The royal arena of Ujjain was a hive of activity. Men and women, young and old, had gathered from all corners of the kingdom to witness a momentous occasion – the naming ceremony of the princess. The crowd, a sea of vibrant colors and eager faces, pressed forward, their eyes scanning the royal palace for a glimpse of the princess.

Nobles and commoners alike had come from far and wide to be a part of this historic event. Their eyes were filled with a mixture of curiosity and reverence as they waited for the princess to appear.

Some of the people had traveled for days to reach Ujjain. They had heard stories of the princess's beauty and the extraordinary circumstances of her birth. Their minds were filled with images of a divine child, destined to lead everyone to an era of greatness.

A grand podium had been erected in the center of the arena, adorned with colorful banners and garlands. The air was filled with the sound of excited chatter and the sweet scent of flowers.

As the moments ticked by, the crowd grew restless. They had been waiting for so long, and their impatience was beginning to show. Some of the people began to murmur amongst themselves, their voices filled with a mixture of excitement and frustration.

Finally the royal family arrived in the arena. At the head of the procession was Maharaj Dilip, holding his precious daughter close to his heart. A grand, ornate umbrella was held aloft over him by a trusted servant, providing shade from the warm sun. Beside Dilip walked Maharani Aarvi, her face radiant with joy and pride.

Behind the king and queen, a retinue of soldiers marched in formation, their armor gleaming in the sunlight. The sight of the royal procession filled the crowd with awe and reverence. Brahmanas, their voices chanting sacred mantras, walked alongside the procession, purifying the air and ensuring a favorable atmosphere for the ceremony. The Sutas recited hymns from the Rigveda, their voices carrying across the arena.

Overseeing the entire proceedings was Kulguru Vedamurti, the wise and respected spiritual guide of the Haiheya dynasty. His presence assured the crowd that the ceremony would be conducted with the utmost sanctity and tradition.

As Dilip and Aarvi approached the podium, the crowd erupted into cheers. They had finally seen the princess, and she was even more adorable than the last time they saw her. The princess seemed to be unaware of the commotion around her. She lay peacefully in her father's arms, her tiny hands clutching his fingers.

Dilip and Aarvi took their places on the podium, sitting opposite Kulguru Vedamurti. The wise guru, his face etched with concentration, picked up a parchment. With a steady hand, he began to write auspicious mantras.
The crowd watched in silence, their eyes fixed on the guru's every move.

Vedamurti looked at Dilip, in a gentle voice, he asked, "Janm tithi ?"

"Akshay-tritiya ki Brahmamuhurat ka prakatya hai." Dilip said, his eyes sparkling with pride.

Vedamurti nodded, his eyes filled with a knowing glint. He began to draw intricate diagrams on the parchment, his hand moving with practiced ease.

"Nakshatra ?" He further asked.

Dilip smilingly replied, "Rohini."

As the kulguru meticulously constructed the princess's kundali, Dilip and Aarvi watched with a mixture of anticipation and reverence. Their hearts raced with excitement as they waited for the astrological verdict. As Vedamurti worked, a sense of anticipation filled the air. Everyone was eager to know what the stars had in store for the young princess.

Meanwhile, the little princess, lying peacefully on Dilip's lap, seemed oblivious to the commotion around her. Her eyes darted around the vibrant decorations of the podium, taking in the sights and sounds with a sense of wonder.

Kulguru Vedamurti finally raised his parchment, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. He had finished constructing the princess's kundali, and the results were nothing short of extraordinary.

"Gajkesari yog bana hai." He announced, his voice filled with joy.

The crowd erupted into cheers, their voices echoing through the arena. Dilip and Aarvi exchanged delighted glances.

Vedamurti continued to speak, his voice filled with enthusiasm, "Lamba jeevan, sabhi prakar se sukh se sampann. Yash, kirti aur samman iske charan chumenge. Aatmabal, buddhi aur yukti se yeh kanya Aryavart ke suryodaye ka karan banegi."

The crowd listened in rapt attention, their hearts filled with hope. The princess was their future, and they believed in her wholeheartedly. As Kulguru finished his prediction, a sense of optimism filled the air. The future of Avanti looked brighter than ever before.

Dilip and Aarvi exchanged proud smiles as they looked down at their daughter. The little princess, oblivious to the excitement around her, was lost in her own world. She fiddled with her tiny hands, her eyes wide with wonder as if she had just discovered her fingers.

"Kundali ke anusaar," Vedamurti told, "Kanya ka naam 'ka' akshar se hona chahiye."

Dilip and Aarvi exchanged glances. They had been discussing names for their daughter for weeks, but nothing seemed to capture her essence perfectly. They knew that the princess's name would be remembered for generations to come. It had to be a name that reflected her divine nature and her extraordinary potential.

Just as they were struggling to find the perfect name, a booming voice spoke up. "Krishneshwari."

Dilip and Aarvi turned to the side, their eyes drawn to a young but dwarf Brahman who was approaching them, with a wooden umbrella. There was an aura of divinity around him, and his voice carried a sense of authority. His eyes were filled with a knowing glint, as if he had been expecting this moment.

"Krishneshwari," he repeated, his voice firm and unwavering, "Yeh naame aapki Rajkumari hetu shobhniya hai."

Dilip and Aarvi exchanged a look of wonder. The name Krishneshwari resonated with them, and they felt a sense of peace and contentment. It was the perfect name for their daughter.

Dilip, his eyes wide with curiosity, asked the Brahman, "Vamandev, aapne toh humari putri ko kadachit iss vishwa ka sabse anokha naam diya hai. Kripiya apna parichaye de."

Vaman smiled serenely, his eyes filled with a knowing light, "Mai Rishi Kashyap ke gotra se hu. Yu toh saare naam mere hi hai, kintu ab aapne mujhe Vaman bulaya hai toh yahi sahi."

Dilip and Aarvi exchanged confused glances. His appearance was a stark contrast to aura emitting from him. He looked so ordinary, so human, yet at the same time it was as if he were a paradox, a mortal with divine origins.

As they gazed back at the Brahman, their eyes widened in disbelief. He was gone, vanished without a trace. The crowd seemed bewildered, their faces a mix of confusion and wonder.

"Batayiye Rajan," Kulguru Vedamurti's voice brought them to their senses, "Kya naam denge aap apni putri ko ?"

Dilip and Aarvi exchanged glances, their minds still reeling from the mysterious disappearance of the Brahman. They looked at the kulguru and then at the crowd, searching for answers. It seemed as if no one else had seen the Brahman. How could it be ? Had they truly imagined the Brahman ? Or was he a messenger from the divine, sent to guide them in their choice of a name ? The memory of him was fading, like a dream that slips away upon waking.

Finally, Dilip spoke. "Rajkumari ka naam hoga, Krishneshwari." he said, his voice firm and unwavering.

The name echoed through the arena, carried by the wind. The announcers, standing beside the podium, repeated the name loudly, ensuring that every citizen could hear, "KRISHNESHWARI !"

The crowd erupted into cheers, their voices filled with joy and excitement. "Krishneshwari! Krishneshwari!" they chanted, their hearts filled with hope for the future.

The baby squirmed, a tiny smile playing on her lips. It was as if she were responding to her name, as if she understood the significance of the moment. She was Krishneshwari, bestowed with the weight of destiny.

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A/N

Krishneshwari (कृष्णेश्वरी) - Made from the words Krishna and Ishvari, meaning Krishna ki ishvari shakti, the divine power of Krishna, or rather an essence of his power ✨

Also, *ticks Vamandev's name* 🌝✨
And I know you're bewildered Dilip, as to where he went.... lekin shukar manao Rajan, woh bina daan-dakshina liye gaye hai-*coughs*

NOTE - Now I'll update on 18th October, because of my exams 🌝✨