Srinav stood in his four-armed divine form of Vallabheshwar, the supreme admirer, radiating a brilliant aura that illuminated the surroundings. Amarsri, with tears glistening in her eyes, approached him with reverence and love.

She adorned his forehead with a sacred tilak, each stroke carrying a prayer for his protection and success in his earthly incarnation. As she swirled the flames before him, the flickering light danced on Vallabheshwar divine form, casting mesmerizing shadows around them. Amarsri then showered fragrant flowers over him, their petals falling like a gentle rain around his four-armed form. Each flower seemed to carry her love and well wishes.

Tears welled up in his eyes, but he held them back with a resolute gaze, his stoic expression concealing the depth of his internal struggle. His heart was heavy with the knowledge of the trials that awaited her on earth. Amarsri, too, fought against her own emotions, maintaining a brave smile to reassure her beloved.

Her gaze lingered upon his Vallabheshwar form a little longer, etching every detail into her memory, knowing that she would soon forget him for fourteen long years when she would take her own earthly incarnation. His presence was a sight to behold, exuding a sense of peace and bliss that touched her soul deeply. What a pity it would to be forget it.

A sigh escaped her lips, "Jaayiye Mayaputra. Aapke avatar ka udeshya safal ho." She said.

With a gentle nod, Vallabheshwar met Amarsri's unwavering gaze, offering her a small, reassuring smile before his departure. As he prepared to leave, a brilliant light erupted from his being, engulfing the garden in its divine glow. Amarsri stood transfixed, watching as her beloved husband vanished into the dazzling light, leaving behind only the echoes of his presence.

Amarsri stood alone in the garden, a mix of pride and sorrow swirling within her. Lowering her gaze, she pondered her own plight - cursed to forget everything when she would take her incarnation on Earth. With only the echo of his departure lingering in the air, Amarsri's heart felt heavy with the weight of her impending amnesia.

Yet, a flicker of determination shone in her eyes as she prepared herself for the trials that lay ahead. She reminded herself that she was the daughter of Mahadev and Narayan, and the wife of Shreeshaktiswar. She was Harihareshwari, the goddess of Balance, she knew she had a crucial role to play in the cosmic order, despite the challenges ahead.

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The sun was setting, casting a warm golden glow over the city below. Birds chirped in the trees, of the royal garden.
Krishna stood on his balcony, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. The soft breeze ruffled his dark curls as he gripped the balustrade with a sense of quiet determination.

Beside him, Balram stood with a troubled expression etched on his face, his brow furrowed with worry. A gentle breeze rustled through Krishna's hair, causing his robes to flutter around him while Balram's grip tightened on the balcony railing.

"Tumne yeh kyu karvaya Krishna ? Kya awashyakta thi uss shraap ki ?" Balram asked.

Krishna finally turned to Balram, his eyes meeting his brother's gaze with a calm certainty, "Uske avatar ko awashyakta thi."

"Tatparya ?" Balram asked.

"Krishneshwari ke jeevan ka udeshya atyant jatil hai, dau. Use aise nirnaye lene hai.... Aise tyaag karne hai.... Aisa maargdarshan dena hai jo keval ek yogasth buddhi wali stree hi de sakti hai, ek yogini hi de sakti hai. Mai nahi chaahta ki isme uska man kahi bhi bhramit ho." Krishna said.

Balram stood silently, his brow furrowed in deep contemplation. The silence between them was palpable, only broken by the chirping of birds in the nearby trees.

"Mai chaahta hu ki woh hridaye se nahi," Krishna tapped the temple of his head, "Yaha se soche. Buddhi se nirnaye le. Mai chaahta hu ki woh nirmohi bane, indriya par vijay praapt kare.... Aisi stree ko koi parajit nahi kar sakta."

"Rameshwari ne kaunsa yog kiya ? Parajit toh woh bhi kabhi nahi huyi." Balram said.

Krishna smiled, "Rameshwari ka udeshya iss prithvi ko jeetna tha. Krishneshwari ka udeshya iss prithvi par sushaashan lana hai. Ran-niti aur Rajniti mei antar hai. Ek mei veer milte hai, aur dusre mei prapanchi."

Balram looked at Krishna, his gaze filled with a mixture of admiration and uncertainty, "Mai tumhare karya kabhi kabhi samajh hi nahi pata."

"Toh unhe mujh par hi chhod dijiye." Krishna chuckled.

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Shraap Shukracharya ne diya, kintu dilwaya Krishna ne. And now you know why 🌝

Sansaar uss stree se bhayebhit hota hai jo sansaar se bhayebhit nahi hoti 🙃🔥