Srinav soared through the cosmos astride his majestic vahan, Jaladri. The radiant stars shimmered around him as he made his way towards Brahmalok to seek the blessings and guidance of Brahmadev for his new incarnation.

The cool cosmic winds whipped through his hair as he gazed upon the beauty of the stars and galaxies around him. Amidst his excitement for the new journey ahead, Srinav's mind wandered to thoughts of Amarsri, their soon-to-be separation weighing heavy on his heart.

He reminded himself that this temporary ache was a necessary part of his divine duty, a sacrifice for the greater good. Determination filled his heart as he vowed not to let sadness cloud his purpose this time. He told himself to depart with a smile, for her happiness was his own, and she will be proud of him if he remains strong and joyful.

He knew that Amarsri would want him to embrace his new journey on earth with courage and grace. He was determined to embrace his new avatar with a smile, for he knew her happiness lay in his own joy. Thus, with a determined smile on his face, Srinav urged Jaladri onwards towards Brahmalok, ready to embark on his divine mission

Jaladri's majestic wings beat rhythmically, carrying Srinav closer to Satyalok, the realm of Brahma. As they approached the divine abode, Srinav's anticipation grew, a mix of excitement and bittersweet longing. Jaladri descended gracefully, landing on the shimmering golden shores of Brahmalok.

With a deep breath, he straightened his posture and entered the grand palace of Brahma. The walls were adorned with intricate carvings depicting ancient tales, and the air was filled with a sense of divine tranquility.

Arriving in front of Brahmadev, Srinav stood before him with joined hands and bowed head, a mixture of humility and resolve flickering in his eyes. The creator god looked at him with knowing eyes.

"Aapke avatar lene ka din aa hi gaya, Shreeshaktiswar." Brahma said.

Srinav nodded, "Ji prabhu."

"Mujhe aasha hai ki aapko aapki leela aur karm smaran hai." Brahma inquired.

Srinav replied, "Jo Narayan ne nirdharit kiya hai, mai wahi karm karunga, chaahe mujhe priya ho ya apriya."

"Waise aapka ek karya badh gaya hai." Brahmadev said.

Srinav frowned and looked up at the creator, "Kaisa karya ?"

"Krishneshwari avatar ko grihast jeevan mei baandh ke rakhna." Brahma said.

Srinav got confused, "Baandh ke rakhna ? Prabhu, vivah toh Krishneshwari aur mere avatar Satyashree ka toh waise bhi hona hai. Kshama kare, mai aapka tatparya samjha nahi."

"Vivah toh awashya hoga isme koi sandeh nahi." Brahma said, "Kintu ek Yogini ko grihast jeevan mei baandhe rakhna kathin hota hai... Kyuki use chahiye keval paramanand. Use shaanti milti hai keval tapasya mei. Woh nahi padti sansarik maya mei, use iss samaj se matlab nahi hota."

Confusion clouded Srinav's mind as he grappled with the implications of Brahma's words.

The creator god said, "Samaj ki chinta karna, Krishneshwari ke liye anivarya hai kyuki woh Akhand Maharani ki sakshat murti hogi prithvi par. Yeh tab hi sambhav hai jab uss yogini ko paramanand grihast jeevan mei mile, aur shaanti aap mei."

"Yogini ?" Srinav couldn't understand, "Prabhu, iss avatar mei tapasya kyu karna hai devi ko ?"

Brahma sighed, "Kyuki awashyakta ab padne wali hai."

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Shukracharya stood in the lush gardens with Amarsri, his voice tinged with urgency as he pleads with her. He spoke frustratedly of his concern for the asuras being mercilessly slain by Krishna on Earth, urging her to intervene. Amarsri, radiant and serene, listened calmly to his tirade, her gentle demeanor a stark contrast to his fiery accusations. His eyes searched for understanding in her face, but she meets his gaze with unwavering determination.

"Nahi Shukra." She gently shakes her head, "Krishna ka avatar adharm ke annt hetu huya hai. Unse yeh kehna ki woh asuro ka annt na kare, jag kalyaan mei badha banega."

Shukracharya's frustration simmered beneath the surface, his hands clenched tightly as he tried to reason with the goddess, "Kintu Maatey, woh toh asuro ko sudharne ka avsar bhi nahi de rahe !"

"Bahut avsar diye hai asuro ko." Amarsri said firmly, "Kintu apne tamsik buddhi ke karan, sadev nirbalo par atyachaar kiya hai Rakshaso, daityo aur danavo ne. Iss hi mei unka kalyaan hai."

"Kaisa kalyaan Mata ? Nirmum hatya se kiska kalyaan huya hai ?!" His voice rose in defiance against the seemingly indifferent goddess.

Amarsri shook her head, "Unn sabka vadh swayam Bhagwaan ke haatho huya hai. Krishna swayam Paramatma hai. Aur paramatma ki yojnaon mei mai badha nahi banne wali. Jis Shri Krishna par tum krodhit ho rahe woh, woh sampurn sansaar ke hiteshi hai...."

She praised Krishna's actions, extolling his virtues, "Krishna karuna ke sagar hai, jagat pita hai woh. Kisi se dvesh nahi rakhte. Unke komal man mei sabke liye prem hai. Kintu kabhi kabhi santaan yadi paap ke maarg par jaaye, toh pita ko kathor hona padta hai. Aur isme pita ko koi anand nahi milta, Krishna ko unn asuro ka vadh kar koi sukh praapt nahi hota hai. Kintu sajjano ke kalyaan hetu, aur unn paapi asuro ke uddhar hetu unhe aisa karna padta hai."

Shukracharya's frustration mounted as he found himself rebuffed by the very person he considered his mother. His pleas fell on deaf ears, his anger simmering beneath the surface as he struggled to comprehend her unwavering support for Krishna.

"Krishna swayam Parabrahm hai, unse koi bhul nahi ho sakti, Shukra. Woh kuch bhi akaran nahi karte. Jin bhi asuro ka vadh huya hai, unn sabko toh moksh mila hai. Jo avastha rishi-muni, janmo ke tapasya se bhi praapt nahi kar paate, uss moksh ki awastha ko asuro ne praapt ki hai Krishna ke haatho mrityu paa ke. Ab kya yeh unki udaarta nahi hai ?" She asked.

With each word of praise she spoke for Krishna, his anger mounted. The flowers seemed to wilt under the weight of his fury, their vibrant colors fading. Shukracharya's frustration reached its peak, his hands trembling with rage as he felt the injustice of it all.

Unable to bear her defense of Krishna any longer, he exclaimed, "KRISHNA ! KRISHNA ! KRISHNA ! BAS YAHI RATT LAGA RAKHA HAI AAPNE ! KRISHNA KE MAYA SE MOHIT AAP BHI APNE DAITWA BHUL GAYI HAI !"

His anger was palpable, his eyes blazing with intensity as he sought to challenge her allegiance to Krishna. Amarsri, radiating an ethereal calmness, gazes back at him with a serene expression.

"Svar sambhaal ke baat karo, Shukra. Yadi tumhare Pitadev Srinav ne-" "NAHI BAAT KARNA AB !" He interrupted her.

The Asurguru said, "Aapko keval Krishna ki prashansa karni hai, Krishna ke karan aap meri baat samajhne ko taiyaar hi nahi.... Yeh apne kartavyo se bhaagna huya devi, aur jo kartavya se bhaagte hai, jo keval ek hi drishtikon se jag dekhte hai, unhe swayam ko divya kehne ka koi adhikar nahi."

Feeling betrayed and unheard, Shukracharya, consumed by his fury and influenced by destiny, cursed, "Mai, Asurguru Shukracharya, aapko shraap deta hu ki aap avatar lete hi apna astitva bhula dengi ! Aur yadi aapne Krishna ka mukh dekh liya toh uss hi kshan aapka avatar bhasm-vibhoot ho jaayega !"

The moment the curse left his lips, a wave of shock washed over Amarsri's face. Her eyes widened in disbelief, and her whole being seemed to tremble with the weight of his words. She instinctively placed a hand over her mouth. The realization of the implications of this curse dawned on her, threatening to disrupt the harmony of the divine plan.

"SHUKRACHARYA !" Srinav's voice thundered, causing the flower to wilt, and the gentle breeze to turn into a fierce gust.

Shukra turned to face him, his eyes widening in surprise at the sudden presence of the incensed Srinav, mounted over Jaladri.

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The same as HH1, but still quite different 🌝