The morning sun cast long shadows across the royal chambers. King Dilip stood before his vanity mirror, his reflection a picture of regal strength and vitality. Today was a day for hunting, a much-needed respite from the burdens of the kingdom.

As he prepared to leave, a sense of anticipation filled him. The thrill of the hunt, the thrill of the chase, was something he always looked forward to. He donned a quiver of arrows, each one a masterpiece of craftsmanship. His fingers were protected by sturdy guards, ensuring a firm grip on his bow.

Queen Aarvi sat at her ornate desk, a sea of scrolls and parchments spread before her. The weight of the kingdom rested on her shoulders, but she bore it with grace and intelligence. Today, with Dilip going on a hunting expedition, she would take charge of the kingdom's affairs completely.

Her fingers traced the intricate script of a document, her mind absorbing the complex details of governance.Her mind, however, was not fully engaged in the task at hand. A sense of concern lingered in her heart. Krishneshwari, the once vibrant and curious child seemed confused, her eyes often distant and lost.

Aarvi wondered if there was something troubling her daughter, something that she was not sharing. She hoped that Krishneshwari would confide in her, but the princess had become increasingly withdrawn. Aarvi wondered if the constant attention and expectations were overwhelming her young mind. Her constant encounters with kings and emperors, each seeking her blessings, seemed to have taken a toll on her.

Aarvi looked up from her work and said to her husband, "Aryaputra, Krishneshwari ke chaaro vedo ka adhyayan ek maas mei hi sampann kar diya hai."

"Jaanta hu." Dilip smiled as he met her gaze, his eyes filled with pride, "Humari putri ki buddhimata bhayavaye hai."

"Ya fir uska man vyathit hai." She mused, her expression thoughtful.

Dilip's brow furrowed. "Tatparya ?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

"Aaj kal Krishneshwari khoyi si lagti hai, jaise koi baat hai jo use sata rahi hai. Pata nahi uske man mei kya chal raha hai. Vedo ka adhyayan itne shigreh kar lena..... Mujhe toh lagta hai ki use kisi vastu ka uttar chahiye, jo use mil nahi raha." Aarvi explained.

"Humari kanya sadharan nahi hai, Shubhey." Dilip replied, his voice filled with conviction. "Uske man mei jo chal raha hai, mujhe nahi lagta ki hum jaise sadharan manushya use samajh paayenge."

Aarvi nodded, her heart heavy. "Jaanti hu. Kintu uski aisi dasha mujhse dekhi nahi jaati. Kaash hum uske man ko shaanti de paate." She sighed.

A moment of silence passed between them. Then Aarvi suggested, "Arya, kyu na aap Krishneshwari ko aakhet mei le jaaye apne saath ? Kadachit van mei vihaar kar use accha lagega."

"Yeh uchit rahega." Dilip smiled. Perhaps a chance to escape the confines of the palace and experience the thrill of the wild, might help to clear her mind for a bit.

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The dense ancient forest, away from human civilization, was cloaked in an eerie silence, broken only by the rustle of leaves and the occasional cry of a night bird. Here, in this secluded realm, a gathering of darkness was taking place.

Arishtak and Mayantak stood before a vast army of their kind. Their eyes gleamed with a sinister intensity, their faces etched with a determination that bordered on obsession.

Over the years, they had tirelessly worked to unite the scattered Asura clans, promising them revenge against Vishnu, the preserver of the universe. Their words had ignited a fire of hatred in the hearts of the Asuras, and now, an army of darkness was ready to rise.

"Saathiyo, hum Krishna ko parajit nahi kar sakte kintu," Mayantak, his voice low and menacing, addressed the assembled Asuras. "Hum uski putri ka vadh awashya kar sakte hai. Yeh sabse bada pratishod hoga."

A roar of agreement erupted from the crowd, their weapons raised high, their forms twisted and grotesque. They were ready to unleash their fury upon the world.

"Ujjain ke liye prasthaan karo !" Arishtak commanded, his voice echoing through the forest. "Aur naash kardo uss Krishneshwari ka, jo Krishna ki ishvari shaktiyo ka pratik hai ! Naash kardo uska, jaise uske Pita ne humare pita aur bhratao ka naash kiya hai !"

"KRISHNESHWARI KA ANNT ! KRISHNESHWARI KA ANNT !" With a blood-curdling cry, the Asura army surged forward, their eyes filled with a burning desire for vengeance.

The Asura army, a formidable force of darkness, began its march. Some vanished into thin air. Others mounted grotesque, demonic stallions, their eyes glowing with malice. Still others took to the skies, their wings flapping with a menacing power.

Mayantak and Arishtak watched as their army disappeared into the horizon. They were filled with a sense of hope and anticipation. This was the moment they had been waiting for, the moment to strike back at the gods, to take revenge from Krishna for killing their brethren.

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