Her eyelids fluttered, and her breathing grew erratic.

A low moan escaped her lips, filled with a pain and confusion that tore at Krishna's heart. "Shh, it's alright, Shree," he whispered soothingly, leaning close to her ear. "I'm here. We're all here. You're safe."

Devashree's eyes opened, but they were unfocused, clouded with the remnants of the poison's grip. She muttered incoherently, her words a jumble of fear and confusion. "No... no, please... don't..."

"Shree, it's me, your Krishna," he said firmly, yet gently. "You're safe. No one will harm you." He held her hand firmly, his eyes locked onto her face, willing her to come back to him.

Her muttering grew more frantic, her words a mix of fear and desperation. "No... no, please... don't... Saanvi..."

The name fell from her lips like a stone into a still pond, sending ripples of shock and anguish through Krishna. His breath caught in his throat, his grip on her hand tightening as he closed his eyes, overwhelmed by a wave of despair.

His grip on her hand tightened, his knuckles white. "No... no, not that day," he whispered, his voice filled with anguish. "Oh Priye..."

Balram stepped back, his face a mask of grief and helplessness. He had seen his brother face countless battles, but nothing could compare to this moment, to the raw pain in Krishna's eyes.

"Saanvi..." Devashree's voice was a broken whisper, her eyes wide and filled with tears, though she seemed not to see the room around her. ".. please, no..."

Krishna closed his eyes, a deep, guttural cry escaping his lips. He bent closer to Devashree, his forehead resting against hers, his tears mingling with her sweat. "I'm here, Shree," he murmured, his voice choked with emotion. "It's not that day. Please wake up."

He closed his eyes, tears escaping his eyes as he thought back to the day.

The air was thick with tension as they made their way to the abode of Mahadev.

Narayan led the way alongside Bramhadev and Saraswati. The gods were pleading for Mahadev's intervention against the formidable demon Soorpadman, whose tyranny had become unbearable.

"Mahadev, we plead you," Indradev implored. "Soorpadman's reign of terror must end. Only you can vanquish this evil."

Mahadev listened to their pleas. His eyes closed in contemplation, and then, with a swift motion, he opened his third eye.

From it emerged a spark of intense energy, so fierce and potent that even Parvati, took fright and fled.

The spark descended and transformed into six radiant infants, each glowing with divine brilliance.

Bramhadev, Narayan, and Saraswati stepped forward, their hearts filled with awe.

Narayan picked up two of the babies, cradling them gently in his arms. "Behen Parvati would be so happy after seeing her children," he cooed softly, a gentle smile playing on his lips. Bramhadev and Saraswati did the same, marveling at the divine infants.

News of the miraculous birth reached Parvati, and her heart ached with a mixture of longing and resentment.

She returned to Kailash, her eyes blazing with anger. Seeing the celestial beings cradling the babies, she felt a sharp pang of exclusion and betrayal. How could these children be born without her involvement?

"It was at your request that Mahadev brought forth the spark," she accused, her voice trembling with fury. "And now you hold these children in your arms as if they are yours! It is because of you that Mahadev produced children without my involvement!"

"I curse you," she declared, her voice echoing across the mountains. "Your wives shall be barren. You will know the pain of longing for a child that will never come."

All of them gasped, their faces pale with shock and despair.

Narayan's eyes widened in horror. "What have you done, Parvati?" he shouted, his voice filled with anguish. "Do you realize what you have done?" he thundered, "Instead of accepting these children as a blessing, you resent them? You curse us without thought for the consequences!"

Parvati stood her ground, unmoved by Narayan's outrage. "They have usurped my rightful place in this creation," she retorted, her voice laced with bitterness . "You and the other gods have disrespected me in trying and imploring to Mahadev which made him create these children and I, his rightful consort have no part in it."

Narayan's frustration boiled over, his words a torrent of indignation and disbelief. "We sought only to remove the suffering caused by Soorpadman by creating children who would bring his end," he pleaded, his voice tinged with despair.

"Swami," a voice whispered, weak and trembling as if speaking to his soul.

"Lakshmi?" Narayan turned abruptly, his eyes widening as he recognized the faint call, his heart clenching with dread.

Without a moment's hesitation, he teleported to Vaikuntha, leaving the chaos of Kailash behind.

As he materialized in their abode, a horrifying scene met his eyes.

Lakshmi sat morosely in a corner, surrounded by a pool of blood. Her face was pale, her body trembling with the aftershocks of unimaginable pain. The curse had taken its toll, and their unborn child, their little girl, had been lost before she could even come into the world.

Lakshmi was utterly numb, her usually vibrant eyes vacant and hollow. She stared at the ground, her hands stained with blood as she cradled her empty belly. The spark of life that had once filled her with joy and hope was extinguished, leaving behind a shell of the goddess she once was.

Narayan's heart shattered at the sight.

He rushed to her side, cradling her in his arms. "Oh priye," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

Lakshmi's eyes slowly turned to meet his gaze. She blinked, a single tear escaping and trailing down her cheek. "Swami," she murmured, her voice barely audible, as if speaking required immense effort. "Why... why has this happened?"

Narayan's heart ached, seeing the love of his life in such a state of despair. "You have done nothing to deserve this, my love," he said, his own voice choked with tears. "This is not your fault."

She seemed to struggle with his words. "Our child..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "Our little girl... she is gone. Swami, why?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "What have I done to deserve this? Please, tell me. If I did something wrong I am ever ready to take hundred times the punishnishments. But please at least tell me my crime"

"You have committed no crime, my love, You have brought joy and prosperity to countless souls, spreading your love and compassion far and wide. Your heart knows only kindness and generosity, and this is no fault of yours."

"Then why did Sakhi Parvati curse? Did she not think about me? Is calling me Sakhi only for name?" she asked, her voice breaking with every word. "Why would she do this?"

"Parvati cursed in anger," Narayan said, his voice seething with controlled rage.

"Cursed in anger? Does that justify this?" she challenged, her voice tinged with bitterness. "Shouldn't the gods be adept at controlling their anger? What difference is there in mortals and gods then if even the gods act without considering the consequences of their actions ? Parvati acted without considering the pain she would inflict, the lives she would shatter. What kind of friend, what kind of Sakhi, does that?"

"Lakshmi, my love, you are right of course but...," Narayan tried to soothe, but her rage was now a torrent, unstoppable and fierce.

"No, Narayan," she interrupted. "This is not something that can be soothed away with words. She did not think about me, about us, about the life we created. How could she? How could she be so cruel, so thoughtless?"

"Parvati acted without thinking," Narayan said, his own voice trembling with the effort to remain calm. "She allowed her anger to cloud her judgment. But this... this is not the way, my love."

Lakshmi's eyes met his, blazing with intensity. "Then what is the way, Swami?" she challenged. "Do you here them Swami? The screams and pleads of the wives of the Devgans? They are begging me to do something about it....to end their suffering."

Narayan felt a pang of sorrow and guilt wash over him at her words. He knew the anguish of the celestial wives, their pain echoing through the heavens. "I hear them, Priye" he said softly, his gaze meeting hers with unwavering determination. "And we will find a way to ease their suffering. But we cannot let our own anger consume us in the process."

Lakshmi's jaw tightened, her fists clenched at her sides. "So you want me to forgive Swami?" she demanded, her voice raw with emotion. "To suppress my pain and forget everything? Forget Kamdev,my tanu and forget Saanvi?"

Narayan reached out, gently taking her hand in his. "Forgiveness does not mean forgetting or condoning her actions," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "It means releasing the hold her actions have over us, so that we may find peace within ourselves."

"So easy for you to say, Swami," she replied, her voice tinged with bitterness. "So easy for you to say. It's been four thousand and thirty-nine centuries since I lost my son. I have felt every one of them deeply. And now, the new hope I had is taken away from me..."

Her words trailed off, choked by the swell of emotion threatening to consume her. The pain of that loss, buried deep within her heart for millennia, now surged forth with renewed force, threatening to overwhelm her fragile composure.

How could she forgive and forget the anguish that had haunted her for eons?

"Swami," she whispered, her voice trembling with unshed tears. "I don't know if I can do it. I don't know if I have the strength to forgive..."

Narayan extended his hand to console Lakshmi, but she recoiled, pulling away from his touch as if his comforting gesture was a painful reminder of her sorrow. His heart sank as he watched her retreat into herself, her pain a palpable barrier between them.

He longed to envelop her in his embrace, to offer her the solace she so desperately needed, but he knew that her wounds ran deep, too deep for his words alone to heal. With a heavy heart, he let his hand fall back to his side, his gaze filled with a mixture of love and anguish.

Just then, Sheshnaag arrived with urgent news. "Prabhu, Mata,... Mahadev, and Devi Parvati have arrived at the gates," he announced, his voice betraying a hint of apprehension.

Lakshmi's rage, already simmering beneath the surface, flared into an inferno at the mention of Parvati's name. "Tell them to get out," she commanded, her voice seething with fury. Her eyes blazed with righteous indignation as she stood her ground, her resolve unyielding despite the turmoil raging within her.

Narayan's heart sank as he witnessed Lakshmi's anguish, feeling utterly helpless in the face of her pain. He understood her desire to shut out the world, to shield herself from any further hurt, but he also knew that turning away Mahadev and Parvati would only escalate the situation further.

"Lakshmi, my love," he began gently, reaching out to touch her trembling shoulder, but she flinched away, her eyes flashing with a fire that matched her words.

"I don't want to see them, Swami," she declared, her voice cold and resolute. "If even after my explicit denial they have the audacity to do so... they themselves will be responsible for what I will have in store for them."

"Lakshmi, please," Narayan implored. "We must handle this with wisdom, not wrath. Your pain is justified, but meeting anger with anger will only lead to more destruction."

But Lakshmi was beyond reason. Her eyes blazed with an intensity that frightened even him. "Talk to them if you wish, Swami," she shouted, her voice shaking the very foundations of their abode. "But mark my words, if they come before me, they will face a fury that no god or goddess has ever seen. I will not be held responsible for what happens next."

Narayan took a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure. He knew that Lakshmi's pain was a storm that needed time to calm, but the urgency of the situation required immediate action. He nodded to Sheshnaag, signaling him to wait outside.

Turning back to Lakshmi, he spoke with a firmness that belied the tenderness in his heart. "I will speak with them, my love. For the sake of peace, and for the hope of healing. But know this, I stand with you. Your pain is my pain, and your anger is my anger. I will ensure that they understand the gravity of their actions."

He watched helplessly as she turned away from him, her steps heavy with the weight of her anguish and indignation.

With a heavy heart, Narayan made his way towards the gates, his mind fraught with conflicting emotions. He understood Lakshmi's pain all too well, having borne witness to her suffering throughout the ages. Her sorrow was his sorrow, her anger a reflection of his own tumultuous thoughts.

As Narayan approached Mahadev and Parvati, he struggled to contain the storm of emotions raging within him.

"You have done a great wrong," Narayan said, his voice laced with controlled anger. "Your actions have caused immeasurable pain and suffering, not only to Lakshmi Devi but to all those affected by your curse."

Parvati's eyes filled with tears as she heard Narayan's words, the enormity of her actions weighing heavily upon her. "I... I did not mean for such pain," she whispered, her voice trembling with remorse. The gravity of her curse became painfully clear to her in that moment, the consequences of her anger too heavy a burden to bear.

Narayan's gaze hardened, his resolve unyielding. "Intentions matter little in the face of consequences," he replied, his words laced with a cold fury. "Never forget that karma always comes back, even to the most divine of beings."

As Parvati recoiled from his words. "Please," she implored, her voice choked with tears. "Let me meet with my Sakhi Lakshmi. I must seek her forgiveness."

Narayan regarded her with a cold gaze. "I will convey your request," he said, his voice devoid of warmth. "But whether she chooses to grant it is not for me to decide."

A sudden jerk from Devashree brought Krishna back to the present, jolting him out of the haunting memories that had consumed him. His heart raced as he blinked back to reality, the weight of the past still heavy on his shoulders.

"Krishna," Balram's voice broke through the haze of his thoughts, filled with concern. "Are you alright?"

Krishna took a deep breath, forcing himself to focus on the present moment.

He watched helplessly as Devashree convulsed, her body wracked with tremors. He felt a wave of despair wash over him, his heart heavy with the weight of her suffering.

Gently, he placed his hand on her forehead, hoping to offer some small measure of comfort amidst the storm raging within her.

As he looked upon her, his eyes widened in astonishment as he saw a faint apparition materialize beside inside her hallucination.

It was a small child, barely visible conversing with her.

"You left me, Maa," the child whispered, their words echoing in Krishna's ears. "You promised to protect me, but you let me die."

"I didn't mean to," Devashree murmured in her delirium, her voice trembling with sorrow. "I tried to save you, Saanvi. I tried..."

Krishna's heart clenched at the sight, his mind reeling with the implications of what he was witnessing.

He knew it was the poison speaking, trying to attack at the fragile spectrals of her mind. But he knew he couldn't ignore this manifestation, couldn't let Devashree suffer alone in the torment of her mind.

"Shh, little one," Krishna whispered softly, his voice filled with compassion. "She didn't leave you. She loves you deeply, more than words can express."

But the child's spectral form seemed unmoved, its eyes fixed on Devashree with an unspoken anguish that pierced Krishna's soul.

"She should have saved me," the child's voice echoed, filled with a haunting lament. "She should have protected me."

"She tried," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "She did everything she could. Sometimes, things happen beyond our control, little one. But her love for you... that will never fade."

As the child turned its gaze towards Krishna, he felt a shiver run down his spine. There was a haunting familiarity in those eyes, a reflection of the pain and sorrow that Devashree bore.

"Why did you let me die?" the child's voice pierced the air once more, its words a dagger aimed straight at Krishna's heart. "You couldn't save me either," the child accused, their voice filled with sorrow and reproach. "You, who claim to be the protector of all, failed to protect your own."

Krishna recoiled as if struck, the weight of the child's words bearing down on him like a mountain. Poison, it was the poison speaking.....but wasn't it true?

Guilt and anguish threatened to overwhelm him as he grappled with the realization of his own limitations. Despite his divine power and wisdom, he had been powerless to prevent the tragedies that had befallen those he loved.

Krishna's hand trembled as he reached out, wanting to touch the child, to somehow ease its suffering. But the figure remained just beyond his grasp, its presence flickering like a candle in the wind.

But then, as suddenly as it had begun, the hallucination seemed to shatter like glass, dissipating into nothingness. The air in the chamber grew still, the tension slowly easing as the last remnants of the poison seeped out of Devashree's body.

And then, like a phoenix rising from the ashes, Devashree stirred, her eyelids fluttering open to reveal eyes filled with clarity and awareness. She blinked, as if awakening from a long and troubled dream, and then, with a deep, shuddering breath, she sat up, the last vestiges of the poison finally releasing their hold on her body.

"Shree," he breathed, his voice filled with relief and gratitude. "You're awake."

She looked around the room with a mixture of confusion and concern, her eyes searching for answers amidst the lingering haze of her ordeal.

"What... what happened?" she asked, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

"You were poisoned, Shree," he explained gently, his voice a soothing presence in the stillness of the room. "But the vaidya administered the antidote, and you're going to be alright."

Devashree nodded slowly, absorbing his words as she struggled to make sense of the ordeal she had just endured. And then, as if a sudden realization struck her, her gaze grew anxious.

"My... my baby," she whispered, her voice trembling with fear and longing. "Is he... is he alright?"

"He's safe, Shree," he assured her, his voice steady with conviction. "Our baby is safe. You don't need to worry."

A wave of relief washed over Devashree's features, her tense muscles relaxing at his words. She squeezed his hand tightly, gratitude shining in her eyes as she leaned into his comforting presence.

"I'm so sorry, Shree," Krishna murmured, his voice heavy with remorse. "I should have been more careful... I should have protected you better."

Devashree shook her head, her grip on his hand tightening. "No, Krishna," she said firmly, her voice gaining strength. "This wasn't your fault."

Krishna's gaze dropped, and he hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "It's not just that," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's about the child in your dreams..."

Devashree's brow furrowed in confusion. "What child?" she asked, trying to recall the fragmented images that had danced through her mind during her hallucinations.

"Do you remember the hallucinations you had?" Krishna asked gently, his eyes searching hers for any sign of recognition.

Devashree's eyes narrowed as she tried to piece together the disjointed memories. "I remember some... fragments," she said slowly, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "But it's all so hazy."

Krishna breathed a sigh of relief, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "Oh, that's good," he said, his voice more composed. "Don't worry about it, Shree. It was just the poison playing tricks on your mind."

She looked at him, still a bit puzzled but reassured by his calm demeanor. "If you say so," she replied softly, trusting in his words.

Krishna leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Look who's here to see you."

Devashree turned her head slowly, her eyes widening in surprise and delight as she saw her mother Madhulika standing there, her face etched with concern and love. Beside her stood her younger brother Pratap, his expression a mix of relief and worry.

"Ma... Pratap..." Devashree's voice caught in her throat as tears of joy welled up in her eyes. "You're here."

Madhulika rushed to her daughter's side, her eyes brimming with tears as she clasped Devashree's hand in hers. "Oh, my child," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "We were so worried about you."

Pratap stepped forward, a small smile playing on his lips as he reached out to brush a stray tear from Devashree's cheek.

A month had passed since that harrowing night, and under the tender care of both her in-laws and her own family, Devashree began to recover. The house was filled with a sense of purpose and joy as everyone rallied around her, ensuring she was comfortable and well-taken care of.

Each day, her strength grew, and the color returned to her cheeks.

As Devashree entered the third month of her pregnancy, a noticeable bump began to show..

Every morning, she was greeted by the warm smiles of her mother-in-lawa, Mata Devaki, and her own mother, Madhulika. They fussed over her, ensuring she had a nourishing breakfast to start her day. "Eat well, dear," Madhulika would say, placing a bowl of fresh fruits and nuts before her. "It's good for you and the baby."

Mata Devaki nodded in agreement "Yes, you need all the strength you can get," she added, gently patting Devashree's growing belly. "Remember you are now eating for two."

Pratap often visited, bringing her favorite snacks and chatting animatedly about everything happening back home. "You look radiant, jiji," he remarked one day, his eyes filled with admiration.

The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon where the family gathered.

Devaki Mata sat close to Vasudev, her husband, with their grandson Nishath nestled contentedly in Vasudev's lap. Balram's son was the apple of everyone's eye, his cherubic face lighting up with joy as he played with his grandfather and his eyes wide with curiosity as he watched his grandmother tenderly feeding Devashree..

Meanwhile, Devashree sat comfortably, supported by cushions, as Devaki Mata carefully lifted a spoonful of food towards Devashree's mouth, her eyes filled with love and care.

Devashree smiled, accepting the bite gratefully. "Thank you, Ma," she murmured, savoring the warmth of her family's attention.

Just then, Krishna sauntered into the courtyard. He approached Devashree with a playful grin, his hand reaching out to steal a bite of what he assumed was makhan, a favorite treat of his.

But as soon as the morsel touched his tongue, his expression twisted in confusion and disgust. "What the hell is this?" he exclaimed, recoiling in shock. "This isn't makhan!"

Krishna's face contorted in disgust as he desperately tried to rid his tongue of the strange taste that lingered stubbornly. With a grimace, he reached for a nearby cloth, vigorously scrubbing his tongue in a futile attempt to remove the unpleasant flavors.

Vasudev chuckled, shaking his head in amusement, while Nishath giggled gleefully in his grandfather's arms.

"It's not makhan, Krishna," Devaki Mata explained, her laughter bubbling forth. "It's a special concoction of pickle and yogurt. Devashree has been craving it lately."

Krishna's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Pickle and yogurt?" he repeated incredulously. "That's... certainly another unique combination."

Devashree smiled sheepishly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I can't help it," she admitted, a hint of amusement in her voice. "The baby wants what it wants."

"It was something weird yesterday too, wasn't it Priye?"

Devaki Mata chuckled at Krishna's reaction, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "Yesterday it was a mixture of jaggery and raw onions," she replied, her voice filled with amusement. "Devashree's pregnancy cravings seem to have a mind of their own."

"Pregnancy cravings can be quite unpredictable," Vasudev chuckled, ruffling Nishath's hair affectionately.

Nishath wriggled in Vasudev's arms, extending his chubby little hands towards Mata Devaki and Devashree.

"Looks like someone else wants some attention," Vasudev said with a warm smile, gently lifting Nishath and passing him over to Devaki.

Devaki took her grandson into her arms, her face lighting up with joy. "Come here, my little one," she cooed, planting a soft kiss on his forehead. "Were you feeling left out?"

Nishath nestled into his grandmother's embrace, his small hands clutching at her saree. His eyes still darted curiously between Devaki and Devashree, as if unsure where he wanted to be.

Devashree chuckled, reaching out to take Nishath from Devaki's arms. "Come here, little one," she said softly. "We will steal Mata;s love together."

Nishath's tiny hands reached out eagerly towards Devashree, a clear indication that he wanted to be with her. Devaki chuckled as she handed him over, her eyes twinkling with affection.

"He's always had a way of making everyone adore him," Devaki remarked, a gentle smile playing on her lips.

As soon as Nishath settled into Devashree's arms, he cuddled against her, his small face burrowing into her shoulder

"You little attention seeker," she teased, brushing a kiss on his forehead. "You know exactly how to get everyone's love, don't you?" Nishath's eyes were wide with curiosity as he looked at the food in her hand. With a tender smile, Devashree dipped her fingers into the dal and brought it to his lips.

Nishath's tiny mouth opened eagerly, and he took a tentative lick, his eyes widening with delight as the flavors exploded on his tongue. His reaction elicited a chorus of laughter from everyone in the room.

"See? Even Nishath likes it," Devashree said, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she fed him another bite. "Maybe my cravings aren't so strange after all."

"Well, if Nishath approves, who am I to argue?" Krishna said, his tone light and teasing. "But I think I'll stick to my usual makhan for now."

Now content and full,Nishath snuggled closer to Devashree, his tiny hand resting on her growing baby bump as if already forming a connection with his future cousin.

******

Devashree stood before the mirror, her blouse and lehenga snug around her growing baby bump. With delicate fingers, she attempted to tie the strings of her blouse, her reflection showing the gentle curve of her belly.

She sighed softly, noticing how the fabric stretched taut across her expanding form. The blouse, which had fit perfectly just a few weeks ago, now seemed too small, the material straining at the seams.

She turned slightly to the side, observing the way the blouse clung to her growing breasts and the gentle swell of her stomach. A hint of frustration crept into her expression as she realized that soon, none of her favorite clothes would fit comfortably. Her hands moved to the strings again, but they slipped from her grasp, her growing belly making the task more challenging than it had ever been.

Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her into a warm embrace. Devashree gasped in surprise, her heart racing as she felt Krishna's presence behind her.

"Krishna!" she exclaimed, a mixture of laughter and shock in her voice. "You scared me!"

Krishna chuckled, planting a soft kiss on her cheek. "Sorry, Shree," he said, his voice filled with amusement. "I couldn't resist." As he spoke, Devashree felt his fingers deftly tying the strings of her blouse, his touch gentle and reassuring.

Devashree smiled, leaning back into his embrace. But as she did, a sharp twinge of pain shot through her breasts, causing her to yelp and pull away.

Krishna's eyes widened in concern as he watched her retreat. "Are you alright, Shree?" he asked, reaching out to touch her arm.

Devashree winced, her hand instinctively flying to her tender breasts. "They're so sore," she muttered, a hint of frustration in her voice. "And they're... getting bigger."

"I can see that," he said gently, glancing at her fuller figure. "But they're not just bigger, they're more beautiful."

Devashree's eyes narrowed slightly, her irritation flaring. "So now you're saying I'm getting fat?" she demanded, her voice sharp.

"No, no, of course not!" Krishna exclaimed, raising his hands in a gesture of appeasement. "I would never say that, Shree. You're not getting fat. You're carrying our child, and you're more beautiful than ever."

"Really?"

"Really.I wasn't implying anything about your weight. What I meant was that you are radiating beauty, inside and out. Your pregnancy has only enhanced your natural grace and elegance."

Her eyes searched his, looking for any hint of insincerity, but all she saw was love and admiration. She felt her anger begin to melt away, replaced by a warmth that spread through her chest.

He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her jawline, his touch feather-light and reverent. "Your smile," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin, "it illuminates the darkest corners of my soul, filling me with a joy I never knew possible."

Krishna took a deep breath, his gaze never leaving hers as he continued to caress her cheek. "Your cheeks," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "They're flushed with the warmth of new life, a rosy hue that speaks of the love growing within you."

Devashree felt a flutter of warmth in her chest at his words, her anger beginning to melt away like ice beneath the sun. She leaned into his touch, her breath catching in her throat as he drew her closer.

"And your lips," Krishna continued, his voice husky with emotion. "They're soft and inviting, like petals unfurling in the morning light. They speak volumes without uttering a single word, conveying the depth of your love with every smile, every kiss."

As he spoke, he brushed his lips against hers, tasting the sweetness of her affection. Devashree's eyes fluttered closed at the sensation, her heart pounding in her chest as she melted into his embrace.

Krishna's hands roamed freely now, tracing the contours of her body with a reverence that bordered on worship.

"And your neck," Krishna murmured, leaning in to press a tender kiss against her skin. "It's so graceful, so elegant. I could spend eternity tracing the curve of it with my lips."

A shiver ran down Devashree's spine at the sensation, her skin tingling with pleasure at his touch. She closed her eyes, losing herself in the warmth of his embrace as he continued to shower her with compliments and caresses.

"And your shoulders," Krishna whispered, his hands moving lower to massage the tension from her muscles. "They're strong and slender, yet so delicate. I could spend hours just admiring them, tracing the lines of your collarbone with my fingertips."

Devashree's breath hitched in her throat as his hands worked their magic, easing the knots of tension that had been building within her. She felt herself relaxing into his touch, her body melting against his as he continued to lavish her with attention.

"And your breasts," Krishna murmured, his voice low and husky with desire. "They're fuller now, more sensitive... they will nourish to the life growing within you. I could spend a lifetime worshipping them, honoring the miracle of motherhood that they represent."

A soft moan escaped Devashree's lips at his words, her body responding instinctively to his touch. She arched into him, craving the warmth of his embrace as he continued to tease and tantalize her with his caresses.

"And this," Krishna whispered, his hands moving lower to cradle her growing belly. "It's like a precious treasure. I can't wait to meet our little one, to hold him in my arms and shower him with all the love in my heart."

Devashree's desire surged through her like a tidal wave, threatening to consume her in its fiery embrace. She leaned in to kiss Krishna, her lips parting with anticipation, only to have him pull away with a mischievous grin.

"Tell me you haven't had one of your disgusting cravings," he teased, his eyes dancing with amusement.

Devashree's irritation flared once again, but she couldn't help but laugh at his playful tone. "Way to spoil the mood, Swami," she quipped, rolling her eyes.

But Krishna was undeterred, his grin widening as he leaned in closer. "Don't worry, Shree," he said, his voice low and seductive. "I know just how to bring your mood back."

And with that, he captured her lips in a passionate kiss, igniting a spark of desire that burned hotter than ever.

In a swift movement, Devashree pushed Krishna back, and he fell onto the bed. She straddled him, her eyes dark with desire as she gazed down at him, her chest heaving with each breath.

"Shree," Krishna murmured, his voice a low growl of desire as he reached up to pull her down to him, capturing her lips in another searing kiss. As their lips parted, Krishna's eyes glittered with admiration as he gazed up at Devashree. "Shree," he whispered, his voice husky with desire, "you look like a goddess who rules the world."

Devashree moaned softly against his lips, her hands fisting in his hair as she poured all of her love and longing into their kiss. She felt alive, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation as their bodies moved together in perfect harmony.

As the intensity of their embrace reached its peak, Devashree finally pulled away, her lips swollen and red from their fervent kisses. She gazed down at Krishna, her eyes filled with love and adoration, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Swami," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "I love you so much."

"And I love you, Shree," he replied, his voice a tender caress. "More than words can ever express."

With a contented sigh, Devashree lay down beside him, her head resting on his chest as she listened to the steady beat of his heart. Krishna wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as they basked in the warmth of their love.

The exhaustion of the day's events began to catch up with them, and their breathing slowed, their bodies relaxing into the comfort of each other's embrace.

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