But his engagement was falling apart. His startup was hemorrhaging cash. And last week, a stray dog—a gentle golden retriever—had bitten him on his way to the office. On a Tuesday. In a puddle.
“No,” Guruji said, his voice trembling. “You have a Gaja Kesari Yoga —intellect like an elephant-lion. But it’s malformed. You have a Chandala Yoga —born from the shadow of a solar eclipse. But the strangest one… I had to calculate it three times.” calculate yogas in my kundali
Arjun raised an eyebrow. “So I’m lucky?” But his engagement was falling apart