Golden light bathed the grand room, casting a warm glow on the young princess, Krishneshwari. She was seated on a plush diwan, placed by a large balcony that offered a breathtaking view of the city of Ujjain. Lost in the pages of the Atharvaveda, Krishneshwari delved into the ancient wisdom, her mind absorbing the sacred knowledge. She was a curious child, her intellect far beyond her years.

The morning sun illuminated her form, highlighting the intricate patterns of her golden antariya, which reached above her knees. Her uncovered torso was adorned with exquisite jewels, each piece a testament to the wealth and power of the Haiheya dynasty.

Putting aside the sacred text, Krishneshwari called out for her sakhi, "Hemangi !"

Soon, the young girl, a year or two older than Krishneshwari, entered the room. "Ji Rajkumari ?"

"Maine Atharvaveda ka sampurn adhyayan kar liya hai." The princess said simply, as she handed her friend the manuscripts.

"Itne shigreh ?!" Hemangi's jaw dropped. She knew how extensive the Vedas were, how years of dedicated study were required to master them. Yet, Krishneshwari had completed them in just a month.

She delved into the Rig Veda, the Yajur Veda, the Sama Veda, and the Atharva Veda, each one a treasure trove of spiritual knowledge. And just like that, she had finished. The Vedas, which had taken sages and scholars lifetimes to master, had been conquered by a young girl in the span of a mere month. It was a feat that defied explanation.

But to Krishneshwari, it was merely a task completed. She couldn't fathom the magnitude of her achievement. To her, the Vedas were as natural as the air she breathed, as familiar as the sunlight that kissed her skin.

She had delved into the Vedas not just out of curiosity, but with a deeper purpose. She sought answers to the questions that had been plaguing her since she was a child. Who was she ? And why were people so reverent towards her ? The Vedas, with their profound wisdom and ancient knowledge, seemed to hold the answers. She had hoped to find a clue, a hint, a sign.

She read about the creation of the universe, the nature of existence, the power of the divine. She learned about the intricate rituals, the sacred mantras, and the profound philosophies that had shaped the civilization.

Hemangi, curious about her friend's thoughts, asked, "Kya aapko uttar mile ?"

Krishneshwari paused, her eyes distant. "Mile kintu samajh nahi aaye." she replied, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

"Tatparya ?" Hemangi was puzzled.

Krishneshwari sighed. "Ved kehte hai ki Paramatma ek hai, aur woh sab mei hai aur sab usme. Mai, tum, ped, pakshi, pashu, adi sab uss hi Paramatma ke ansh hai. Sadharan shabhdo mei kahu toh, hum hi parabrahm hai, kintu maya ke prabhaav se hume yeh gyaath nahi hota."

Hemangi asked, "Toh kaise gyaath hota hai ?"

"Jab Maya ko hum spasht roop se jaan lete hai, jab Maya ke pare hum dekh paate hai. Jab hume swayam ke aatma ka darshan hota hai." Krishneshwari said.

A look of disappointment crossed Krishneshwari's face as she turned and walked back into her room. Hemangi, sensing her friend's distress, followed her.

Krishneshwari said, "Jab tak aatmadarshan nahi hota, yeh sab kehne sunne ki baate hai. Iska arth koi nahi samajh paayega."

The room, once filled with the glow of knowledge, now seemed shrouded in a somber silence. Krishneshwari sat on the edge of her bed, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon.

Krishneshwari turned to Hemangi, her eyes filled with a sense of confusion. "Sab mere samaksh aise jhukte hai, jaise mere andar kuch divyata hai jisko woh dekh paa rahe hai. Kintu mai hi uss divyata se anabhigya hu."

She paused, her gaze drifting towards the window. "Na jaane kaun hu mai.... Na jaane kya dikhta hai sabko mujhme.... Pata nahi kyu sab meri oor aise dekhte hai jaise badi aas lagaye baithe ho."

Hemangi listened patiently, her heart aching for her friend. She knew that Krishneshwari was searching for answers, for a deeper understanding of herself and the world around her. But little did they both know that sometimes, the answers to life's greatest questions remain elusive, even for the most intelligent minds, they reveal themselves when the time is right.

Hemangi tried to lighten the mood, "Mere anusaar aapko iss baare mei itna nahi sochna chahiye, Rajkumari. Aur bhi vastuye hai jeevan mei."

Krishneshwari looked at her friend, her large, heterochromic eyes filled with uncertainty. One eye, a deep shade of red, and the other a warm tawny brown, seemed to reflect the complexities of her thoughts.

"Accha, aapne 4 Ved toh padh liye. Ab kaunsa granth padhna chaahengi ?" Hemangi asked, trying to steer the conversation.

Krishneshwari shrugged. "Pata nahi." she replied, her voice devoid of enthusiasm. "Tum koi sujhaav dedo."

Hemangi thought for a moment. "Rajniti kaisi rahegi ?"

"Rajniti ?" Krishneshwari raised a brow.

Hemangi nodded, "Aap Rajkumari hai, iss rajya ki Putrika hai. Rajniti toh aapko padhni hi chahiye."

Hemangi took Krishneshwari's hand and led her outside. The palace grounds were a riot of colors, with vibrant flowers blooming everywhere. As they walked, the delicate anklets on their feet jingled, creating a soothing melody.

As they ventured further, they came across a different part of the palace. Here, the atmosphere was more bustling. Servants, maids, and palace officials scurried about, their faces etched with a mixture of respect and awe as they bowed before the young princess.

Krishneshwari acknowledged their greetings with a polite nod, her eyes scanning the bustling scene. She always found herself being curious about the lives of the people who served her family. She often wondered about their dreams, their aspirations, their joys, and their sorrows.

Hemangi led Krishneshwari to a grand room, its walls lined with shelves that stretched from floor to ceiling. The room was filled with the scent of old paper and ink, a testament to the countless stories and histories it held. A few scholars and officials were busy organizing manuscripts of several texts, their faces lit up with excitement as they caught sight of the young princess. They bowed low, paying their respects to their future ruler.

As they ventured deeper into the library, Hemangi told Krishneshwari, "Pitashree ne kaha tha ki iss vishwa ka samast Rajnaitik gyaan ek pustak mei likha huya hai, jiska naam hai Surajya Samhita." She whispered, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Krishneshwari's eyes widened with interest. "Surajya Samhita ?"

"Ha. Aapke Pita-Maharaj ne usi granth ko padh ke, Ujjain ko punah sthaapit kiya. Aur aaj ek sadharan Raja se woh Avanti ke samrat ban gaye." Hemangi smiled.

At the far end of the library, on a high pedestal, rested a weathered tome, its pages seemed lakhs of years old. It was the very text that Hemangi had spoken of. Krishneshwari's eyes were drawn to the ancient text. As she gazed upon it, a strange sensation washed over her. It felt as if the book was calling out to her.

"Rameshwari dwara rachit Surajya Samhita...." Krishneshwari read, as she reached out and touched the worn cover.

A sense of wonder filled her heart. Rameshwari, the name resonated with her, evoking a feeling of familiarity.

"Yeh Shri Ram ki putri Rameshwari dwara rachit asli granth hai." Hemangi explained, her voice filled with reverence. "Jo Kosal-naresh ne Maharaj ko bhet kiya tha."

Krishneshwari's eyes widened in astonishment. She couldn't believe that she was beholding a script written by Rameshwari herself. With trembling hands, she picked up the ancient text. A wave of excitement coursed through her veins. She had heard tales of Rameshwari, the legendary warrior princess, the conqueror. It was said that every kingdom had a statue of her, a symbol of strength, power and guidance.

As she turned the pages, a sense of familiarity washed over her. It was as if she had read these words before, as if they were a part of her soul.

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A/N

Our girl just finished the Vedas in a month without any guidance-💀✅
Bhayavaye buddhi for a reason 💯

Also.... Rameshwari avatar now feels like a lifetime ago, but also feels like yesterday ❤️