me.” Devayani’s anger burned intensely. She looked at Sharmishtha, who was ashamed, and as if burning her with her gaze, Devayani cast aside all her ornaments. Seeing Devayani suddenly rise, her eyes brimming with tears, Sharmishtha watched as she quickly set out, greatly distressed, to the presence of her father, Kavi (Shukra). The king, anxious, followed behind, seeking to console her, but Devayani did not turn back, her eyes reddened with anger. She said nothing to the king, her eyes full of tears, and soon reached the presence of Kavi Ushanas. Seeing her father, she stood before him after bowing, and Yayati, too, honored the great sage. Devayani then spoke: “Righteousness has been defeated by unrighteousness; the course of unrighteousness prevails. I have been greatly wronged by Sharmishtha, the daughter of Vrishaparvan.