After Ganesha left, Narayani got busy cleaning little bits of sweets he had spilled.

And Narayan, he couldn't take his eyes off her. How could he when she was so enchanting?
Everyone called him the charmer but she was the one who could charm the charmer himself.

He slid his arms around her waist and pulled her so that she rested her head on his shoulder.
" It always makes me so happy to see you like this my Chanchala," he said in his loving voice. " You know the time for my descent on earth is near. I will miss you so much"

His Sri giggled and said,
"Swami, we will not be separated for long. I too will have to descend after some years"

" That is a relief. I will take birth as the son of Devaki and Vasudev but will be fostered by Nand and Yashoda following the Akashwani to end the evil rule of Kansa. Who will you be my dear Chanchala?"

His Sri smiled." You will have to find out, won't you?

Narayan pouted in response.

"At least tell me this, will you remember everything or will you choose to forget your memories?"

" Swami, Dwapar yug is more evil than Treta yug. It will be more dangerous and you will be in your transcendental form. This time I want to be there for you, in your joy as well as in your pain. This time your Chanchala will not let you feel her absence. I will not remember you in the initial years but will regain my memories after an event."

"After which event Sri?" A curious Narayan asked her.

" After you make me fall in love with you once more. " Lakshmi's eyes glittered with happiness when she said this.

"And what if I fail to reignite that spark?" Narayan teased his tone light, eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Then perhaps, I might find myself charmed by another." His Chanchala, always a stride ahead, responded with a sly grin.

Narayan stilled. The mischievous glint faded from his eyes.

He tightened his embrace, a protective, possessive love resonating in his voice. "I would like to see who dares."

Lakshmi grinned into his chest. She loved it when he gets all possessive.

Lakshmi laughed softly, pressing closer into his chest, her laughter vibrating against his heart.

"My Narayan, there is none but you for me. Your Priya Chanchala belongs with her Narayan, in this life and every life beyond. There can be no other."

They lingered in their embrace, savoring the bittersweet moments before the inevitable parting. All too soon, Narayan felt the pull of his earthly duties.

It's time, priye." He murmured reluctantly.

She raised her head, looking into his eyes,and caressed his cheek lovingly. She knew it was inevitable.

"Don't make me wait for long, Priya Chanchale."

He said his final words and left for earth leaving divine golden sprinkles behind.

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In the stillness of a starlit night, in the ancient land of Mathura, the air itself seemed to hold its breath as the moment of his divine arrival approached.

The Yamuna River whispered secrets of the impending miracle, and the entire universe paused in anticipation.

In the oppressive confines of a dark prison cell, where the air was heavy with despair, the gentle Queen Devaki, radiant with divine light, gave birth to her eighth child.

This was no ordinary birth; it was the descent of the divine into the mortal realm.

The chains that bound his parents fell away, the guards slipped into a deep slumber, and the doors of the prison mysteriously opened, as if nature itself conspired to welcome the divine.

The newborn, with skin the color of a dark monsoon cloud and eyes like lotus petals, radiated a light that illuminated the cell.

His celestial beauty was not of this world; it was a glimpse of the divine, a vision of purity and innocence that could soften the hardest of hearts.

"Devaki, look at him. He is our hope, our light in this darkness," he whispered, his voice filled with awe and reverence.

"He is more than that, Arya He is the savior, the one who will end Kansa's tyranny." Devaki, brimming with tears of joy and fear, replied,

With a heart both heavy and exultant, Vasudeva embarked on a perilous journey to save Krishna from the clutches of the tyrant King Kansa, who sought to end the child's life. 

The night, aware of its sacred charge, seemed to stand still. The rain fell gently, and the Yamuna parted to make way, as Vasudeva crossed over to the safety of Gokul.

In the humble abode of Nanda and Yashoda, Krishna's earthly journey began, nestled in the love and warmth of a simple cowherd family. His birth was to be a beacon of hope, a promise of dharma restored, and a testament to the enduring power of love and faith.

As Vasudeva placed the divine child in the crib beside Yashoda, he felt a profound peace settle over him. "Sleep well, little one. The world awaits your miracles," he murmured, his heart heavy with the sorrow of leaving his son but filled with hope for the future.

Back in Mathura, as dawn broke, Kansa was restless in his palace. He sensed something was amiss. His dreams had been haunted by visions of his demise at the hands of Devaki's child.

 "Find the child!" he roared to his guards. "Scour every corner of the kingdom. He must not live!"

Little did Kansa know, the divine plan was already in motion. The wheels of fate had been set, and nothing could alter the course of destiny. The stage was set for a story of love, courage, and the ultimate triumph of good over evil.

Meanwhile, in the celestial realms, Lakshmi watched over the infant Krishna with a mother's tender love. "I will be there soon, Swami. Together, we will restore balance and spread the message of love and devotion," she whispered to the stars.

As the universe watched in anticipation, the story of Krishna, the divine child who would grow into the beloved hero of Vrindavan and the slayer of Kansa, began. His laughter would bring joy, his mischief would teach lessons, and his flute would enchant the hearts of all who heard it.

But for now, he was just a baby, sleeping peacefully in the arms of Yashoda. The journey had just begun, and the world was about to witness the most enchanting of divine plays.

In Krishna's birth, the divine touched the earth, bringing with it the light of compassion and the melody of celestial bliss.

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