The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the royal chamber. Dilip sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he played with his daughter, Krishneshwari.

The baby lay on her back, her tiny hands reaching out for her father. Dilip tickled her tummy, making her giggle and kick her legs in delight. A playful smile spread across his face as he watched his daughter's joyful antics.

Krishneshwari's laughter was infectious, filling the room with a sense of joy and contentment. It was a sound that could melt the hardest heart and bring a smile to the saddest face. Dilip couldn't help but laugh along with her, his heart overflowing with love for his precious child. As he continued to tickle her, Krishneshwari's laughter grew louder and louder. Her eyes sparkled with amusement, and her cheeks were flushed with delight.

Aarvi approached the bed, a warm smile playing on her lips. She watched as Dilip played his daughter, their laughter filling the room. Her heart swelled with love as she took in the sight of her family, happy and content.

Sitting down beside her husband, Aarvi reached out and gently caressed Krishneshwari's face. The baby looked up at her mother, her eyes wide with wonder. Aarvi smiled and kissed her daughter's forehead.

"Pitashree ke saath krida ho rahi hai ?" she cooed, her voice filled with love.

Krishneshwari giggled in response, her laughter a sweet melody that filled the room. She held her tiny arms up, reaching out for her mother. Aarvi smiled and took her daughter into her embrace.

"Chalo accha hai ki ab atithi nahi aa rahe." Aarvi said, looking at Dilip. "Humari putri toh thak hi gayi thi sabse mil ke. Ab dekho kitni khil khila rahi hai."

Dilip nodded in agreement, "So toh hai."

Krishneshwari, her tiny eyes wide with wonder, lay nestled on her mother's bosom. Aarvi gently stroked her daughter's hair, her heart filled with a sense of peace and contentment.

"Yadi ab koi aya bhi, toh mai nahi milane wali." Aarvi whispered, her voice soft and protective.

Krishneshwari gurgled contentedly, her tiny hands reaching out to touch her mother's face. As Aarvi gently rocked Krishneshwari, Dilip watched them with a sense of contentment.

"Ab mujhe bhi jana hoga." Dilip stood up to leave for the royal court, he bent down and kissed both Aarvi and Krishneshwari on their foreheads.

Aarvi nodded, a gentle smile playing on her lips. Dilip turned and left the room, his footsteps echoing softly in the hallway.

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The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the royal court of Ujjain. Dilip, his brow furrowed in concentration, listened intently as his ministers presented their reports. The day had been long and arduous, but the affairs of state demanded his attention.

Just as the ministers were about to conclude their meeting, a pratihari, a young woman with a determined expression, burst into the room.

"Haiheya-samrat ki jai ho !" She announced, her voice filled with urgency, "Hastinapur ke Maharaj Dhritrashtra, Mahamahim Bhishm aur Mahamantri Vidur, Ujjain padhaare hai."

The news sent a ripple of surprise through the court. Hastinapur, the capital of the Kurus, was a formidable power. Their arrival was unexpected and could signify a change in the political landscape.

"Hume unka swagat karna chahiye." Dilip said.

The ministers nodded in agreement. They knew that the arrival of guests from Hastinapur was a significant event. It was a chance to demonstrate the power and prestige of the Haiheya dynasty. Dilip stood up and left the courtroom, his steps firm and purposeful. Hemant and the other ministers followed closely behind, their faces filled with anticipation.

They stood at the palace doors, waiting for the arrival of the chariots. The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden glow over the courtyard. The air was still and quiet, broken only by the distant sound of hooves on the cobblestones.

Three grand chariots, each pulled by a team of powerful horses, rolled into the courtyard. A retinue of guards on horseback followed, their armor glinting in the setting sun.

At the forefront was a white chariot, drawn by a team of snow-white horses. A banner, emblazoned with the image of a banyan tree, fluttered proudly in the breeze. This was the chariot of Bhishma, the venerable guardian of Hastinapur.

As the chariot came to a halt, Bhishma descended, his figure tall and imposing. He was dressed entirely in white, his clothes and ornaments shimmering in the golden light. Indeed, he looked every inch the son of Ganga. His presence filled the courtyard with a sense of reverence and awe.

Behind Bhishma, the blind king Dhritrashtra emerged from the chariot, supported by his loyal charioteer, Sanjay. Dhritrashtra's face was etched with the lines of age and experience, but his eyes, though sightless, held a keen intelligence.

Following Dhritrashtra was Vidur, the wise and virtuous counselor. His presence seemed to illuminate the courtyard, as if he were bathed in the radiance of his own dharma. His wisdom and integrity were renowned throughout the land.

As the three descended the stairs, they came face to face with Dilip. The two great forces, representatives of the two most powerful dynasties in the land, exchanged respectful greetings.

"Ujjain mei aapka swagat hai." Dilip said, his voice warm and inviting, "Yadi aapne apne aane ki suchna di hoti, toh hum aapka bhavya swagat karte."

Bhishma smiled. "Hum adhik ki apeksha karke nahi aaye hai, Maharaj. Hume keval aapki Rajkumari, jise sampurn Aryavart 'Akhand Maharani' keh raha hai, uske darshan karne hai."

Dilip's eyes widened slightly. He had not expected the Kuru elders to be so interested in meeting his daughter. However his smile faltered slightly. Aarvi had been adamant about not letting further visitors meet their child. He knew that she would not be pleased if he allowed the Kuru elders to meet Krishneshwari.

The Kurus looked at him expectantly, their faces etched with eagerness. Dilip chuckled to ease the tension.

"Pehle padhariye toh sahi." he said, "Avanti ke atithya ko swikare."

The Kurus nodded, their eyes filled with gratitude. Dilip gestured to the servant, indicating that they should lead the Kurus to the guest mansion. The servants bowed and began to escort the guests, their footsteps echoing through the courtyard.

As the Kurus disappeared from sight, Dilip leaned in towards Hemant, his voice barely audible above the din of the palace.

"Jaa ke Maharani se kaho ki Kuru aaye hai, Rajkumari se milne." He said.

Hemant's eyes widened. He knew that delivering this news to Aarvi was like entering the den of a lioness. The queen had been adamant about protecting her daughter from visitors, and he could only imagine her reaction.

"Thik hai..." Hemant replied, his voice filled with a mix of dread and resignation, "Jaisa aap kahe..."

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A/N

Awle sab Aarvi se bhayebhit hai 😂