Sunlight filtered through the vibrant foliage of the royal garden, casting playful patterns on the ground. Queen Sunaina sat gracefully on an ornate seat, her delicate hands cradling the tiny form of Krishneshwari. The babe cooed softly, her wide eyes sparkling with curiosity as Sunaina gently tickled her chin. The sweet sound of laughter filled the air as Sunaina playfully swayed the baby, eliciting gurgles of delight.

Prithvik, eager to bond with the little one, reached out, but Sunaina playfully swatted his hand away, a mischievous grin lighting up her face. His brows furrowed in playful frustration as he glanced at his sister, Aarvi, who sat beside their mother with a twinkle in her eye. She chuckled softly, enjoying the banter between mother and son, her laughter mingling with the rustling leaves.

From a distance, King Dilip and King Shekhar observed the warm exchange, their proud smiles reflecting the joy of family.

Shekhar broke the momentary silence, his voice a blend of nostalgia and regret. "Hume aur pehle ana chahiye tha."

"Kyu nahi aaye aap ?" Dilip raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued.

Shekhar sighed, his gaze drifting to Sunaina’s tender interaction with Krishneshwari, "Krodh."

"Kis baat ka ?" Dilip questioned, seeking clarity.

"Aapke rajya chhodne ke nirnaye par." Shekhar continued, his tone heavy. "Jab suchna mili ki aap Yuvraj-pad chhod, vanvas hetu jaa rahe hai toh atyant krodhit huya tha mai. Ki yadi vanvas hi lena tha toh meri putri se vivah kyu kiya... Van ka kasht meri kanya ko kyu sehna pada... Krodh Aarvi par bhi aya ki woh humare paas kyu nahi aayi..."

Pausing for a moment, Shekhar looked at Dilip, "Aapne jab Ujjain ko punah sthaapit kiya, toh mera krodh thoda shaant huya. Kintu hum fir bhi dukhi the, ki aap dono ne humse ek baar bhi sahayata nahi maangi. Kya hum mana kar dete ? Itna bhi vishvas nahi tha aapko ?"

"Aisa nahi hai, Pitashree, ki hume aap par vishvas nahi tha." Dilip said, "Niyati hum dono ki pariksha le rahi thi, aise mei kisi anya se sahayata maangna mujhe aur Aarvi ko upyukt nahi laga."

Shekhar kept a hand over Dilip's shoulders, in a softened voice he spoke, "Prithvik ne bhi yahi kaha tha, ki aap atyant swabhimaani hai, sahayata humse kya, kisi se nahi maangenge."

"Toh aapke krodh ka annt kaise huya ?" Dilip asked.

Shekhar smiled sadly, "Kehte hai ki putri se priya dauhitri hoti hai. Bas, jab se Krishneshwari ke janm ki baat suni hai, humare krodh ka annt ho gaya. Hum swayam ko rok nahi paaye."

Dilip’s eyes sparkled with a warmth that only a father could understand. Krishneshwari was indeed special, a bridge between past grievances and future hopes.
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The atmosphere of Mahishmati was vibrant and bustling, a testament to the flourishing Avanti kingdom under the enlightened rule of Jayasen and Dilipsen. The air was filled with the sounds of lively markets, where merchants hawked their wares—silks, spices, and gleaming jewels. Streets were adorned with colorful banners, and citizens moved with a sense of purpose and pride, their faces illuminated by the glow of prosperity.

However, inside a dimly lit chamber of the royal palace of Mahishmati, there was a lingering air of tension. Shadows danced across the walls as Vinda reclined on the ornate bed, a glass of deep red wine swirling in his hand. He gazed toward the ceiling, thoughts clouded by jealousy and frustration. Beside him, Anuvinda sat rigidly in a high-backed chair, his foot tapping nervously against the polished floor, the rhythm a stark contrast to the silence that enveloped them.

"Ek abodh balika ke karan, samast Avanti ka Rajtantra palat gaya...." Vinda said finally, his voice low and deliberate.

Anuvinda’s brow furrowed as he leaned forward, his foot still shaking with anxious energy. "Aryavart mei aisa koi Rajkul nahi, jisne Krishneshwari ke aage mastak na jhukaya ho.... Aise toh... Aise toh Chachashree Chakravarti bhi ban sakte hai."

"Woh Chakravarti bane ya na bane, Avanti par keval humara adhikaar hai. Koi toh maarg hona chahiye..." Vinda murmured, eyes gleaming with a mix of desperation and ambition.

He then turned to his brother, "Yadi hum Krishneshwari ko-" "Vichaar bhi mat karna." Anuvinda interrupted, his tone sharp.

The younger prince said, "Woh ek devi hai. Uske virudh jaane ke liye hume shaanti se banayi gayi yojna chahiye, aavesh mei ki gayi bhul nahi."

Silence fell again, heavy with unspoken thoughts. Anuvinda’s mind raced through possibilities, while Vinda sipped his wine, contemplating alliances, betrayals, and the flickering hope of regaining their power.

Outside, the kingdom thrummed with the fervor of change, but within these four walls, the seeds of ambition whispered, promising that the game was not yet over. The tension in the room thickened, as both brothers contemplated their fading chances to reclaim the throne that once felt their birthright.

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