Krishneshwari sat at her ornate desk, intricately carved from dark mahogany. The walls, adorned with vibrant frescoes depicting the celestial dance of the gods, seemed to echo the wisdom contained within the ancient text sprawled before her—the Surajya Samhita.

As her delicate fingers traced the finely inked script, she marveled at the eloquence and depth of the insights on governance, penned by the legendary princess of Ayodhya. Each line resonated with a profound understanding of dharma, justice, and the burdens of leadership, as if the very essence of good rulership seeped from the pages.

The irony hung thick in the air; here she was, a princess striving to embody the principles of righteous rule, yet oblivious to the fact that she was the very same author she revered. The teachings she absorbed daily, the ideals she aspired to uphold, were echoes of her own forgotten spirit, beckoning her toward a destiny intertwined with the fate of her kingdom.

Just then, her chief handmaiden and dear friend, Hemangi, entered the room, her face alight with excitement. "Rajkumari ! Aaj bhi koi Raja-Maharaja nahi aye hai !" she exclaimed, the joy evident in her voice.

For a moment, Krishneshwari's heart fluttered with surprise before a smile broke across her face. In recent weeks, the royal palace had been quieter, the throngs of kings less frequent. The past three days had been particularly quiet, and the absence of kings felt like a weight lifted from her shoulders. And today, the absence of visitors brought her a strange sense of relief. Krishneshwari leaned back in her ornate chair, allowing a sigh to escape her lips.

"Aaj kal sabhi shashak vyast hai lagta hai." Krishneshwari said, her voice laced with curiosity.

Hemangi replied, "Kyuki adhiktar Raja, Maharaja, aur Rajkumar Dronacharya ke ashram gaye hai. Unke shishya banne."

"Dronacharya ka ashram ?" She echoed thoughtfully. "Yeh wahi Gurukul hai na, jaha Kuru-kumar Arjun shiksha grahan karte hai ? Aur jaha Bhrata Vinda aur Anuvinda gaye hai ?"

"Ji Rajkumari." Hemangi confirmed, nodding eagerly.

The air felt lighter, unburdened by the weight of expectation. Krishneshwari smiled at the thought that the kings would have the opportunity to refine their skills and strategies, rather than merely seeking her blessings.

Krishneshwari returned to the pages of the Surajya Samhita, the golden sunlight filtering through her chamber's intricately carved window, casting delicate patterns on the floor. Her fingers traced the ancient text, a sense of familiarity enveloping her, as if she were rediscovering a long-lost part of herself.

Hemangi observed the princess with a blend of admiration and curiosity. The way Krishneshwari immersed herself in the text was almost otherworldly; it was as though she were tethered to the words, each sentence pulling her deeper into themselves. In that moment, the burdens of her identity faded, leaving only the quest for understanding, drawing her into a future where she might reclaim her forgotten legacy.

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The once vibrant Asura stronghold was now shrouded in a pall of gloom. Arishtak, his face contorted with rage, paced back and forth, his mind consumed by the failure of their mission. The mighty Asura army, which he had spent years building, had been annihilated.

Mayantak, seated on an ornate desk, his expression was one of confusion and disbelief, stared out the window. He couldn't fathom how such a powerful army could be wiped out so easily.

"Samajh nahi aa raha ki yeh uss Vishnu ka karya hai ya fir Srinav ka." he muttered, his voice filled with disbelief.

"Jiska bhi karya ho, usse antar nahi padta !" Arishtak growled, his voice echoing through the silent chamber. "Woh kanya abhi tak surakshit hai.... Uska jeevit rehna humare samarthya par kataksh hai."

His frustration was growing each passing moment. First, Kambuk, then Chhayavritti, and now the army of Asuras – all had failed miserably. None of them had been competent enough to take down a mere girl.

"Ab mai swayam jaayunga." Arishtak declared, his voice filled with a dangerous resolve. "Uska annt mere haatho hoga !"

Mayantak, alarmed by his friend's impulsive decision, tried to dissuade him. "Murkhta hogi yeh !"

But Arishtak was adamant. He had failed too many times, and he would not let any other opportunity slip away. "Hum apne Bhratao, Pitao aur mitro ki hatya ko vyarth jaane nahi de sakte ! Pratishodh lena hoga ! Aur shigreh lena hoga ! Tabhi humare svajano ki aatmao ko shaanti milegi."

Mayantak sighed, knowing that there was no dissuading Arishtak. His friend had made up his mind, and he was determined to carry out his plan, no matter the cost. Little did the son of Arishtasur know that the divine force that protected the princess was far more powerful than he could ever imagine.

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A/N

Pyaare Mayantak, Narayan ho ya Srinav, tum waise bhi parajit nahi kar sakte toh kya point hai itna dimaag daudane ka ?

Sidha Lado Maro khatam karo baat ko-💀✅