Log toh iss pathar mein Bhagwan dhoondhte hain... aur ek main hoon, jisko swayam sakshat darshan ho rahe hain.

It was the sight of the real divine couple entering the hall that brought tears to Narad Muni's eyes.

He slowly rose to his feet, his hands folded in a deep namaskar, his heart pounding with the overwhelming joy of the moment when he first time came face to face with his Prabhu Narayan and Mata Lakshmi in this lifetime.

Krishna's eyes twinkled with the familiar mischief and wisdom, while Devashree brightened seeing a familiar face after such a long time.

"Panipaat, Devarshi." Krishna and Devashree reached Narad Muni and bowed deeply.

Narad Muni gently placed his hands on their heads, giving his blessings upon them. "Shri Krishna,Shri Sri Devi, it is a blessing to be in your company. Seeing you both together like this fills my heart with indescribable joy. Truly, I am blessed." he whispered to them.

"No Devarshi, your presence here is a great honor for us. We were to inaugurate this grand assembly hall, but how can we proceed with such an auspicious task when a great sage like you is present? It is only fitting that you do the honors." Devashree said to him.

Narad Muni shook his head in protest.

"No, no, Devi. This honor belongs to you and Shri Krishna. You are the guests of honor, and it is only right that you inaugurate this grand hall."

"Devarshi, if we were to inaugurate the hall in your presence, it would be as if we were ignoring or disrespecting you. You must lead the inauguration, or else we shall have to bear the burden of this sin." Krishna carefully said his words.

"Shri Krishna, you jest as always. How can I, a humble servant of the Lord, take on such a responsibility when you, the Supreme Lord Himself, are present?" he whispered in protest.

"Devarshi, it is said that the greatest service to the divine is to follow dharma and honor those who walk the path of righteousness. By performing the inauguration, you will be fulfilling this very principle. Besides," Krishna added with a sly grin, "you wouldn't want to be responsible for us committing a sin, would you?"

Narad Muni chuckled softly, knowing he had been outmaneuvered by his Prabhu's wit. "Very well, Shri Krishna," he said, "If it is your wish, I shall perform the inauguration."

Krishna and Devashree exchanged a satisfied glance, as they hey stepped back, allowing Narad Muni to take center stage.

As Narad Muni moved to the center, nobody noticed the tears that glistened in his eyes.

In his long life, he had seen countless gods who demanded the greatest honors, who cursed and raged when their egos were not appeased. Yet here were his Prabhu and Mata, the epitome of humility, urging him to take on an honor that they deserved far more.

If the Supreme Lord and Lady of the Universe could bow down to serve others, then who were all they to cling to their own pride and ego?

As the rites concluded, guests mingled, sharing warm smiles and exchanging congratulations while servants moved gracefully among them, offering trays of water and bowls of auspicious prasad

Devashree sighed softly as she sank into the plush cushion of her chair, brushing a hand against her slightly bulging stomach.

"Are you feeling alright, Shree?" Krishna whispered, his eyes soft with concern.

Devashree nodded. "I'm fine, Swami," she replied, her voice soft. "Just a little tired, that's all."

"You've been on your feet all morning, my love," he said, his tone gentle. "Let me fetch you something. "

Krishna turned his gaze toward a nearby servant, catching their attention with a subtle wave of his hand. With a gracious nod, he indicated for them to approach.

"Please, fetch some more cushions and some cool water ," he requested, his voice carrying a warm and caring tone.

The servant bowed respectfully and quickly disappeared into the crowd, returning moments later with a glass of cool water and some snacks.

"Here, have some water," Krishna offered, pouring a glass after taking a sip himself first and then handing it to her with a reassuring smile.

Devashree gratefully accepted the glass, taking a refreshing sip and feeling the cool liquid revive her parched throat. Her eyes lit up with delight at the sight of the treats. "These look delicious," she exclaimed, selecting one.

Krishna chuckled affectionately at Devashree's enthusiasm, watching as she selected a piece of modak and dipped it into imli sauce. "You and your weird cravings," he teased gently, shaking his head in disbelief. "I don't think I'll ever get used to them."

Devashree giggled at him. "What can I say, Swami?" she replied, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "I am starting to love food more nowadays."

"Well, as long as you're happy," he said warmly, reaching for a piece of modak himself and joining her in indulging in the sweet treat.

They turned there attention to what Narad Muni was saying to Yuddhishtir.

"Samrat Yudhishthir, are you managing your wealth wisely? Are you finding happiness in doing what's right? Are you following the righteous deeds of your ancestors to ensure justice and prosperity for all? Are you maintaining a balance between wealth, righteousness, and pleasure without compromising any of them? Is your study of the Vedas successful? Are your riches successful? Is your marriage successful? Is your learning successful?" Narad asked Yuddhishtir who was seated before him.

"I don't know Maharshi, Tell me how does the study of the Vedas becomesuccessful? How do riches become successful? How does marriagebecome successful? How does learning become successful?" Yuddhisthir asked.

"The Vedas become successful in agnihotra.Riches became successful in consumption and donations. Marriage becomes successful when children are born through union. Learning becomes successful in good conduct. A king who protects the four social classes lives happily and ascends to Indra's realm."

"What you've said about righteousness and dharma is true. I strive to do what's right to the best of my abilities. But it's not easy to walk the path of righteousness like our ancestors did. But tell me , you must have travelled all the worlds,have you ever seen an assembly hall like this, or one superior to it?"

"Your assembly hall is unparalleled in the world of men. I've seen countless assemblies, from Indra's to Yama's, from Bhrahma to Vaishravana's, but none compare to yours."

"You have said that only one king Harishchandra, is in the sabha of the king of the gods. What were his deeds that make him so great?"

"Let me tell you about Raja Harishchandra. He was the ancester of Shri Raja Ramchandra of Raghuvansh. He was a mighty king, ruling over all other kings on earth. With his power he conquered seven regions of the world. After his triumph, he held a grand royal sacrifice, the Rajusuya yagya, where kings from all over brought riches and served the Brahmins. Harishchandra generously gave them five times what they asked for and showered them with various riches. The Brahmins praised him as the most energetic and famous king."

"What happened after the sacrifice?" Arjun asked eagerly.

"After completing the sacrifice, Harishchandra ruled his kingdom with radiance. It's believed that kings who perform such grand sacrifices enjoy blissful time with Indra afterward."

"What about Shri Ram?" Arjuna's curiosity piqued further and asked, eager to learn about the legendary king who was revered across generations.

"Raghuvanshi Shri Ramchandra did the same and set an example for future generations to follow. He ruled his kingdom with compassion and wisdom, earning the love and respect of his subjects."

As Narad Muni spoke, Krishna noticed Devashree looking at him from the corner of his eye. She was smiling proudly. He turned to her, his expression softening as she squeezed his hand gently, her eyes filled with affection and pride. "You make me so proud Swami."

Krishna looked down, a hint of humility in his eyes. "I was a mere servant of my people, Shree. That's all," he said quietly, almost as if he were speaking to himself.

"As all kings should be, Swami, but you were exceptional. You upheld dharma and justice in every action."

Krishna met her eyes, a small smile playing on his lips. "I wasn't alone, Shree. I had the support of my loyal brothers, wise advisors, and the love of my people. It was their strength and faith that made Ramrajya possible. It wasn't just me"

Devashree's smile deepened. "Yet there was no person who was not happy in Ramrajya."

Krishna looked down, a trace of melancholy in his eyes. "I wasn't," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I have never voiced it before, but you know it, don't you, priye?" he continued "Iss Ram ko apni Sita ke bina swarg bhi swikar nahi hai. I ruled Ayodhya with the utmost dedication to dharma. Yet, every moment without you was a void I could never fill," he said, his mind wandering back to the profound loneliness he felt during his reign.

Devashree's eyes softened further, feeling the depth of his pain and squeezed his hand once more, offering silent support.

"You were my strength, my guiding light. Without you, even the bliss of ruling a kingdom felt empty," he admitted, his voice filled with the weight of his memories. "Without you even Vaikuntha becomes hell for me," he said closing his eyes for a moment, savoring the comfort of her touch.

Devashree leaned closer, locking their fingers together. "I am here now Swami."

"Yes, yes you are. And for that I am eternally grateful" he replied, his voice tinged with relief as they turned back to Narad Muni.

"-legacy continues to inspire countless souls to this day, reminding us of the timeless values of righteousness, compassion, and selflessness. You should do the same Samrat. Your brothers will follow you. Perform the Rajusuya and become the emperor. It will come with great costs. Even a war may happen but what it will bring would be an era of prosperity and happiness. Reflect on this and do what is good for you. Always be watchful in protecting the four varnas. Grow prosperous. Rejoice. Gratify the brahmanas with gifts. Now that I have told you what you have ask of me ,with your permission, I shall now leave for the city of the Dasharhas. Aagya de. Narayan Narayana!!"

And thus Narad Muni left after giving his answers leaving the Samrat in great dilemma.

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Devashree sat idly as she reclined on the plush bed, her delicate fingers gently massaging her swollen feet and ankles.

The day had been long and tiring, and she found herself yearning for a moment of respite while waiting for the dasi she had called.

With a soft sigh, she glanced around the room, her gaze wandering to the closed door of the bath where Krishna was undoubtedly indulging in his evening bath.

Why isn't the dasi here yet? The moment Swami comes out, the first thing he will ask for is his daily dose of Makhan.

Mentally rolling her eyes at her husband's predictable cravings, she sat up. Guess she will have to do it herself.

Pushing herself off the bed, Devashree made her way towards the bustling kitchens of the palace.

As she entered, she was greeted by the sight of a flurry of servants darting to and fro, attending to their various tasks.

Spotting the pot of makhan lying untouched on the ground, she furrowed her brows in confusion. "Why hasn't the makhan been brought yet?" she inquired, her tone tinged with mild annoyance.

A nearby dasi looked up, her eyes widening in realization. "Forgive us, Maharani," she said hurriedly. "We never received the message to bring it to the guest room. I will bring it right away."

Devashree shook her head, dismissing the offer with a wave of her hand. "No need," she replied firmly. "I've come all the way here, I might as well take it along with me."

She made her way back to the guest room, the soft glow of the palace corridors illuminated her path.

Holding the pot of makhan close to her chest, she whispered verses from the scriptures from Rigveda and texts to her baby nestled within her womb.

" नासदासीन्नो सदासीत्तदानीं नासीद्रजो नो व्योमा परो यत् |किमावरीवः कुह कस्य शर्मन्नम्भः किमासीद्गहनं गभीरम् ||

न मृत्युरासीदमृतं न तर्हि न रात्रिया अह्न आसीत्प्रकेतः | आनीदवातं स्वधया तदेकं तस्माद्धान्यन्न परः किञ्चनास ||....

"Then, there was neither non-existence nor existence. There was no space, nor sky above. What covered it? Where was it? In whose protection? Was there water, deep and unfathomable? Neither death nor immortality was there then. No sign of night or day. That One breathed by its own nature, without air. Besides that, there was nothing else. The one, called Bramha created this universe.....

"When the Mahāpralaya or the dissolution of a universe happens there is nothing but complete darkness. From this darkness arises the being (called Svayambhu). It creates the primordial waters first & then establishes the seed of creation. This seed of creation turns into a golden womb/egg (hence called Hiraṇyagarbha). From this egg emerges everything. From the 14 planes of existence to life therein. It lives on for Four Yugas (Satya, Treta, Dvāpara & Kali) and then Māhapralaya happens again.....

Her hands absentmindedly caressed her slightly bulging stomach, feeling the gentle movements of her baby within. It was a daily ritual she cherished, a moment of intimate bonding with the life growing inside her..

Lost in her recitations, Devashree didn't notice she had taken a wrong turn until she found herself in an unfamiliar, dimly lit part of the palace.

She paused after a while, glancing around in confusion.

The corridors here were darker, the shadows deeper, and an eerie silence hung in the air. "Where am I?" she murmured, her voice echoing softly in the empty hallway.

"Oh, how could I have wandered off like this?" she muttered to herself. Slapping a hand to her forehead, she chastised herself for not paying attention."I must find my way back quickly."

The darkness seemed to press in closer, the silence growing heavier. Devashree felt a prickling sensation at the back of her neck, but she shook it off, focusing on her recitations. "The sages say that one who is established in knowledge and sees all beings as the same attains the highest state. Strive to see the world with eyes of compassion and understanding."

Determined to find her way back, Devashree quickly retraced her steps, trying to recall the correct path. The corridors grew darker, shadows lengthening as the night deepened.

But then, she heard it - a soft, distant jingling, like the sound of tiny bells.

She stopped abruptly, her breath catching in her throat. Turning slowly, she scanned the shadows behind her.

Nothing.

"It must be my imagination," she whispered to herself, trying to calm her racing thoughts.

Shaking off her unease, she continued, only to hear the sound again-soft, like the jingling of ghungroos of payal, closer this time.

Devashree's breath hitched as she looked back once more, her eyes scanning the darkness. "Who's there?" she called out, her voice trembling slightly.

Silence answered her, save for the faint echo of her own voice.

Was it her own payal?

She looked down at her ankles but there were bare.

Right! she had removed it earlier because of her swollen ankles. But then where were the sound of ghungroo coming from?.... A chill ran down her spine.

Her heart raced as she looked back once more, finding nothing but darkness. She quickened her pace, her mind racing with fear and uncertainty.

But the eerie feeling persisted, a sense of being watched.

She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves, and continued walking. The jingling sounded again, closer this time, and she spun around, her eyes wide with fear. "Show yourself!" she demanded, her voice stronger than she felt.

Again, there was nothing.

She clutched the pot of makhan tighter, her knuckles white, as she resumed her hurried pace. "Just get back to the room, Devashree," she told herself. "Krishna will be waiting."

But as she rounded a corner, the darkness seemed to press in around her, and the sound of the ghungroo grew louder, more insistent. Her heart raced, and she could feel a cold sweat forming on her brow.

Suddenly, a figure appeared at the end of the corridor, cloaked in shadows.

Devashree gasped, stumbling backward, her mind racing with possibilities.

Was it a spirit? An intruder? She couldn't tell. The figure remained motionless, watching her with unseen eyes.

Her heart pounded in her ears as she strained to see more clearly. The figure took a slow step forward, and in the dim light filtering through the corridor, she caught a glimpse of eyes that glinted unnaturally in the darkness.

"Who are you?" she asked. "What do you want?"

The figure remained silent, but as she took another step closer, it suddenly raised its hand and let out a cloud of black powder that drifted through the air towards her.

Devashree instinctively brought the pot of makhan closer, shielding it. She then reached up and brushed the powder away from her face, catching a whiff of the foul scent.

The smell was horrible, acrid and sickening. Where had she smelled this before? An eerie feeling crept over her as she wracked her brain for the memory.

Looking back at the figure, Devashree pushed forward, intent on catching the figure as it began to move backwards. But as she turned the corner, she collided with someone solid . The pot of makhan slipped from her grasp, but strong hands caught it just in time.

"Nakul!" she exclaimed, relief flooding her voice.

Nakul looked at her with concern. "Bhabhishree, are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Devashree nodded, trying to steady her breath. "I'm fine, just... startled. What are you doing here?"

Nakul's expression grew serious. "Jyesht wanted to speak with Bhrata Krishna. It's urgent."

Still shaken, Devashree nodded. "I'll take you to him." She glanced back at the empty corridor, the eerie feeling lingering. "Let's go quickly."

As Nakul led her to the main corridor, finally, the familiar light of her guest room came into view, and she nearly sobbed with relief. Nakul stopped and stood just outside the corridor while Devashree went ahead into the room.

Pushing open the door, she found Krishna emerging from his bath.

His hair still wet and droplets of water clinging to his skin. He was dressed simply in a dhoti, the sacred thread of his janeu draped over his torso. The sight of him brought a sense of calm to her racing heart.

"Swami," she called softly, her voice trembling slightly despite her efforts to sound composed.

Krishna's brow furrowed slightly as he approached her, noticing the tension in her posture. "What happened?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.

Devashree hesitated, not wanting to burden him with her fears. But she knew she couldn't hide anything from him.

"There was something... strange in the corridor," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I heard jingling, like ghungroos, but there was no one there. And then a figure appeared, cloaked in shadows. It threw some kind of black powder at me. It smelled horrible, I have smelled it before but I can't place it."

"A figure? Did you see who it was?" Krishna's expression grew serious as he listened.

Devashree shook her head. "No, it was too dark. But it felt... unsettling. And the sound of ghungroos kept following me, even though I wasn't wearing any."

Krishna's eyes narrowed with concern. He remembered what Balram dau had told him about the servant who had poisoned her. Was the real danger in Indraprasth itself?

"You should have called for help, Shree."

"I know," she admitted, her voice soft. "But I didn't want to cause a scene. And then Nakul found me, and he mentioned that Bhrata Yudhishthir wanted to speak with you."

Krishna nodded, his mind already working to piece together the puzzle. "I'll speak with Jyesth. But first, let me make sure you're alright."

He guided her to a chair and knelt before her, gently taking her swollen feet into his hands.

Devashree sighed, a mixture of relief and exhaustion washing over her as he began to massage her ankles. The tension slowly melted away under his touch.

"You should rest now, my love. I'll go see what jyesth wants and then we can discuss what happened tonight. It's troubling that you felt unsafe within the palace."

Devashree nodded, her tension slowly easing. "I'll be fine, Krishn. Please go, and be careful."

Krishna stood up and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. "I'll be back soon," he promised before turning to leave the room.

As he stepped into the corridor, he met Nakul, who was waiting patiently. "Bhrata, is Bhabhishree alright?" Nakul asked, his voice tinged with worry.

Krishna nodded. "She's resting now. Let's go see what Jyesht wants."

The two brothers made their way through the palace, the incident with Devashree lingering in Krishna's mind. He couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that something sinister was at play.

"Nakul, did you see anyone suspicious in the corridors tonight?" he asked as they walked.

Nakul shook his head. "No, Bhrata. But the palace is large, and there are many places for someone to hide."

Krishna's eyes narrowed. "We must be vigilant. Ensure that the guards are on high alert and that no one enters or leaves without proper scrutiny."

Nakul nodded in agreement. "I'll see to it personally."

They arrived at Yudhishthir's chambers, where the eldest Pandava was waiting with a worried expression. "Vasudev, thank you for coming," Yudhishthir greeted them.

Krishna took a seat, his mind still half on Devashree and the unsettling encounter. "What is it, Jyesht?"

"Vasudev, I wanted to ask you about the Rajusuya yagya. I want to perform it. But it's not something that can be done just because I want it. You know everything, and you can make anything possible. My friends and advisors have told me I should do it, but I want to make my final decision based on what you say. Often, advice is given with some hidden motive. But you are different. You are above all these motives. You don't have desires or anger. Please tell me what is truly the best thing to do for the good of everyone."

"Jyesth, because of all your qualities, you are capable of performing rajasuya. All the kings and royal families of Kshatriyas on earth trace their ancestry back to Aila and Ikshvaku. These two lineages together form a total of one hundred and one dynasties. But in this immense and great Aryavarta, kings like Jarashandh are creating dissent. Likewise, the evil king of the Chedis,Shishupal whom I did not kill earlier, has also gone over to Jarasandha. These kings and some others are creating a tyrant rule over other kings You can rescue and free them jyesth."

"But Vasudev..."

"You have all the qualities needed to become a universal emperor and the ruler of the Kshatriyas. However, in my opinion, you cannot perform the Rajasuya sacrifice as long as the powerful Jarasandha is alive. Jarasandha intends to sacrifice all kings. We had to leave Mathura and move to Dvaravati because of our fear of Jarasandha. If you want to perform the Rajasuya sacrifice, you must free these captive kings and kill Jarasandha. Without doing this, the sacrifice cannot begin."

"But Vasudev, who will I send? I have this kingdom to look after. Who will I send after Jarasandh?"

" Send me with Parth and Bheemsen."

"No no Vasudev, how could I send you out to face Jarasandha's powerful forces alone? Bheem and Arjun are like my eyes, and you, Janardana, are my mind. Without you, what kind of life would I have? "

"It is necessary to deafeat Jarasandh for this Jyeshth."

" But Vasudev even if you confront Jarasandha's strong and unbeatable army, you would only tire yourself out and face defeat. What would be the point of your efforts then? If things don't go as planned, it could lead to disaster. Please listen to me. I believe it's best to avoid this course of action altogether. My heart is against it. The Rajasuya sacrifice seems too difficult to achieve."

"Jyesth, believe me. We can do it. Parth has Gandhiv. I have many weapons myself. And Bheem has immense courage. What good is noble birth without courage? A warrior's life is defined by challenges and battles. Even if one lacks other qualities, having valor alone can defeat enemies. Mental focus, determination, and luck lead to victory. Neglecting these leads to failure, even for the strong. Destroying Jarasandha and freeing the captive kings during the sacrifice is crucial. If we fail to do this, we'll be seen as lacking all qualities."

"But Vaudev, Jarasandh is too strong! He has eighty four kings under him."

"Trust in the strength of Bheem, the skill of Arjun, and the strategies we will employ. Together, we will face Jarasandha and liberate the captive kings. This is not just a battle for power; it is a battle for dharma itself. If you trust me and believe in our abilities, then don't hesitate. Entrust Bheem and Arjun to me without delay. Don't you trust me?"

"Please don't speak like that to me Vasudev. I trust you immensely. You are the leader of the Pandavas, and we rely on you for guidance. Everything you've said is true. You never abandon those who are under the favour of Devi Lakshmi. You act swiftly to benefit the world. I will do as you have said. Help me achieve this goal. For our mission, let Arjun follow you, who is the best of the Yadavas, and let Bheem follow Dhananjaya. Strategy, victory, and strength will succeed through courage."

Krishna nodded in acknowledgment. "Prepare the yagna, gather our forces, and make the necessary arrangements. I will consult with Bheem and Arjun, and together we will devise a plan to confront Jarasandha and ensure the success of the Rajasuya sacrifice."

With that, Krishna turned to Nakul. "Ensure that all preparations are made swiftly, Nakul. We have little time to waste."

Nakul bowed respectfully. "Yes, Bhrata. I will see to it personally."

With that Krishna returned to their chamber late at night, hoping to find Devashree asleep. Instead, he found her pacing restlessly. His eyes fell on the untouched plate of food, and he frowned, his concern growing deeper with each passing moment.

"Shree, why haven't you eaten anything? You had only a single snack in the morning. And why are you pacing when your ankles and feet are swollen?" he scolded gently, his voice filled with a mix of worry and frustration.

Devashree didn't seem to hear him. Her eyes were distant, her thoughts consumed by something far away.

Krishna's frown deepened. "Devashree," he called more firmly, "you need to take care of yourself. You can't just ignore your health like this."

Still, she remained unmoved, lost in her own world.

"Devashree," Krishna called out more firmly, stepping closer to her, "you need to take care of yourself. You can't just ignore your health like this."

Startled by his touch, Devashree let out a sharp shriek, her hand flying to her chest in surprise. "Krishn!" she exclaimed breathlessly, her eyes wide with fear. "I didn't realize you were here. You frightened me."

Krishna's concern deepened at her reaction. "Shree, you're too worked up," he said softly, moving to sit beside her on the edge of the bed. "Please, sit down and talk to me. What's troubling you?"

She shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "I don't know, Krishn. I just feel so restless. There's something wrong, I can feel it. And it's driving me mad. I guess it's the sudden change and the strange encounter earlier. I think it was just my imagination. But its fine, we are leaving for Dwarka tomorrow anyway. What were you saying though?"

Krishna hesitated, knowing he needed to break the news gently. "Shree," he began softly, "we....we won't be leaving for Dwarka tomorrow."

"Then... then where are we going?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

"I... I will be leaving for Magadh tomorrow," he explained gently. "Arjun and Bheem will accompany me. We need to confront Jarasandh."

Devashree's eyes lit up with sudden excitement. "Magadh?" she repeated, a smile breaking through her earlier distress. "I've never been to Magadh. I would love to see it. When do we leave?"

Krishna took a deep breath, knowing the disappointment he was about to cause. "Shree," he began, his voice soft and soothing, "I have to go with Arjun and Bheem. It's a dangerous mission, and I can't take you with me."

"You are leaving without me?" she repeated, her voice rising with frustration. "No, no, you can't leave me here alone!"

"Shree, it's something that cannot be postponed," he said softly, trying to reassure her.

Devashree's eyes flashed with hurt and indignation. "You brought me here with you," she accused. "I had asked you before am I really needed here when Revati bhabhi needed me at Dwarka, but you brought me here saying Bhrata Yuddhistir needs us. And now you are leaving. Why bring me with you if you're just going to leave me alone?"

"Priye," he murmured softly, reaching out to her again. "You will not be alone. Sakhi is here, and so are Jyesth, Nakul, Sahdev, Subhadra, and Pratap. They will be with you."

"It's not the same and you know it! Why bring me here if you're just going to abandon me?"

Krishna reached out to her, but she stepped back. "Shree, please understand," Krishna implored, moving closer to her. "This is not about abandoning you. It's about ensuring your safety. Magadh is not safe for you, especially in your condition."

"My condition?" she echoed, her voice rising. "You mean because I'm pregnant? Because I'm weak and vulnerable, right?"

"No, Shree, that's not what I mean," Krishna said, his tone gentle yet firm. "I love you and our child. That's why I need to make sure you stay safe here. "

"Don't talk to me!" Devashree lashed out, jerking away from his touch and turning her back to him.

"Shree," he whispered, his voice filled with desperation, "please, just listen-"

"No, Krishn!" Devashree cut him off, her voice sharp and final. "I don't want to hear it. Just... leave me alone."

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A/N

Hmm...some tension arising here.....👀

So anyway, so It was Narad Muni who had suggested the Rajasuya Yagya to Yuddhishtir, who then asked Krishna for advice......of course who better our Kanha, who has already experienced it before?

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