Kamsa then looked at his guards and ordered, "Inn dusht balako ko nagar se bahar nikal do ! Sabhi Gopo ki sampatti chhin kar, uss murkh Nand ko bandhi bana lo ! Vasudev, Ugrasen aur unke sabhi saathiyo ka vadh kar do !"

As the tyrant raved audaciously, Krishna was enraged. It was enough now.

In that intense moment, Krishna's eyes blazed with a wild ferocity as he swiftly leaped up onto the high royal dais, his movements as graceful as a flowing river yet as powerful as a raging storm. His divine presence sent shivers down the spines of all who dared to stand against him.

Vasudev and Devaki, standing behind Kamsa's throne in shackles, were struck speechless at the sight of Krishna's anger. Their eyes widened in awe and fear as they beheld the divine wrath of their son, a potent force that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth.

Krishna gaze pierced through Kamsa's trembling form like a sharp sword cutting through illusions of power. Kamsa took up his sword and shield, and moved quickly from side to side like a hawk in the sky.

Despite his feeble attempts to defend himself, Krishna's closed in on the trembling tyrant. Krishna's hand shot out and seized Kamsa by his hair, knocking off his crown. And just like how Kamsa has thrown Devaki out of the chariot by her pious hair, Krishna hurled Kamsa off the imperial dais, his fall mirroring the downfall of his oppressive reign.

Krishna said, "Jab atyachar apni charam par aata hai, toh swayam apne vinaash ko nimantrit karta hai. Mamashree, tumne bhi mujhe yaha swayam bulaya hai."

As Kamsa gazed up in horror, Krishna descended upon him like a thunderbolt, his fists striking with precision and power. The blow landed with a resounding thud, causing Kamsa to convulse in agony. Blood spurted from Kamsa's mouth as his tyrannical rule came to a violent end.

As a lion drags a dead elephant, Krishna then dragged Kamsa's dead body along the ground in full view of everyone present.

"OH !" The people in the arena tumultuously cried out.

As Krishna stood victorious over Kamsa's lifeless body in the wrestling arena, the enraged cries of Kamsa's eight brothers filled the air. Led by Kank and Nyagrodha, they charged towards Krishna with fury in their eyes, seeking vengeance.

Before they could reach Krishna, Balram, with his immense strength and speed, swiftly grabbed a nearby mace and jumped in front of them. His eyes blazed with anger as he prepared to defend his brother against the wrathful brothers of Kamsa. His mace swung through the air, striking with precision and power, deflecting their attacks and pushing them back.

With calculated precision and unwavering determination, he dodges their strikes and counters with powerful blows of his own. One by one, Balram overpowers his adversaries, his mace striking true and swift. As Kank lunges forward, Balram sidesteps and delivers a crushing blow to his chest, sending him crashing to the ground. Nyagrodha tries to flank him, but Balram anticipates the move and swiftly incapacitates him with a mighty swing of his mace.

One by one, Balram takes on each of Kamsa's brothers, his movements a mesmerizing dance of skill and power. With unwavering resolve, he relentlessly strikes down each opponent, his mace a deadly extension of his will. As the dust settles, Balram stands tall amidst the fallen brothers, his breath heavy but his spirit unbroken.

Kettledrums resounded in the sky as Brahmadev, Mahadev and other gods, rained down flowers upon him with pleasure.

The wives of Kamsa and his brothers rushed towards the lifeless bodies of their loved ones. Their cries of anguish pierced the air, blending with the sounds of mourning and despair. The women threw themselves over the fallen figures, clutching at their clothes, weeping uncontrollably.

Asti cried, "O Nath ! O Priya ! O Swami ! Aapke vadh ho jaane se, aapki patniyo aur santaano ka bhi vadh ho gaya !"

"Aapke jaane ke baad yeh nagri waise hi suni ho gayi, jaisa humara Sringaar !" Praapt wept.

They beat their chests and heads in a frenzy of grief, their wails echoing through the arena. All the women lamented the cruel fate that had befallen their husbands.

"Aapki yeh dasha iss liye huyi kyuki aapne nirdosho par atyachaar kiya.... Bhala dusro par himsa karne wala, kya swayam sukh paa sakta hai ?"

"Bhagwaan Shri Krishna, iss sansaar ke racheta, palankarta aur sanghaarkarta hai... Jo unke virudh jata hai woh kabhi sukh praapt nahi kar sakta !"

Amidst the heartbreaking scene, Krishna knelt down in front of the mourning women. His eyes filled with compassion as he reached out to comfort them in their time of sorrow.

With a gentle voice, he spoke words of solace, "Deviyo, aap sabhi ke pati adharm ke maarg par agrasar the. Sajjano par himsa karte the, nirdosho par atyachaar karte the. Inke uddhar ka keval ek hi maarg tha, humare haatho mrityu. Aap chintit na hoyiye, kyuki aap sabhi ke patiyo ko moksh mila hai."

The women looked up at Krishna, their eyes filled with tears and sorrow, finding a glimmer of hope in his presence.

"Ab aap sab bhi inse mukt ho chuki hai. Aap chaahe toh Mathura mei rahe, yaha aapka purn sammaan kiya jaayega. Yadi aap apne rajyo mei lautna chaahti hai, toh aapko koi nahi rokega. Ab aapke pati nahi rahe, aap sab uthiye, shok na manayiye, aur aage badhiye jeevan mei. Aap sabhi purntah swatantra hai." Krishna said.

His soothing words and comforting touch brought a sense of calm amidst the chaos of their grief, helping them find strength to face the uncertain future ahead. And in that moment, amidst the loss and despair, a ray of light shone through, reminding them that even in darkness, there is still love and compassion to be found.

Krishna and Balram then go to free Devaki and Vasudev. As the divine brothers stand before their parents, glowing with a radiant aura, their eyes filled with compassion and love, Vasudev and Devaki, who have endured years of separation and suffering, look upon Krishna and Balram with tears streaming down their faces. They are overwhelmed with a mix of emotions - relief, joy, and disbelief at the sight of their beloved sons standing before them as saviors.

Krishna and Balram extend their hands towards their parents, their touch bringing a sense of warmth and comfort that Vasudev and Devaki have longed for. With a gentle touch, the shackles that bind Vasudev and Devaki fall away.

Devaki and Vasudev, now knowing Krishna and Balram to be the lords of the universe, simply stood with joined palms. Overwhelmed by the divine presence of their children, they hesitate to embrace them, a mix of awe and apprehension filling their hearts.

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*CUTS THE NAME OF KAMSA*
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Waise here's a funny art I had made of Krishna and Mamu -

Yeah- I do have some unhinged moments with my art-🤣🤣

And if anyone is wondering ki Mamu ka kya huya baad mei... Well unhe Saroopiya moksh mila. The reason being -

Moral - Bhagwaan ko kaise bhi yaad karo, koi bhi bhaavna rakho.... Tumhare laabh hi hai 😂
And if that's not all-benevolence, then idk what is 😍🙏