In the chamber adorned with celestial weapons, Srinav stood examining his mighty crescent-shaped khadag with a furrowed brow. His gaze was fixed on the blade, reflecting the glint of his simmering anger.

Suddenly Amarsri entered, her presence interrupting the stillness. Srinav's eyes lifted from the sword, and a cold sternness filled his expression as he beheld her. She, sensing his displeasure, nervously bit the insides of her mouth. With the sword gripped tightly in his hand, he appeared even more imposing.

"Waise dev, aaj hum-" Before she could say further, he slammed the sword down on its stand with a loud clang, the sound echoing in the room.

Without a word, he stormed past Amarsri and out of the room, his anger palpable in the air.

Left alone, her held her temples in frustration, "Vivah ke samaye socha nahi tha ki Shaanti ka devta bhi krodhit hota hoga.... Kintu hai bhi toh Mata Kaali ke putra...." She sighed.

Amarsri walked out of the room, and  through the marble corridor of the heavenly abode, her footsteps echoing softly in the vast space. Reaching the front yard, she was greeted by a gentle breeze carrying the sweet scent of blooming flowers. The garden was a riot of colors, with vibrant blooms swaying in the wind. She made her way to a cluster of flowering bushes, their petals soft to the touch as she carefully selected the blossoms.

With nimble fingers, she gathered delicate blossoms, weaving them into an intricate crown. With the floral crown in hand, Amarsri made her way back into the house, her heart heavy with worry.

"Srinav ? Srinav ?" She searched the opulent rooms, calling out for Srinav, but he remained elusive.

As she entered the backyard, her eyes finally fell upon him seated in the gazebo, his regal form reclining on the ornate diwan. The wind rustled through his dark hair, lifting the strands like a gentle caress. The tension in the air was palpable, his eyes reflecting his lingering anger.

Amarsri entered the gazebo and approached him. She noticed his intense gaze falling upon her, his anger evident in his furrowed brow. Despite his displeasure, she gently placed the delicate floral crown on his head, a gesture of peace and apology. The vibrant colors of the flowers contrasted against his stern expression, but she hoped it would soothe his heart.

"Maine swayam aapke liye banaya. Sundar hai na ?" She asked.

For a fleeting moment, a hint of softness flickered in his eyes as he touched the petals of the flowers. Amarsri became hopeful. But as quickly as it came, his anger resurfaced, shadows once again darkening his gaze. Feeling the weight of his fury, Amarsri watched in silence as Srinav rose abruptly from the diwan and left the gazebo without a word.
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The evening had descended in Chaitanya Lok. Srinav sat in the dining area, his face expressionless as he waited for the food. Amarsri quickly came with a tray filled with Srinav's favorite dishes. Her eyes were filled with a mix of regret and love.

Setting the tray before him, Amarsri spoke softly, "Sabhi vyanjan aapke pasand ke hai. Batayiye chakh ke kaise bane hai ?"

Her hands trembled with the weight of her guilt, as she served him. Each dish exuded a heavenly aroma, a blend of flavors that only she knew how to create. Srinav's expression softened slightly as he looked at the spread she had prepared, his favorite delicacies temptingly laid out.

He picked up a morsel and offered it to her first, his habitual gesture of love. Amarsri looked up with innocent eyes, her lips forming a small smile. But Srinav turned his gaze away, his arms extended towards her, silently urging her to take the first bite. Amarsri hesitated for a moment before accepting the offering, her lips gently parting as she accepted the food from his hand.

And seeing from his peripheral vision that she had swallowed the food, he finally began to eat. Hurt lingered in his eyes as he picked at his food, each bite a mix of pleasure and resentment.

Amarsri watched him silently, her heart heavy with remorse. She longed to erase his anger, to return to the harmony they shared. But Srinav's anger was not easily dissipated, his disappointment palpable in the air between them.

Srinav ate in silence, the clinking of cutlery the only sound in the room. As he finished his meal, he washed his hands, the water flowing over his divine skin in a soothing rhythm. Amarsri stood by, her heart heavy with guilt and longing for forgiveness. Srinav dried his hands slowly, his gaze distant and contemplative.

Without a word, he rose from the table and walked towards the door, leaving behind the remnants of their strained evening She watched him go, frustration bubbling within her. Amarsri clenched her fists in helplessness, entire day had passed by his anger still remained.

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A/N

Arrey Mata Kaali ka putra hai, aise thodi shaant hoga 😂

Cute chapter coming up 🌝