Tears welled up in her eyes as she cried out, "PITASHREE !"

Suddenly, a deafening roar shook the very ground beneath them. The Asuras, startled by the unexpected noise, halted their advance. A wave of fear washed over them, their blood running cold. The roar was unlike anything they had ever heard before, a sound that spoke of immense power and fury.

The Asuras looked towards Krishneshwari with eyes wide with fear, while she frowned, feeling a presence behind her. Suddenly two massive, mace-like arms, a deep shade of red, adorned with shimmering armlets and bracelets, had appeared on either side of her, like a protective barrier.

A shiver ran down Krishneshwari's spine as she felt a powerful presence looming over her. Slowly, she raised her head, and saw a fearsome deity, with the head of a boar and the body of a powerful warrior, stood hovering over her protectively, his furious gaze fixed on the menacing Asuras. It was a sight that could fill anyone with dread.

He was none other than Varahdev. His form, both majestic and fearsome. His red eyes, filled with divine wrath, scanned the faces of his enemies, each one a target for his divine fury. The sight of Varahdev, with his immense power and terrifying visage, was rather intimidating to the already afraid girl.

"PICHE HATO." A low growl rumbled from his throat, a warning to the creatures of darkness.

The Asuras, though terrified, were driven by a relentless thirst for vengeance. They screamed and shouted, their voices echoing through the forest, and charged towards them. Then, Varahdev roared, a sound that shook the very foundations of the earth. It was a roar that echoed through the heavens, a sound that silenced the Asuras.

Krishneshwari, overwhelmed by the intensity of the divine power, closed her eyes and covered her ears. Tears streamed down her face. The frequency of the sound was so intense, so powerful, that the Asuras disintegrated into nothingness, their bodies reduced to dust.

When the roar subsided, Krishneshwari slowly opened her eyes. The Asuras were gone, vanished into thin air. Krishneshwari, her heart still pounding, looked up at Varahdev. She had never imagined that such a terrifying display of force could exist. When his gaze fell upon her, she recoiled slightly, her fear still lingering.

Varahdev, sensing her apprehension, tilted his head. He extended his hand towards her, a gentle invitation. Krishneshwari hesitated, her eyes darting between his hand and his face.
The lord, noticing her hesitation, seemed puzzled. He thought perhaps it might be due to the dirt on his hands. He wiped his hand on his resplendent yellow dhoti.

Krishneshwari, however, frowned. The pristine garment, a symbol of divine purity, was now soiled. Such a beautiful fabric, ruined by the mud, and he seemed unbothered by it. Varahdev extended his hand once more. This time Krishneshwari, sensing his kindness and compassion, reached out and placed her hand in his.

As their hands touched, a warm, comforting sensation spread through her body. It was a feeling of peace and protection, a feeling that she had never experienced before.

He gently pulled her to her feet, his touch surprisingly tender. Then he lifted her up, his touch as soft as a feather, and carried her away from the muddy bank. He placed her gently on the dry ground, his eyes filled with warmth and understanding.

Krishneshwari continued to stare at Varahdev, her eyes wide with wonder. She had never seen such a powerful and compassionate being. As he knelt before her, his divine form towering over her, she felt a sense of reverence and awe.

He gently took the pristine angvastra and began to wipe the mud from her face. Krishneshwari flinched slightly at first, but she couldn't deny the comfort she felt.

He then proceeded to clean the mud from her arms, hands, and clothes, his movements deliberate and careful. With each touch, Krishneshwari felt a sense of peace and serenity. The immaculate angvastra of his, was now stained with mud. But Varahdev seemed oblivious to the dirt, his focus solely on cleaning the little one.

Krishneshwari looked down at her arms, the scratches and bruises that had marred her skin were gone. A gasp escaped her lips as she stared at her clean, unblemished skin. She turned to look at Varahdev, her eyes wide with astonishment.

"Dhanyawad...." She muttered.

He simply smiled, his eyes filled with knowing kindness, and patted her head, a gesture of affection and reassurance.

"KRISHNESHWARI ! KRISHNESHWARI !"

Suddenly, the sound of hooves echoed through the forest, breaking the silence. Krishneshwari turned to see her father, Dilip, riding towards her, accompanied by a group of guards and Hemant. Relief washed over her as she saw her father's familiar face.

As Dilip approached, he dismounted his horse and rushed to his daughter. He embraced her tightly, his eyes scanning her body for any injuries. "Tum thik ho putri ? Hume iss disha se bhayavaye svar sunayi de rahe the." he said, his voice filled with concern.

"H-Ha Pitashree..." Krishneshwari nodded, her voice still trembling. "Unhone meri-" She turned to look back at the spot where Varahdev had stood, but he was gone, vanished without a trace.

A frown creased her brow, he was right here a moment ago.

"Kya huya Krishneshwari ?" Dilip asked, a look of worry etched on his face.

Krishneshwari hesitated, unsure of how to explain what had just happened. She didn't want to worry her father with tales of Asuras and divine beings.

"Kuch nahi Pitashree." She replied, a forced smile on her face. "Woh murkh ashwa mujhe chhod ke bhaag gaya !"

Dilip sighed, relieved that his daughter was safe. But he couldn't help but worry. He picked her up and placed her on his horse, mounting behind her and securing her with his arms.

"Chalo ghar chale." he said, his voice gentle.

As they rode through the forest, Krishneshwari couldn't shake the feeling that something extraordinary had happened. The memory of Varahdev's benevolent gaze lingered in her mind, a source of comfort and inspiration.

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SHO SWEET 😍✨

*Puts a tick on Varahdev's name* 🌝✅

Asuro sudhar jaao.... Kyuki agle jo aayenge unke saamne tumhari 6 ki 36 ho jaayegi 😀