It was the occasion of Akshay tritiya, the day of Guruvaar.

Aarvi stood gracefully on the banks of the Kshipra River, holding fresh garments for her beloved husband, King Dilip. The soft morning breeze carried the sound of hymns as the queen's handmaidens stood behind her, holding items for the sacred pooja.

Dilip was waist-deep in the gentle waters of the river, his eyes closed in deep devotion. The golden rays of the rising sun illuminated his strong silhouette as he offered prayers to Suryadev. The water shimmered around him, reflecting the serenity and reverence of the moment.

Aarvi's eyes were fixed on Dilip as he fervently prayed, but suddenly, a radiant light from her peripheral vision drew her gaze away. Turning slowly, she gasped in awe as her eyes fell upon a magnificent sight - the divine tortoise, Kurmadev, gracefully swimming towards them in the shimmering waters of the Kshipra River. On Kurmadev's back rested a colossal lotus, emanating a brilliant light as if a piece of the sun was nestled in it.

The beauty and majesty of Kurmadev left Aarvi and her handmaidens spellbound, their hearts filled with reverence and wonder at the divine presence before them. The air was charged with an ethereal energy as the sacred tortoise approached, casting a celestial aura over the entire scene.

Dilip too felt a strange and divine presence around him. Opening his eyes, he was startled to see Kurmadev in front of him. As he beheld the divine form of Narayan, a profound silence fell upon the surroundings. His heart filled with reverence and wonder, rendering him speechless in the face of such a celestial manifestation. Trembling slightly, Dilip instinctively joined his hands.

But just as quickly as he had appeared, Kurmadev vanished, leaving behind the radiant lotus floating gently on the water's surface. Dilip, feeling drawn to the ethereal sight, waded towards the lotus and beheld a miraculous sight - a girl nestled within, swathed in a soft yellow garment.

His eyes widened in disbelief as he reached out with trembling hands towards the divine child. She looked so delicate and ethereal, like a celestial being sent from the heavens above. Dilip hesitated momentarily, overwhelmed by the purity and divinity of the sleeping infant.

Memories of King Vishrutavaan's prophecy flooded his mind, confirming that this was indeed the manifestation of goddess Amarsri as his daughter. The air around them crackled with energy, and a sense of awe and reverence washed over him, sending shivers down his spine.

With a mix of reverence and awe, Dilip finally gathered the courage to lift the baby girl from the lotus. His hands trembled as he cradled her delicate form, feeling the weight of her divine purpose.

The baby stirred ever so slightly, her presence radiating an otherworldly glow that seemed to fill every corner of his being. Tears streamed down his face unchecked, a mixture of joy, wonder, and an inexplicable connection to this miraculous being. In that moment, he felt the weight of the universe in her tiny form, as if she held the key to all mysteries and miracles.

Suddenly, as the baby girl opened her eyes, the sky erupted with the celestial sounds of conch shells and kettle drums. A shower of fragrant flowers descended from above, surrounding them in a divine aura. The air was filled with a sense of wonder and reverence, as if time itself had stopped to witness this moment.

A brilliant light descended from the sky, casting a heavenly glow the earth. A thundering voice echoed through the heavens, each word resounding with power and purpose, "Paramatma ke udeshya ki purti hetu prakat huyi hai yeh kanya ! Jo sabhi Rajao ki, Chakravartiyo ki Maharani hai, woh aaj tumhari Rajkumari bani hai Dilipsen ! Yeh woh hai jiski hunkaar se adharmi kaap uthte hai ! Samast praaniyon ko jiski khoj hai, woh aaj tumhare paas hai !"

The weight of the prophecy hung heavy in the air, sending shivers down Dilip's spine. As the light faded and the surroundings returned to normal, he turned to Aarvi, who was beaming with tears in her eyes. The air was filled with a sense of awe and wonder as they both gazed at the baby girl in his arms.

Dilip emerged from the sacred waters of the Kshipra River, the baby girl cradled gently in his arms. The attendants and guards who witnessed the divine event looked on in astonishment, their faces a mix of wonder and shock.

Dilip raised her high and declared, "Ghoshna kar do sampurn Bharatvarsh mei.... KI AKHAND MAHARANI HAIHEYA-KUL MEI JANMI HAI !"
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The air was heavy with tension as he paced back and forth, his brow furrowed with worry. The flickering oil lamps cast dancing shadows on the walls, mirroring the turmoil in his mind. Because today, surprisingly and unexpectedly several subordinate kings had abandoned them, to support their uncle Dilip, without saying anything.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and Anuvinda stumbled in, his chest heaving with exertion.

Vinda asked, "Kitne Raja chale gaye ?"

In a breathless voice, Anuvinda informed, "Sabhi... Sabhi Raja chale gaye Kakashree ko samarthan dene !"

"Yeh kaise ho sakta hai ?! Humne unhe pad-pratishtha dene ka vachan diya tha ! Aur Dilip ke paas itna dhan nahi ki woh inn Rajao ko daam de kar apne paksh mei laaye !" Vinda's eyes blazed with a mix of anger and betrayal, "Kya karan diya unn rajao ne hume chhodne ka ?!"

Anuvinda sighed, "Sabhi Rajao ne ek hi baat kahi.... Ki Akhand Maharani ka prakatya Dilip ke yaha huya hai..."

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Aate hi do adharmiyo ka patta kaat diya 🌝

Finally HH16 is complete, tbh I was expecting it to be of 30-35 chapters lekin man did it extend 🤣🤣🤣
This is one hell of a book that wrote itself 💀✨

And now that it is finally over, my special thanks to Trumanshi for giving me dates, nakshatras and muhurat for the births of Satyashree and Krishneshwari ❤️

NOW THE ANNOUNCEMENT 🔥

Kya aapke khoon mei SriSri ki kami ho gayi hai ?
Toh pesh hai ek kitaab jo iss kami ko dur kardegi ✨
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An HHS Spinoff book, which will be a treat for those who like their coffee black, whiskey neat, food spicy and men as morally grey 🌝
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A swaroop of Srinav that is BRILLIANT, BAD and a little bit MAD (⁠✯⁠ᴗ⁠✯⁠)

It shall be published tomorrow, that is 13-08-2024 ✨