"Yadi tum Dwarkadhish nhi, toh humein tumse koi karya nahi. Atah, tum jaa sakte ho... iss sansaar ko chhodkar", said the voice, holding a sinister tint.

Hobi tightened his fist on the sword, but he knew that his opponent is not a human, and the sword will, most probably, be of no use. So, he thought of using his brains.

"Kaayar prateet hote hain aap, shriman. Iss prakaar chhup kar waar karenge? Lajja nahi aayegi aapko?", said Hobi.

The voice laughed, as if knowing his intentions. "Jab bina shastra uthaye hi vijayshri mera varan karne ko tatpar hai, toh mai shastra kyu uthayun, Rajkumar.", asked the voice, and although not visible, Hobi can feel 'it' smirking.

"Vijay ka toh pata nahi Shriman, kintu Shri keval apne Hari ka hi varan karegi.", said a familiar voice, chuckling, much to Hobi's relief.

"Shri Krishna !!", he exclaimed.

"Shri Krishna, kripya aap ye batane ka kasht karein, ki Kya aap hi Dwarka ke Maharaj hain?, the voice asked.

"Dwarka ke Maharaj? Aap uss Gwaale ki Prateeksha kyu kar rahe hain?", asked Kanha.

"Arthat tum bhi Dwarkadhish nahi.", the voice huffed. "Toh kaal ka graas hone ke liye sajj ho jaao, Murkh balako'n", said the voice.

"Kshama karein Shriman, kintu, murkh toh mujhe aap prateet hote hain. Aur rahi baat kaal ki, toh Mahakaal ke pujari ko kaal se kaisa bhay.", Kanha asked, smirking.

The mysterious hand which was holding Hobi's hand, left it and reached for Kanha... but looks like Mayapati was in the mood of playing with the Mayavi. He jumped down from his horse, and started running, escaping from the hand, everytime it tries to hold him. Slowly, the darkness started disappearing. Slowly, the light was reappearing, and that was when Hobi saw a black horse, his bloodshot eyes following Kanha's figure continuously, and then, a knife pierced his body. Hobi turned towards Kanha to find him smirking, the hand was nowhere in view. 

"Kiski prateeksha kar rahe ho, Hobi. Uss ashwa ka vadh karo.", said Kanha.

"Huh... Haan.", said hobi, and soon pierced the horse's body with a sword, killing him in an instant.

The horse's body was soon replaced by a beautiful lady. Her wounds were healed, and she was looking as beautiful as ever. She was dressed in an ascetic's cloth, her long hairs tied in a bun with the help of Rudraksh beads.

She bowed down, touching the lotus feet of Kanha. He smiled and kept his hand on her head, blessing her.

"Mai Rishika hu, Dwarkadhish. Bhoolvash Bramharishi Vashishth ki tapasya bhang karne ke kaaran mujhe anant kaal tak  Mayavi ashwa ban'ne ka shraap mila, Kintu mere prarthna karne par  unhone iss shraap ki awadhi tay kar di. Dhanya hain Bramharishi, jinka shraap bhi mere liye vardaan ban gaya.", said Rishika.

"Vardaan? Voh kaise, Devi?", asked Hobi, his mind still processing Rishika's words.

That's when Rishika stood up, and her eyes met his. 

"Dwarkadhish ke darshan praapt karna kisi vardaan se kam toh nahi hai, rajkumar?", she said.

He hummed, still not understanding.

"Kintu aapke shraap ka tod kya tha, Rajkumari?", he asked.

"Dwarkadhish Shri Krishna ke sanrakshan mein jab koi yoddha mere sagun Ashwa roop ka vadh karega, tab mujhe iss shraap se mukti milegi, aisa kaha tha Bramharishi Vashishth ne.", she told him.

"Ohh !", said Hobi.

Kanha was watching their interaction, with the usual charm and playfulness floating in his eyes.

"Hey Prabhu, Kripya mujhe apna sannidhya pradaan karne ki kripa karein.", said Rishika.

"Awashya putri.", said Shri Krishna.

Hobi rode back on his horse, while Rishika joined Dwarkadhish on his chariot.

Hi guys.

 I came across a few pictures recently, which actually made me think how good the boys will look in Indian traditional dresses.

Like seriously !!

Now, I really wish they try these dresses at least once✨