-- FEW MONTHS LATER --

Deep within the heart of an ancient forest, a sinister gathering was taking place. It was a place of shadows and secrets, a refuge for a race that despised the gods – the Asuras. The air was thick with the scent of decay and malice, they convened in a hidden clearing.

The remnants of the once-mighty Asura clan gathered, their hearts burning with a hatred that had been passed down through generations. They had not forgotten the day their fathers, brothers, and kin had fallen at the hands of the divine Krishna. And now, they sought vengeance.

"Hume abhi aakraman karna chahiye !" Kambuk roared, his voice echoing through the trees. "Amarsri ne apne astitva ko bhula diya hai. Ab woh ek saadharan manushya hai."

Mayantak, however, remained calm. "Dhairya rakho, Kambuk. Yeh satya hai ki use kuch smaran nahi, kintu hai toh Narayan aur Mahadev ki hi putri. Hum nahi jaante uski shaktiyo aur kshamtao ke vishaye mei kuch bhi."

"Satyavachan." Arishtak nodded in agreement, "Bina shatru ke vishaye mei jaane, aakraman karna murkhta hai. Yadi bina soche-samjhe yudh karenge, toh kya pata apna hi naash kar baithe."

"Tum maatra ek abodh baalika se bhayebhit ho gaye ?" Kambuk scoffed.

Mayantak raised a hand, silencing Kambuk. "Bhayebhit nahi, ise satark rehna kehte hai. Bhulo mat, Krishna bhi keval ek abodh balak hi tha, jab usne Shakatasur, Putna aur Trinavart ka vadh kar diya tha."

"Aur jiska vadh hum karna chaah rahe hai, woh uss hi Krishna ki ishvari shakti ka ansh hai." Arishtak said.

Kambuk's face was flushed with anger as he stared at them. He disagreed with the decision to wait and observe, but he knew that arguing further would be pointless. Mayantak was the leader, and for now, he would follow his orders.

The other Asuras exchanged glances. They knew that Mayantak and Arishtak were wise and experienced beings. Perhaps they both were right. Perhaps they should wait and observe before taking action.

But deep down, a burning desire for revenge fueled their every thought. They yearned to see Krishna suffer, just as they had suffered. The decision was a difficult one, but in the end, they agreed to follow Mayantak's lead. For now, they would watch and wait.
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The sun painted the sky with hues of gold and pink as it crested over Hastinapur. A gentle breeze carried the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers, filling the air with a sense of tranquility. The capital city of Nagasaharya was alive with the energy of its inhabitants.

In the royal palace, the absence of the young princes, who had departed for the Gurukul, had created an unusual quietude. Still the grounds were bustling with activity. Soldiers practiced their martial arts, their rhythmic movements creating a symphony of steel. The maids and servants worked tirelessly, going about their day and serving their masters.

Bhishm walked through the bustling corridors of the palace. His steps were measured and deliberate, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a keen gaze. The grandsire eventually reached a chamber, its doors adorned with intricate carvings. He pushed them open and entered the room, where Dhritarashtra and Vidur were seated on ornate seats.

Dhritrashtra, the blind king of Hastinapur, sat hunched over his ornate throne. Beside him, Vidur, the wise counselor, sat on the seat befitting his stature as the Mahamantri.

As Bhishm entered the chamber, his familiar footsteps echoing softly on the polished floor, both Dhritarashtra and Vidur stood up in respect.

"Pranaam Taatshree." They both greeted him.

The son of Ganga raised his hands and blessed them both, "Ayushman bhava."

Bhishm took his seat beside Dhritrashtra, his ornate chair seeming to glow with a soft, ethereal light.

His voice, deep and resonant, carried a note of intrigue as he addressed his nephews, "Kuch hi mahino mei, Avanti ke Raj-tantra mei bade bade parivartan aaye hai."

"Ji Taat. Mujhe bhi iski suchna mili hai. Ab Avanti ke Maharaj, Jayasen nahi unke chhote bhai Dilipsen hai." Dhritrashtra leaned forward, his curiosity piqued.

Vidur said, "Aur Haiheyo ki Rajdhaani, Mahishmati nahi Ujjain ho chuki hai."

Bhishm nodded, "Guptacharo ke anusaar yeh sab unki Rajkumari Krishneshwari ke janm ke baad huya hai."

Dhritrashtra's eyebrows raised, "Ek abodh baalika ke janm se Rajtantra mei aise parivartan ?"

"Jab Rajkumari swayam Akhand Maharani ho, toh parivartan toh ana hi hai." Vidur smiled knowingly.

Dhritrashtra chuckled, "Aryavart mei devi-devtao ka janm toh ab ek saadharan si ghatna ho gayi hai."

Bhishm raised a brow and said, "Kintu unke janm ka udeshya saadharan nahi hoga, vats."

A sense of anticipation filled the room. The elders knew that the birth of gods, especially that of this mysterious princess could have far-reaching consequences for the world.

"Aryavart ke sabhi Raja, Maharaja aur Samrat, dur dur se Ujjain ke dwaar aise khiche chale jaa rahe hai jaise patanga Jyoti ki oor, keval uss Rajkumari ke darshan hetu." Vidur said, his voice filled with wonder.

Bhishma nodded. "Yadi woh Rajkumari satya mei Akhand Maharani hai, toh hum Kuruo ko unhe naman karne jana chahiye."

Dhritrashtra pondered the implications of their words. If the princess truly was the queen of all kings, then it would be wise to visit her. By paying their respects to the newborn princess, the Kurus could not only strengthen their alliance with the Haiheyas but perhaps even secure future favors.

"Yeh sarvottam rahega." Dhritrashtra finally said.

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Ha ha.... Future favours will definitely be bestowed on Kurus.... When she establishes Dharmraj Yudhishthir as their King 👁️👁️✨