61. Mirror Images
"He has arrived?" Devashree repeated, her voice brimming with excitement, her earlier thoughts cast aside.
She sprang to her feet, her movements quick and light. She hurried to the mirror table; her hands trembled slightly with excitement as she reached for the kaajal.
After securing the clasp of her necklace, her fingers brushed lightly over the stones, feeling the cool touch of the gems. Her mind fluttered back to the moments Krishna had spent tracing similar paths over her jewelry, his fingers lingering, his eyes alight with affection.
She pinned the pallu securely, arranging it with a flourish over her shoulder, the fabric cascading beautifully down her back.
"Maharani quickly, or else Dwarkadhish will have to wait for the aarti."
Devashree laughed softly at the dasi's gentle teasing, her excitement building even more.
With a swift, appreciative glance at her reflection, she admired the way the soft curls bounced lightly around her shoulders. Krishna had once whispered that this style reminded him of the playful waves of the Yamuna at dusk, and ever since, it had become her favorite way to wear her hair for special occasions.
"Yes, let us not keep the Lord waiting," she replied with a playful glint in her eye, her spirit lifting with every step as she moved towards the palace doors.
She hurried toward the entrance, her heart was practically bouncing with excitement. She was about to burst with the big news, and she couldn't wait to see Krishna's face light up when she told him.
With each step towards the palace gates, excitement grew. She could barely keep the joy from radiating through her smile.
"Okay, how should I do this?" She wondered to herself, grinning at the thought.
Oh, I might just blurt everything out in excitement!!
No, no Deva, patience! Have some patience.
Maybe I could drop little hints, watch his brows furrow in concentration, and see his eyes light up as he slowly pieces it together.
Or I could wait until the aarti is over, and share the news over a quiet dinner... No, that's too long to wait!"
Whatever, get ready, Swami, your world is about to change in the most beautiful way possible.
Meanwhile, Krishna arrived at the gates of the palace, and as he stepped down from his chariot, a smile played at the corners of his lips as he absorbed the welcoming sight of home.
The air around him vibrated with the chants and cheers of the people. "Krishna, Krishna!" they called joyously.
Mata Devaki and Mata Rohini, both awaited him at the steps of the palace.
Their faces lit up with joy as they saw Krishna approach, their arms wide open to embrace their son.
As Krishna reached them, he bowed respectfully, then enveloped each in a tender, loving hug.
"Krishna, putr, your return fills this palace with light," Mata Devaki said, her voice thick with emotion as she held her son's face between her palms, examining him as if to assure herself of his well-being.
"And you have been greatly missed" added Mata Rohini, her eyes glistening with tears of joy.
Krishna smiled, his heart full at the sight of his mother's happiness. "It is always my greatest joy to return home to you both," he replied, his voice carrying a melodious warmth that resonated in the hearts of all present.
From the corner of his eye, Krishna standing with Mata Devaki and Mata Rohini noticed the approaching figure of Devashree.
Filled with an uncontrollable excitement to share the joyous news with Krishna, she approached rapidly. Her steps were light yet swift, her saree fluttering gracefully with each stride, and her face alight with the glow of impending motherhood and the love she held for Krishna.
As he turned to see who was coming with such haste, his breath caught in his throat.
His composure faltered .
The flute slipped from his fingers, clattering loudly as it hit the ground.
The sudden noise caused him to startle, and in his flustered state, he lost his balance.
His knees buckled, and he found himself falling to the ground, landing awkwardly on his knees right in front of everyone.
Exquisite!
Who is this apsara..looks so ravishing!! Absolutely stunning.
Aha ha ha The sway of her hips, the curve of her neck, how delectable she appears.
"Krishna, my child, are you alright?" Mata Devaki exclaimed, her voice filled with worry as she knelt beside him, her hands reaching out to gently touch his face.
Krishna blinked, momentarily disoriented, "I... I am fine, Mata," he assured them, his voice slightly breathless as he struggled to regain his composure.
"Swami!" Devashree exclaimed, her voice laced with worry. She quickly closed the remaining distance to help him, her earlier excitement momentarily replaced by concern for her husband's well-being.
Swami? I didn't know Krishna had such a ravishing wife. So fortunate of him-no no, so fortunate of me.
Yess...this apsara is rightfully mine, meant only for the arms of the true Vasudeva.
The eyes of everyone around him were fixed on Devashree as she hurried forward with a mix of concern and surprise.
This Devashree belongs to me.
What is the point of having so many wives when they don't have such beauty.....
So concerned for me, she cares for me- this means she recognizes who I truly am, The true Vasudeva...
"I am fine, my dear," he said, managing to mimic Krishna's calming tone, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of something else-greed and madness tinged with desire.
As Devashree finally met Krishna's gaze, her eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and concern.
She searched his gaze, trying to decipher the emotions swirling within those deep, soulful eyes.
There was something different, something unfamiliar in his expression, a flicker of intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.
She had known Krishna for so long, had looked into his eyes countless times, but this time was different.
The eyes that usually sparkled with mischief and affection now seemed to hold a greedy gleam, an intensity that was too sharp, too invasive. It was as though he was seeing not her, but through her, as if she were merely a means to an end.
"Krishna, are you truly alright?" Devashree asked
"Yes, Devashree, just a bit unsteady on my feet today," he replied, his voice trying to carry the usual lightheartedness, but it fell flat, almost rehearsed.
"You seem different today, is there anything troubling you?" She inquired, her voice laced with worry. Her intuition rang alarm bells inside her head.
"It's nothing to worry about, Devashree. Just the weariness from the journey," he reassured her, but his tone lacked the genuine warmth she was accustomed to.
"Devashree, my dear, would you mind assisting Revati for a while?" Devaki asked with a warm, maternal tone. "She could use some help with the preparations for the upcoming festival."
Grateful for a reason to step away, Devashree nodded, her face brightening a bit with relief. "Of course, Mata. I will go to her right away," she responded
Watching her leave, he cursed under his breath, his focus sharply on the departing figure of Devashree.
At that moment, Satyaki, approached him with matters of the state. "My Lord Krishna, there are urgent matters that require your counsel," Satyaki began, unaware of the internal storm raging within the man he believed to be Krishna.
He, however, was hardly in a mood to discuss state affairs. His mind was clouded with thoughts of Devashree, and his irritation at being diverted was palpable.
"Not now, Satyaki," he snapped, his tone harsher than intended. "We will discuss this later. Ensure everything is prepared for the council tomorrow."
Taken aback by the curt dismissal and the uncharacteristic edge to Krishna's voice, Satyaki hesitated, his brow furrowing in confusion. Such behavior was unlike Krishna, who usually addressed even the most stressful matters with calm and wisdom.
"Yes, my Lord," Satyaki replied.
******
As Devashree made her way down the corridor, her mind was still occupied with thoughts of Krishna's unusual behavior.
Each step she took away from him felt like a relief, giving her a moment to gather her thoughts and calm her troubled heart.
However, her respite was short-lived as her hand was grabbed abruptly.
"What are you doing, Krishna?"
Krishna, she says! The audacity.....Beautiful she might be, but she seems to be lacking in brains.
I am God, The Paramatma, Vasudev Krishna. Didn't she know to address me respectfully? It seems I will have to teach her myself.
He flashed her a smile, which came off as forced and unnatural.
Gripping Devashree's hand tighter than she was comfortable with, he leaned in closer, his voice a soft but unnerving whisper.
"It has been too long since I have been close to you, my dear," he said, trying to infuse his words with affection. His smile, however, did not reach his eyes, which flickered with a possessive gleam that betrayed his inner turmoil.
Taken by the intensity of his gaze and the unfamiliarity of his touch she felt a cold shiver run down her spine. His presence was so alien and made her uneasy. The warmth and safety she always felt with Krishna were absent; in their place was a creeping dread that something was terribly wrong.
"Krishna," she began tentatively, her voice quivering slightly under the strain of her growing anxiety. "You seem different. Are you sure you're alright?" Her eyes searched his for any sign of the man she loved, but the cold, calculating stare that met hers only increased her unease.
He released her hand slowly.
He straightened up, maintaining the charade, his mind racing for a way to regain control of the situation. "I apologize if I seem a bit off, my journey was taxing, and seeing you has rejuvenated my spirits more than you can know," he explained, his tone measured, but still lacking the genuine warmth that would have reassured Devashree.
Despite his explanation, Devashree couldn't shake off the feeling of dread about him.
Something was wrong. Something off about him.
His mannerisms, the tone of his voice, even the way he looked at her-everything felt rehearsed, as if he was playing a part rather than being himself.
"I... I think I should check on Revati, Jiji," she stammered, eager to escape his presence and collect her thoughts. "She might need my help with the festival preparations," she added, using her earlier task as a valid excuse to put some distance between them.
He nodded, his fake smile lingering as he watched her hurry away. "Of course Devashree. We will talk later," he called after her, his voice smooth but carrying an undercurrent of frustration.
As Devashree's figure disappeared around the corner, the façade briefly dropped from his face, revealing a flash of anger and desperation.
So disrespectful towards her husband. Didn't she know that he was God? No worries, he will teach her tonight.
*******
At night Devashree was arranging the freshly washed linens when she heard the door open softly behind her.
Turning around, she saw Krishna entering the room.
She had been so happy in the morning to tell him about the news.But now she wasn't so sure about him.
Before she could say anything, he began to speak. "Devashree, we need to discuss the preparations for the upcoming festival."
Devashree.
Here it was again.
It was the ninth time in the day he had taken her full name, and each instance had chipped away her calm. He had never done that during their private conversations and would always call her Shree.
Devashree nodded slowly, her mind racing as she clutched the linens a little tighter. "Yes, of course," she replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside as he continued his plans.
Enough. It was time to confront the unsettling change in him directly. There was one definitive way to confirm her suspicions.
"Krishna," she interjected, her voice cutting through the flow of his logistical plans. He stopped, looking at her with a hint of surprise at her interruption.
Devashree took a deep breath. "There's something else I need to tell you, something important."
She watched his face carefully, her eyes searching for the slightest hint of genuine emotion.
"I'm pregnant," she said simply, the words hanging in the air between them, heavy with meaning.
He felt a jolt of annoyance at her words, though he masked it with a strained smile. Inside, his thoughts churned with cynicism and disdain.
He scoffed in his mind. I have heard this too many times to care, woman. Should I tell you how many children I have sired? Must I feign delight each time such mundane news is shared? How tedious.What is she expecting? Oh yes!
"Oh, that's absolutely wonderful, my queen, an Heir! You have giving this kingdom an heir!
Devashree felt a cold wave of realization wash over her.
The man before her wore Krishna's face, spoke with his voice, but the heart behind those eyes was not her Krishna's.
Devashree managed a small, tight smile, her mind racing with the implications of her discovery. "Yes, it will be a joyous occasion for us all," she said, keeping her voice calm and composed.
Her heart ached with the strangeness of the situation, the pain of speaking such momentous news to someone who looked like her Krishna but was clearly someone else.
This person, whoever he was, was not just an imposter in her personal life but a threat to the entire kingdom if he was pretending to be Krishna. She needed allies, proof, and a plan.
"Krishna," she continued, testing him further, "remember when we talked about how we would decorate the nursery? You had so many creative ideas." She watched him carefully, looking for any sign of recognition or the easy conversation they once shared about future dreams.
He hesitated, his expression faltering for a moment as he searched for the right response. "Ah, yes, of course," he replied, but his uncertainty was evident. "We will make it beautiful," he added, but the lack of specific details was telling.
Devashree nodded, her suspicions confirmed, but she masked her turmoil with a practiced ease. "I'll let you get back to your plans for the festival," she said, moving towards the door. "We can discuss this later."
A hand stopped her from going.
"It has been too long since we've been close, Devashree," he said, his voice low and disturbingly insistent. "We should spend some time together, just the two of us."
His words sent a chill down her spine.
Every fiber of her being recoiled at his suggestion as felt a surge of panic and revulsion, but she knew she had to keep her composure.
"Krishna," she addressed him by the name he claimed, her voice steady but cold, "I appreciate your feelings, but I am quite tired tonight. Perhaps another time."
She tried to pull her hand gently from his grasp, signaling her desire to end the conversation and leave. However, his hold didn't waver, his fingers tightening around her wrist as he leaned closer, a disturbing determination in his eyes.
"Devashree," he insisted, misreading or perhaps ignoring her discomfort, "surely we can spare a few moments. After all, we are husband and wife."
"I need to go, I have work to do Krishna .....Revti jiji needs me."
"I really must insist," he continued, stepping closer, his demeanor unyielding.
"But Krishna, didn't you yourself insist that after the birth of your nephew, I must devote all my time to assisting Revati Jiji?" she said, her voice steady despite the pounding of her heart as she made up the excuse. "We both agreed that supporting her through her first months of motherhood was our priority."
She watched him carefully, gauging his reaction to her fabricated reminder. His grip faltered momentarily, his eyes flickering with confusion.
"Yes, of course," he stammered, slightly releasing his hold but still not fully letting go. "You are right, Devashree. I did say that. Your dedication to family duties is one of the things I cherish most about you."
Seizing the opportunity presented by his momentary lapse, Devashree gently but firmly withdrew her hand from his grasp. "I must go to her now, if you'll excuse me. She might need my help with the baby," she added, reinforcing her earlier statement and providing herself a reason to leave immediately.
"Of course," he replied, still slightly off balance. "We can talk later."
Devashree quickly exited the room, now sure of her fears.
This man was not Krishna.
But then, where was He? Where are you Swami?
Meanwhile, back in the chamber, Paundrak stood frozen for a moment, watching the door close behind Devashree. His face twisted into a scowl as a stream of curses spilled from his lips. His expression twisted into a snarl of frustration and rage, his eyes burning with a dangerous intensity.
"Damn her!" he hissed venomously, his voice dripping with malice. "She thinks she can outwit me, deceive me with her feeble excuses? No, I will not be denied what is rightfully mine."
His mind seethed with twisted desires and vengeful thoughts. He had planned to have Devashree that night, to satisfy his own lustful desires under the guise of her husband's identity. But her cunning evasion had thwarted his plans, and now his fury knew no bounds.
"I wanted to have her tonight, for some fun," he thought bitterly, his mind swirling with malevolent intentions.
He paced the room like a caged animal, his fists clenched in impotent rage. His mind raced with schemes of how to assert his dominance over Devashree, how to bend her to his will and make her pay for defying him.
"She will learn to obey me," he growled to himself, his voice low and menacing. "And when I'm done with her, she will beg for my mercy."
He walked to a mirror, staring at his reflection with a twisted grin. "I'm the true lord of this palace," he whispered to his image, his eyes gleaming with madness. "I am Vasudev Krishna! How dare she disobey me?."
He stopped abruptly, his gaze fixing on a portrait of Krishna and Devashree hanging on the wall.
With a sneer, he approached it, tracing Devashree's painted face with a finger.
"You think you are clever, my dear? You believe you can play games with me?" he whispered, his voice dripping with venom. "I am not just a man to be toyed with. I am a god among men, the true Vasudeva reborn, and you will worship me as such."
Paundrak's laughter was harsh and unhinged as he turned away from the portrait, his mind churning with dark fantasies. "Yes, she will be a delightful toy in my grand design. Just a little pressure, a scare here and there, and she will crumble. They all do."
He envisioned the fear in Devashree's eyes, the moment she would realize her helplessness against him. The thought brought a twisted smile to his lips.
"Fear is a powerful tool," he mused, "and I am its master. She will learn fear, and through fear, submission."
His gaze fell upon various objects in the room. "A little accident, perhaps? Something to scare her into submission, to remind her of her place?" he mused, picking up a small, sharp dagger and examining its blade in the dim light. "Or maybe a threat to her beloved people? Yes, fear will tighten my grip over her."
Paundrak chuckled darkly, placing the dagger back. He imagined Devashree's frightened face, the palace in disarray under his covert manipulations
"I will break her, slowly, methodically. She will not only submit to me but will also serve me with devotion," he muttered, his thoughts sinking deeper into delusion.
Just wait and watch. Tomorrow, you will beg for my mercy, woman.
*******
Revati looked visibly exhausted and overwhelmed as she tried to soothe her infant, but to little avail. Her eyes, red from lack of sleep, brightened slightly upon seeing Devashree.
"Devashree, I don't know what to do anymore. He just won't stop crying," Revati said, her voice tinged with frustration and fatigue.
Devashree walked over and gently took the baby from Revati's arms. "Go rest, jiji. You need it. I'll take care of him for a while," she insisted softly, her tone both commanding and comforting. "You've been on your feet all day. A little rest will do you good, and I have him now. Don't worry."
Reluctantly, Revati nodded, her gratitude apparent. "Thank you, Devashree. I don't know what I would do without you," she said, her relief palpable as she moved towards her bedchamber.
Devashree turned her full attention to the baby. Skillfully, she began to rock him gently, humming a soft lullaby that had often calmed her own nerves. Gradually, the baby's cries subsided, his little eyes blinking sleepily before finally closing in a peaceful slumber.
It was at that moment that Balram entered, having come to check on his wife and child. He paused at the doorway, observing the scene. The tension in Revati's shoulders eased as she prepared to leave the room, and the baby settled comfortably in Devashree's arms, now cooing softly.
"You are a life saver, Devashree," Balram remarked with a warm chuckle, his eyes twinkling with appreciation and a touch of humor. "Every time you're around, it seems the world rights itself a bit more."
He turned to leave.
"Wait, dau, I need to talk to you," Devashree started, her voice tinged with urgency. "It's about Krishna... I feel that something is very wrong. He's... he's not himself."
Balram looked at her, his expression a mixture of surprise and concern. "What do you mean, Devashree? You two had an argument?"
She shook her head, her anxiety palpable. "No, it's not just an argument. He doesn't seem to be the Krishna we know. His actions, his words... even the way he looks at me. It's as if he's a different person."
Balram frowned, clearly uncomfortable. "Devashree, Kanha is my brother. I think I would know if something was wrong with him. Maybe the stress of the upcoming festival is getting to you both."
Devashree's frustration grew. "Please, you have to believe me. It's not stress. I know Krishna, and the man in our chamber, he... he doesn't feel like my husband."
"Look, Devashree, every couple goes through rough patches. Maybe you two just need some time together to work things out. It's not right to drag others into personal disputes."
Feeling increasingly isolated, Devashree tried once more. "Dau, this is not a mere dispute. Something is deeply wrong. I fear for our safety-"
"Devashree," Balram interrupted, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Kanha is the Lord of Dwaraka, revered by all. It's not easy to bear such responsibilities. Give him some time, and try to support him. I'm sure whatever you're feeling will pass."
Frustration and helplessness welled up inside Devashree. "I know how it sounds, dau. But I know Krishna. Please, you must look into this."
Balram sighed, his expression one of concern but also of disbelief. "Devashree, you know I hold you both dear. If you're this troubled, I will keep an eye out. But these are strange things you're suggesting. Try to talk to Krishna again, see if perhaps there was just a misunderstanding between you."
Devashree nodded, though Balram's response did little to quell her fears. "Thank you,dau. Just... please be alert."
As she walked away with the baby, her heart sank further.
If she could not convince Balram dau, who knew Krishna as well as anyone, how could she convince others?
******
The next morning, the palace was bustling with activity as preparations for the upcoming festival were in full swing.
Devashree walked among them, observing the progress but feeling distanced from the festivities. Her mind was occupied with heavier concerns.
"Mata, the preparations are looking wonderful," Devashree remarked, trying to keep her tone light.
Devaki smiled warmly at her. "I'm glad you think so, Devashree. But you look tired, my dear. All this stress isn't good for you, especially now," she said, her eyes filled with maternal concern.
"I'm fine, Mata. Just a lot on my mind," Devashree replied, brushing off the concern with a half-hearted smile.
"You need a break from all this. There's a small tour leaving to visit the nearby temple and the new gardens. Why don't you join them? A little fresh air will do you good."
Devashree started to protest, eager to stay and monitor the imposter, but Devaki insisted. "It's settled then. Go, refresh yourself."
Reluctantly, Devashree agreed, heading towards the waiting chariots outside the palace.
Spotting Balram already seated in one, she felt a moment of relief-time away from the palace, and from the man masquerading as her husband, was a welcome reprieve.
"Dau," she greeted as she climbed aboard the chariot. "Jiji isn't coming?"
Balram shook his head, adjusting the reins. "No, she's staying with the baby. It's just us today."
She settled beside him, feeling genuinely grateful for the company of someone she trusted.
However, her brief respite was shattered when she glanced back towards the palace gates.
There, to her dismay, was the fake Krishna, his gaze meeting hers as he approached the chariot.
Panic fluttered in her chest, her momentary peace evaporating.
"Wait, I just remembered-I have so much left to oversee for the festival," Devashree stammered, turning to Devaki Mata, who had followed to see them off. "I really should stay, Mata."
"Nonsense, Devashree. Everything is under control here. You need this break, and that's final," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Defeated and heart sinking, Devashree watched as the fake Krishna reached the chariot, climbing aboard with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "This will be refreshing," he commented, taking a seat opposite her.
"Lord Balram, I apologize for the interruption, but there's an urgent matter that requires your attention," the aide explained, panting slightly as he caught his breath.
Balram's expression turned serious. "What is it?" he inquired, his tone shifting to one of concern.
"It's about the border negotiations, my lord. There's been a development that could not wait. Your counsel is needed immediately," the aide insisted, handing over a sealed message.
Balram scanned the message quickly, his brow furrowing deeper with each word. "This can't wait," he muttered, looking at Devashree with an apologetic grimace. "I'm sorry, I have to go back. Can you manage to return with Kanha?"
Devashree felt a wave of panic surge within her as she realized she would be left alone with the man who claimed to be Krishna. "Actually, dau, I should come with you. I have-"
Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a subtle but unmistakable pressure against her side under the cloth of her saree-a sharp steel blade.
Her breath hitched in her throat, her eyes widening slightly in shock and fear.
The faux Krishna, who had been silent until then, leaned closer from behind, his breath warm against her ear.
"No need for that, Devashree. We'll manage just fine here, won't we?" he whispered, his voice low and menacing.
Devashree swallowed hard, the cold metal against her skin anchoring her to the terrifying reality of her situation.
"Go ahead, dau. With Krishna with her, what could go wrong?"
Balram nodded, still unaware of the true tension between them. "Take care, both of you. I'll see you back at the palace," he said before stepping off the chariot and swiftly heading back.
"Dau listen -
"Not a word, Devashree. Not a single word, unless you want to feel the full force of this blade." His voice, cold and menacing, whispered in her ear.
"One wrong move, Devashree, and I would not hesitate to shred the living tiny life inside you."
A/N
YES PAUNDRAK! ☠️🚫
Chal hatt author isko dekhkar kaun muskurayega ...Kuch bhi matlab
Abhi toh Maine bataya hai Paundrak toh bol rahe ho warna toh Krishna hi samajte usko.....aur dekhkar smile kya pura heart hi dedete...😁😁🥲
Aur asli Wale mere paas hai, unki chinta mat karo...😚😚
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Me: Krishna suno...ek kaam hai tumse...Mere liye puruskar samaroh karoge kya?
Krishna: Mujhe aur koi kaam nhi kya? Swayam hi karlo
Me: *Makes puppy eyes* Par Krishna, tum hi ho jo is kaam ko char chand laga sakte ho!
Krishna: Main bas leela karta rehta hoon. Ab puruskar bhi baantoon?
Me: Haan lekin suno to sahi, inka naam sunke toh tum bhi kood padoge! Bohot hi manmohak hai sab.
Krishna: Accha? kaun hai woh?
Me: Tumhari pyari sakhiyaan hai Kanha.
Krishna: (smiles mischievously) Oh ho! Sakhiyon ki baat hai toh main kaise inkaar kar sakta hoon? Chalo phir, batao kab aur kaise hona hai ye samaroh?
Me: Bas aap tayyar ho jao, Kanha. Aap bas apni divya upasthiti dene ka vaada karo.
Krishna: Thik hai, thik hai. Krishna aapke dwara sanchaalit puruskar samaroh ke liye tayyar hai.
Toh ab jab Krishna aa gaye hai ....❤️👀
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