A tremor ran through Bharatvarsh, subtle yet profound, like the first whisper of a coming storm. From the snow-kissed peaks of the Himalayas to the sun-baked plains of the south, a single name echoed, a name that ignited hope, fear, and reverence in equal measure.

"Haiheya-kul mei Akhand Maharani ka janm huya !"

"Harihareshwari ka avataran huya hai !"

Sages, their minds usually lost in cosmic equations, found themselves gazing at the sky, seeking signs and portents. It was as if the very constellations had rearranged themselves to herald her arrival. The earth trembled, not in fear, but in joy. Her birth was not merely an event; it was a cosmic declaration.

Though her presence was a benediction, a whisper of divinity in human form, there was an ache. The ache of a curse. A curse to forget her own self. It was as if the sun had chosen to eclipse itself, hiding its radiance behind a mortal veil.

However for the Asuras, this was a dawn of hope. In the dimly lit chambers of a palace far from the civilization of humans, those treacherous beings gathered, their eyes gleaming with malice and determination. They knew that to avenge the deaths of their fathers, brothers and friends at the hands of Krishna, they must eliminate this incarnation of the goddess, who was his celestial daughter.

As they discussed their plan to kill the goddess, their voices rose in a cacophony of dark intentions. Some suggested using dark magic, while others spoke of marshaling their armies for an all-out assault on the palace.

But they knew they couldn't afford to underestimate a being with such celestial powers, even if she had forgotten her true self. After much deliberation, they decided on a cautious approach.

As the Asuras schemed to end the goddess's life, across the realm in Mathura, a different energy pervaded. Balram burst into Krishna's room like a whirlwind, his face etched with excitement, that was almost tangible.

"Krishna !" He exclaimed, his voice filled with awe, "Uska avataran ho chuka hai !"

Krishna looked at his elder brother with a serene smile, "Jaanta hu."

"Hume Ujjain hetu prasthan karna chahiye. Mujhe usse milna hai !" Balram said with a hopeful glint in his eyes.

Krishna's smile faltered, a flicker of sadness crossing his face. He shifted his gaze and said, "Mai nahi jaa sakta.... Shraap ke karan woh mera mukh nahi dekh sakti."

Balram's excitement was dampened as he remembered the words of the curse. As his eyes filled with sorrow, Krishna approached him with a gentle smile that radiated reassurance.

Placing a comforting hand on Balram's shoulder, Krishna spoke softly, "Dukhi hone ki awashyakta nahi hai, Dau. Shraap kshanik hai, kintu uska aur mera rishta sanatan hai aur rahega."

"Pata hai." Balram managed a bittersweet smile, "Kintu mujhe tumhare liye dukh ho raha hai. Putri toh woh tumhari hai, aur tum hi uska mukh nahi dekh sakte."

But Krishna's eyes twinkled with a knowing light as he playfully remarked, "Meri chinta karne ki awashyakta nahi hai, dau..... Woh kya hai na, shraap ke karan woh 'Krishna' se nahi mil sakti."

"Tatparya ?" Balram's eyebrows shot up.

The lord's smile widened, "Tatparya woh mere iss roop ko nahi dekh sakti. Kintu adikaal se na jaane maine kitne roop dharan kiye hai, kitne naamo se jana gaya hu. Ginne baithe toh janmo nikal jaaye."

Balram's eyes widened in astonishment. His mouth gaped slightly, as the words of his brother sunk in. A wave of relief washed over him, and a joyous laugh burst from his lips. He clapped Krishna on the back, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Tum chatur natkhat chhaliye !" he exclaimed, grinning widely, "Maine soch bhi kaise liye ki koi bhi shraap tumhe rok sakta hai !"

Krishna returned Balram's laughter, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

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Narayan finding loopholes since time immemorial 🤣✨

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