As the first rays of dawn crept into the opulent chamber, a soft golden light enveloped Krishneshwari, falling upon her sleeping form. The air was fragrant with the scent of blooming flowers, mingling with the sweet whispers of the morning breeze. She lay peacefully in her luxurious bed, draped in silks that shimmered like the early sun, their hues of deep blue and rich purple reflecting her noble lineage.

Her dark skin glowed with a golden sheen. Long, wavy locks cascaded like a waterfall over her shoulders, framing her delicate face. Her features were a blend of innocence and emerging grace, with full, inviting lips that hinted at her blossoming womanhood. The soft light kissed her bare torso, highlighting the gentle curves that marked her transition from girlhood to the cusp of maturity.

As the first chirps of birds heralded the day, the sound of rustling silk announced the arrival of her maids. They entered with reverence, their eyes filled with admiration at the sight of their sleeping princess.

Some knelt before her, their heads bowed in respect, waiting for her to awaken and grace them with her presence. Meanwhile, others moved gracefully towards the washroom, preparing her bath with warm water infused with fragrant oils and petals.

As the first golden rays of dawn broke through the ornate window, they danced across her serene face. Krishneshwari stirred, her limbs stretching like a blossoming lotus in the sun. With a soft sigh, she stretched her arms above her head, her delicate fingers reaching for the sky, as if embracing the new day. As Krishneshwari blinked awake, her heterochromic eyes sparkled like twin stars, reflecting innocence.

The maids, kneeling in quiet reverence, watched as she transitioned from the realm of dreams to the waking world. The luxurious silk sheets slipped down her torso, revealing her unadorned skin to the gentle morning breeze. As Krishneshwari finally settled into the present, a radiant smile blossomed on her lips.

But then, a sudden unease gripped her. She pushed back the silken sheets, a frown etching her brow as she looked down, her heart racing. What she discovered sent a jolt through her. The silken fabric of her garments was stained, a deep crimson that marked her transition into womanhood. Blood had trickled down her thighs, a vivid signal of her first menses.

The maids, having noticed the change, exchanged glances of surprise and delight. Their faces lit up with joy at this milestone in the young princess's life.

"Pratham Rajaswala !"

"Devi maa ki kripa !"

"Shigreh Maharani ko bulao !"

"Utsav ki taiyaariya karo !"

Some rushed to summon the queen, their hurried footsteps echoing against the marble floors. Others hurried to prepare warm water and soft linens, eager to attend to the princess’s needs with utmost care.

A few elder maids, gently approached Krishneshwari, their hands outstretched. "Uthiye Rajkumari." they cooed, their voices tender and soothing.

With graceful care, they helped her to her feet, but as she turned back, her eyes fell upon the stained sheets. A rush of embarrassment flooded her cheeks, contrasting with her golden complexion.

"Lajja ki awashyakta nahi hai, Rajkumari." An elder maid said, her voice soothing as she held Krishneshwari's arm, "Yeh toh ati-shubh hai."

Another elder maid nodded, with a soft smile she said, "Rajaswala toh Indradev ka vardaan hai, hum streeyo ko."

Just then, Queen Aarvi rushed in, her heart racing with both urgency and joy. The sight that greeted her was bittersweet; her little princess, Krishneshwari, now standing at the threshold of womanhood. The maids had stepped back, allowing the queen to approach her daughter, their faces reflecting a mixture of pride and reverence.

"Oh putri..." Aarvi said, her voice trembling slightly with emotion. She came before the Krishneshwari, her eyes shimmering with love and understanding. She cupped her daughter's cheeks in her warm hands. 

Krishneshwari gazed up, her eyes shimmering like stars, a mix of confusion and excitement dancing within them. With a tender kiss on her forehead, Aarvi felt a surge of maternal pride.

Turning to the gathered maids, Aarvi’s expression shifted to one of authority.

"Rajkumari ko purn vishram mile, aur vishram mei koi badha na ho." she declared, her voice steady. "Praja mei naye vastra baate jaaye, aur agle saptah ek bhagya utsav ki taiyaari ki jaaye."

The maids exchanged glances, nodding fervently, their joy palpable. With a maternal gaze, she turned her attention back to Krishneshwari, her eyes filled with love and understanding.

"Aao Krishneshwari." She said softly, leading her to the washroom.
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In the heart of a dense, shadowy forest, the air hung thick with an eerie stillness. Gnarled trees twisted toward the heavens like ancient sentinels. A soft, ethereal glow illuminated the meditative figure of Mayantak, whose ambitions had spiraled into a relentless killings of several Asuras.

Seated beneath a twisted tree, Mayantak’s brow furrowed in concentration, his mind weaving through the tapestry of failed schemes that had cost the lives of his kin. Each breath he took resonated with the rhythm of nature, as he sought to channel the most potent illusory powers. Determination coursed through him, igniting his resolve to harness greater power.

Suddenly, a presence filled the clearing, serene yet formidable. The air shimmered, and Guru Shukracharya came before him. Clad in robes as dark as the night sky, his eyes glowed with wisdom and ancient knowledge.

"Mayantak." His voice echoed, rich and resonant.

Mayantak opened his eyes, the darkness retreating as he beheld his Guru. In reverence, he bowed deeply, touching his forehead to the ground. "Pranaam acharya."

"Pranaam kar rahe ho, kintu tumhe mai koi ashish nahi de sakta." Shukracharya said.

Mayantak frowned, "Kyu Guruvar ?"

"Kyuki jis path par tum agrasar ho, waha mrityu me sivaaye tumhe kuch nahi milega." Shukracharya said.

But the Asur, fueled by vengeance and ambition, shook his head defiantly. "Yadi mai iss pratishodh ki Agni ko bujha du, toh mai kalankit ho jaayunga, acharya."

Shukracharya studied him, disappointment etched across his aged face. "Krishneshwari ki raksha swayam Narayan kar rahe hai. Yugo se hum unse ladte aa rahe hai, kintu woh Vishnu se kabhi hume vijay praapt nahi huyi. Aur kadachit unse hum vijay ho bhi nahi sakte."

"Ab Vishnu ho ya Mahadev, mai piche nahi hatunga." But Mayantak's heart thundered with a darker fervor. "Apne mitro ke balidaan ko vyarth mei nahi jaane de sakta. Krishneshwari ka vadh karna, ab mera udeshya nahi uttardaitwa hai."

With that, he closed his eyes once more, plunging deeper into his meditative trance, determined to harness the dark energies swirling around him. Shukracharya sighed, a heavy sound that resonated with dismay.

"Aur yaha mujhe laga ki tum chatur hoge." He murmured, shaking his head. The sage turned, fading into the shadows, leaving Mayantak to his desires and the inevitable consequences that loomed ominously in the distance.

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A/N

KRISHNESHWARI HAS GOTTEN HER FIRST PERIOD 🥰✨

Chalo sailors batao, what will you give to Krishneshwari ?

Also, if anyone is wondering how are periods a blessing from Indradev, well Indra said that if we women bleed on his behalf (because he incurred a sin of Brahmahatya during the war against Vritra), then we won't need to perform any penance for punya, and it will cleanse our bodies, make us shudh every month. Men need to perform long and hard austerities to become shudh, women only need to go through their monthly menses.

Also this is why, women are more sensitive to subtle energies, while men need years of penance to sense these energies.

So hence menses are considered a blessing from Indra.
(Devraj is a total 'girl's girl' U.U )