Draupadi stood in the grand hall of Indraprastha, attending to her daily duties when a dasi approached her with a slightly anxious expression.

"Devi, the Yuvrani of Hastinapur, Bhanumati, has arrived unannounced," the dasi informed her, bowing respectfully.

Draupadi's eyes widened in surprise. "Bhanumati? Here?" she murmured to herself. Composing herself, she gracefully made her way to the guest quarters where Bhanumati awaited her.

As Draupadi entered the room, she was met with Bhanumati's warm smile. 

"Forgive me, I have arrived here uninvited," Bhanumati said with a gentle tone, her eyes reflecting sincerity.

"No, no, you are always welcome here." Draupadi returned the smile, her mind still processing the unexpected visit. 

Bhanumati's smile widened as she stepped forward and took Draupadi's hands in her own. "Thank you," she said softly. "I was on my way to Dwarka, but thought to stop by here for a bit."

"To Dwarka?" Draupadi repeated, trying to keep her composure. She hesitated, searching for the right words. "But how can you go there...  surely you know that your husband... is getting married to the Rajkumari soon. Today is the... vagh daan."

Bhanumati chuckled lightly. "My husband promised me that I will be his only wife and I trust him. I don't think I should be worried," she said with a calm confidence that left Draupadi momentarily speechless.

She felt a pang of pity and uncertainty. 

"Oh, but the wedding date and other arrangements have already been decided. I don't think... you should go..." she trailed off, squeezing Bhanumati's hand gently, her eyes reflecting her concern.

Bhanumati chuckled again. "I don't think you should worry about me," she said, her voice carrying a subtle edge. "You should be more worried about your own marriage."

Draupadi blinked, taken aback by Bhanumati's response.

"My marriage?" she echoed, her voice tinged with a mix of confusion and defensiveness.

Bhanumati nodded, her eyes filled with a pitying gaze. "I am sad to see that your husbands care so little about you," she said, her gaze shifting briefly to Draupadi's baby bump.

Draupadi straightened up with defiance. "That's not true. They care about me. I am their priority."

Bhanumati's expression turned apologetic. "Oh, I am sorry. It's just that I was told no husband of yours is in the palace these days. I got worried, especially in your condition."

Draupadi's frown deepened. "My husbands are gone on the Digvijay Yatra for the Rajasuya. I am sure they will be arriving any day now. And Arya Yudhishthir has been busy with all the preparations. If it wasn't for the Rajasuya, everyone would be here right now."

Bhanumati sighed. "I thought you would know that the third Panduputra is already back from his Yatra. Arya had written to me saying he arrived a week back and is staying for the wedding, which I am sure won't happen."

Draupadi felt a cold shiver run down her spine. "Aryaputra... Arjun?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. Her mind raced, piecing together the implications of Bhanumati's words.

"Yes, Panduputra Arjun," Bhanumati confirmed, her voice almost a whisper. "He is there, in Dwarka. And I don't know but I heard the rumors that the Rajkumari of Dwarka holds his heart, so I came here."

"WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?" Maharaj Drupad shouted as he came into the hall catching the last bit of the conversation.

Both women turned towards the entrance, where Maharaj Drupad stood, his expression a mix of shock and anger.

Bhanumati looked unperturbed by the king's outburst. "Maharaj Drupad," she greeted him with a calm nod. "I was merely discussing some concerns with Draupadi."

Maharaj Drupad's eyes narrowed. "Concerns? What concerns?" he demanded, his voice stern.

"About Panduputra Arjun and Rajkumari of Dwarka. I apologize for any distress my words may have caused. I merely conveyed what I have heard, and thought Draupadi better be prepared."

"Prepared for what?" Maharaj Drupad's voice was now filled with barely controlled fury.

"To welcome a co-wife, of course," Bhanumati said, her tone composed and matter-of-fact.

The room fell into a tense silence. Draupadi felt her heart pounding, the shock of Bhanumati's words reverberating through her. Maharaj Drupad's eyes blazed with anger .

"No," Draupadi said, her voice steadying. "My husbands love me. Whatever you may think, our bond is strong. And I trust Arya Arjun to honor that bond."

"Of course, Draupadi. But I hope for your sake that your trust is well-placed."

"You have shared enough," Maharaj Drupad said sharply. "Your presence here is no longer required."

Bhanumati bowed gracefully. "As you wish, Maharaj. I will take my leave now." She paused, looking back at Draupadi and then at Maharaj Drupad. "But before I go, Maharaj, you may want to make sure that everything is actually alright. Why don't you go to Dwarka yourself and check? I am only saying this for your daughter's good. Otherwise, do as you wish."

Maharaj Drupad's face tightened with barely restrained anger, but a flicker of uncertainty crossed his eyes.

"Think about it, Maharaj," Bhanumati continued, her voice smooth and persuasive. "Isn't it better to be certain? To know for sure that Draupadi's trust is not misplaced?" 

Maharaj Drupad's face tightened, his anger barely contained. "Leave now, Devi."

Bhanumati's lips curled into a faint smile as she bowed once more. "I wish you well, Draupadi. And I hope that your trust remains unbroken." 

With that, she departed, leaving Maharaj Drupad and Draupadi standing in the grand hall, the weight of her words lingering in the air.

Draupadi watched her father clench his fists, his jaw set in a hard line. "I trust Arya Arjun, Pita Maharaj. These are all just rumors," she said, trying to reassure him.

"The servants are talking," he said, his voice heavy with concern. "Rumors can spread like wildfire, and I will not have anyone talking nonsense."

He remembered what his son-in-law had said to him. 

I give my word that I will always respect your daughter, Maharaj, and protect her honor. Arjun had said with unwavering sincerity during the wedding ceremony.

Has he forgotten this promise, or is there more to this than meets the eye?

Maharaj Drupad's thoughts were a whirlwind of concern and doubt. He did not want to believe that Arjun could break his vow, but Bhanumati's words had sown a seed of uncertainty. He glanced at Draupadi, who stood with unwavering faith in her eyes. He did not want to alarm her further.

"You're right, Draupadi," Maharaj Drupad said, forcing a reassuring smile. "There is no need to worry.

Draupadi felt a sense of relief wash over her. "Yes, Pitashree." 

As Draupadi returned to her quarters, Maharaj Drupad's expression hardened once more. He couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that had settled in his chest. Despite his reassurances to Draupadi, he needed to know the truth for himself.

Later that evening, when the palace was quiet, Maharaj Drupad discreetly summoned a trusted servant. "Prepare my chariot," he ordered. "We leave for Dwarka immediately."

*******

Subhadra sat in her chambers, surrounded by dasis who busied themselves with her hair and jewelry. Her heart felt as though it were encased in ice, it felt heavy and constricted, as if bound by invisible chains. The previous night's confrontation with Pratap was still haunting her mind.

She stared at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes were red-rimmed from a night of weeping and forced herself to sit still as a dasi adjusted her heavy attire. Her hands trembled slightly as she adjusted her earrings, the golden hoops feeling like weights pulling her down.

"Can I come in?" 

Subhadra's head jerked up, and she saw his reflection in the mirror. "Of course, Bharatashree, you are always welcome," she replied, her voice strained as she attempted a smile that came off as a grimace.

"Ready for the day?" Krishna asked, his tone neutral.

"Yes... yes, quite excited," Subhadra stammered, her voice betraying her.

Krishna raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on his lips. "I am surprised you are happy. Didn't you say that you loved someone else?"

Subhadra turned quickly, trying to hide the tears that threatened to spill once more. She fiddled with her earring, her hands shaking. "N-no... it was just some silly infatuation. Besides, the prospect of marrying into the Kuru family is too good. I am so happy I am getting married into such a family."

Krishna watched her intently, noticing the tremble in her voice. But he said nothing about her obvious distress. "As you wish. Silly me, I thought my dear sister was not happy. I was afraid for a while. After all, the Parmatma has given every being the right to be independent, to live their life as their own choice. Anything against it is adharm. But seeing as it's your choice and you are happy, makes me glad."

Krishna turned to leave, but desperation surged within her. "Bhratashree, won't you bless me today?"

Krishna paused and turned back, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "My blessings are always with you, Bhadre."

"Please... I feel very nervous. Please, Bhrata." Subhadra's eyes pleaded with him as she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.

Krishna chuckled softly, stepping closer. He held his palm up, facing outward, as if to bless her. "Do you know what this is, Bhadre?" he asked, his tone taking on a deeper quality.

Subhadra looked at his hand, her eyes reflecting confusion and hope. "Your blessing?" she ventured, her voice trembling.

Krishna shook his head gently and gestured towards his open palm. "This is the Abhaya mudra. Do you know what it means?"

Subhadra shook her head slowly, her eyes fixed on his hand.

"Abhaya means 'fearless.' This mudra is a projection of not just being fearless but also inspiring others to be just so. It is a symbol of protection, reassurance, and the dispelling of fear. When I hold my hand like this, it is a reminder that you have the strength within you to face any challenge without fear."

The trembling in her hands ceased as she reached out to touch his palm. "Fearless...?" she whispered, as if testing the word on her lips.

"Yes fearless, which is why I did not feel the need to bless you. I know my sister is courageous , she dosen't need my blessing because she already has it as does every fearless and  courageous being."

"But what if... what if I am too afraid?" Subhadra whispered, her voice breaking.

Krishna's gaze softened. "Courage is not the absence of fear, Bhadre. It is the strength to act despite it, to rise above the fear. Fear is natural, it is felt by every living being, it reminds us that we are alive. But allowing fear to control you, to dictate your choices, that is not living."

Subhadra looked down, her thoughts racing. "But if I speak out, I risk everything. Our family, our honor... I don't know if I can bear that."

Krishna placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "True honor comes from living in accordance with dharma, not from the opinions of others, Bhadre. Standing up for what is right, even when it is difficult, is the essence of courage.

Subhadra felt a tear slip down her cheek. "I want to be brave, Bharatashree, but......but its hard."

Krishna took her hand gently, "You already have that strength within you, Subhadra. It is woven into the very fabric of your being. Remember, you are the daughter of Yadava blood, a sister to warriors and kings and so much more. "

She squeezed his hand, drawing strength from his words. "Thank you, Bharatashree. I will try... I will try to be fearless."

Krishna nodded."That's all you can do, Bhadre. Try. Be fearless and you will always find me with you."

"Are the brother and sister finished exchanging secrets?" Devashree's head popped up at the door.

Krishna glanced at his wife. "No, not yet. Go away," he replied teasingly.

"What's this, go away? Everyone is waiting in the hall." Mata Devaki appeared beside her.

 "They'll have to wait some more."  Devashree murmured, under her breath. Krishna shot her a stern look. Devashree grinned impishly as she and Mata Devaki entered the chamber.

"Did you say something, Putri?" Mata Devaki inquired.

Devashree shook her head innocently, "Nothing, Mata."

"Come on be quick all of you."

"What's the hurry Mata, we have all the time in the world." Krishna interjected.

"You've kept them waiting enough, Putra. The muhurat is slipping away." she scolded her son moving pass him to embrace Subhadra. "You look absolutely beautiful, my dear."

She adjusted the final details of her attire with a motherly touch. 

Meanwhile, Krishna pulled Devashree closer, playfully leaning in to kiss her cheek. However, Devashree kept her hands firmly on his chest to stop him, and pointed to Krishna's nose with a smirk. "There's something on your nose, Swami. Go clean it," she teased, pulling away.

Krishna caught her hand gently, refusing to let her go. "Why should I clean it when I have you to do it for me?" he quipped with a wink.

"Look at them! These two start anywhere. Is there a time and place for you two?" Mata Devaki chided with affectionate exasperation.

Subhadra giggled at them.

"Mata..." Krishna began to protest.

"Nothing. Let's go now. Eveyone is waiting," Mata Devaki insisted, guiding Subhadra towards the door.

Devashree gave Krishna a knowing look. "See? Even Mata agrees with me."

Krishna sighed dramatically. "It seems I am outnumbered."

"Outnumbered and outwitted," Devashree added, a triumphant glint in her eyes.

Krishna laughed, a sound filled with warmth and love. "Perhaps, but I wouldn't trade this for anything in the world." 

As they walked together, Subhadra followed behind the three.

"Have you eaten anything?" Krishna asked Devashree, his voice carrying a hint of concern.

Devashree rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh, please, Swami. I'm not a child," she replied.

"I know, but you must take care of yourself," he insisted gently.

"Yes, yes, I'll eat something," she conceded, leaning into him briefly.

Krishna chuckled softly, reaching out to playfully tousle her hair. "Good. I know how cranky you get when you're hungry," he teased, earning a playful swat from Devashree.

"Stop it, Swami!" she protested, feigning exasperation. "Do you have any idea how long it took me to brush and style this to be perfect?" She gestured towards her hair, which cascaded elegantly over her shoulders, adorned with delicate ornaments.

"Oh really? But you always look perfect, my dear. What's so different about today?" he teased, his voice laced with playful admiration.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Swami," she quipped, though a smile played at the corners of her lips.

"Flatterry gets me everywhere all the time, Shree." Krishna retorted.

Devashree tilted her head. "Flattery may work with everyone else, Swami, but not with me," she retorted, her tone teasing yet affectionate.

 "Ah, but you're the exception to every rule, aren't you?" he countered with a gentle grin.

"And don't you forget it," she whispered back, her tone softening.

"I wouldn't dare. Besides, who else would put up with my antics?"

Devashree raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I'm sure there would be a line of people waiting to take my place," she said, her voice dripping with mock skepticism.

Krishna laughed. "Perhaps. But none could match your patience and... sharp tongue."

"You're one to talk, Swami. Your wit is sharper than a sword."

"Ah, but my dear Shree," Krishna said, leaning even closer, "it's your fiery spirit that keeps me on my toes. Without you, life would be far too dull."

"Flattery again," Devashree said, rolling her eyes. "I thought we established that doesn't work on me."

"Oh, come on, Priye," Krishna teased, using an endearing term. "You secretly enjoy it, don't you?"

Devashree sighed , her facade of resistance crumbling as a smile tugged at her lips. "Maybe just a little," she admitted.

Krishna grinned triumphantly. "I knew it!"

"But I do wonder, does my dear Shree remember that one time when she accidentally burned the kheer?" Krishna's eyes danced with mischief.

Devashree's eyes widened in mock horror. "Swami! That was ages ago! I told you not to bring that up again."

Krishna chuckled, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "How could I forget? The smell lingered for days."

Devashree narrowed her eyes at him. ""You promised never to mention that again!"

"I did? Well, I must have forgotten," Krishna teased.

"It was your fault for distracting me!"

"Oh, so it's my fault now?" Krishna teased, leaning in closer. "I seem to recall you insisting on making it yourself because it was a special occasion."

"Yes, and you kept talking and joking and...distracting me from my work," Devashree retorted, her cheeks flushing slightly.

Krishna laughed. "Guilty as charged. But in my defense, you do make the best kheer when you're not... preoccupied."

Devashree shook her head, unable to suppress her laughter. "You and your silver tongue, Swami. Always getting yourself out of trouble."

"Who, me? I'm as innocent as a newborn calf!"

Devashree snorted. "Innocent? You? Swami, you and innocent are two opposite words."

"You wound me, Shree. I am the very picture of innocence!" Krishna feigned a hurt expression, placing a hand over his heart.

Devashree rolled her eyes. "Yes, innocent like a fox in a henhouse."

Krishna's laughter filled the room, warm and genuine. " Well, this fox is lucky to have such a sharp ,clever,  beautiful and forgiving wife," Krishna replied smoothly, winking at her.

Devashree's playful annoyance melted away, replaced by a look of fondness. "You really are impossible."

"Impossible to resist, I hope," Krishna said, his tone turning tender.

"Most days, yes," Devashree admitted, her eyes twinkling with affection. "But don't push your luck."

Mata Devaki glanced back at Subhadra, her smile widening as she noticed the young bride-to-be observing the interaction between Krishna and Devashree. 

"Don't mind them, putri, you know they are always like this. Though quite beautiful, aren't they?"

"Yes, it's beautiful. Their love." Subhadra said it with longing.

Subhadra watched Krishna and Devashree's playful banter with a mix of admiration and yearning. She marveled at their effortless connection, the way they seemed to complete each other's sentences, and the genuine affection that radiated between them.

Did she want such love? ......Yes! 

But was she willing to fight for it? Did she have the courage to stand up against the expectations and traditions that bound her? 

Her breathing became labored, and her hands turned clammy with the weight of her thoughts. It was now or never, she told herself.

Her breaths became uneven as she grasped the window curtains for support. She closed her eyes trying to calm herself but then she opened them, he was right before her. Pratap was preparing his horse to leave in the horse shed.

Her heart skipped a beat. Was he leaving so soon? 

She looked back at Krishna and Devashree, their banter continuing with lighthearted teasing and affectionate glances. She wanted that same love with Pratap. But would she fight for him?

Yes, she will!

Her resolve hardened as she looked back at Krishna and Devashree once more, her mind made up. She silently exited from the back, determined to take a stand for her own happiness.

A little later, as they continued walking, Mata Devaki turned and noticed Subhadra's absence. "Where is Subhadra?" she exclaimed, concern creasing her brow. "Should we send the dasis to find her?"

"No need," Devashree said quickly, her voice escaping before she could stop herself.

"What she means, Mata, is that Subhadra probably went back to her room. She must have forgotten something. She will be back soon, I believe. We must wait."

Mata Devaki looked at her son, slightly puzzled but trusting. "Very well, but she mustn't be too long. The auspicious time is slipping away."

"Don't worry, Mata," Krishna reassured her with a gentle smile. "Everything shall be alright."

*******

Devashree hurried towards the horse shed, her hand instinctively cradling her swollen abdomen as she moved. She glanced back once or twice, ensuring no one had noticed her absence from the group.

As she approached the caretaker noticed her and hurried over. "Dwarkeshwari ki jai ho! Did you need something, my lady?" he asked respectfully.

Devashree shook her head quickly, trying to gather her thoughts. "No, no, I'm just... here because I was feeling a bit nauseous," she managed to say, her voice slightly breathless.

The caretaker's expression shifted to concern. "Oh, let me call the soldiers. They can fetch the vaidhya for you."

"No, no, there's no need," Devashree replied hastily, trying to calm the situation. "Actually, I feel quite nice here now that I've come. The air... it's refreshing."

The caretaker raised an eyebrow, clearly perplexed. "Refreshing? You mean the smell of horse dung?" he asked cautiously.

Devashree faltered for a moment, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Y-yes, it's... it's strangely soothing. You know, pregnancy cravings and all," she managed to say with a nervous laugh.

The caretaker nodded, though still unsure. "As you wish, Devi," he murmured respectfully.

Seizing the opportunity, Devashree moved quickly to a nearby horse, gently patting its flank as she tried to conceal herself from view. "Please don't expose me," she whispered to the horse, who snorted softly in response, as if understanding her plea.

In the dimly lit horse shed, Pratap was busy preparing his horse for departure. The leather reins creaked under his grip, his knuckles white with determination. His heart ached, unable to bear the thought of his beloved Subhadra being tied to someone else.

He knew he wouldn't be able to see it.

"Pratap, there's still time. Anything can change," Arjun implored, his voice laced with urgency. "Plus, I know Madhav won't let any adharm take place."

"I can't bear it anymore, mitra. I can't stand here and watch my love being tied to someone else." Pratap snapped, his voice rough with frustration. He mounted his horse, the animal shifting restlessly beneath him.

"Don't go back to Kripalakshya yet. If not for anyone else, at least listen to me."

Pratap tightened his hold on the reins, his jaw set with determination. "Enough, Arjun. I've made up my mind." He urged the horse forward, the beast's hooves clattering against the stone floor.

But then, a figure appeared in front of the horse, causing Pratap to pull back abruptly.

Subhadra.

A dozen emotions flashed across Pratap's face—shock, confusion, and then a hardened resolve. He turned to Arjun, his voice icy.

"Would you tell your sister to leave my path? Maybe you don't know this, but I don't take kindly to anyone stopping my path. Chandan, you have seen this side of me in several wars, right? Tell them."

Chandan, standing nearby, looked uneasy. He was the loyal companion of Pratap.

"Suniye, this situation is more sensitive than any war field. It would be better if you leave." His wife spoke softly.

Chandan hesitated for a moment, then joined his hands in front of Pratap. "Kshama kare Rajkumar, I should go as my wife says, after my marriage I have come to realize that a husband's well-being lies in silently obeying his wife's words, without any argument."

Arjun couldn't help but chuckle at this, though he quickly tried to stifle it when Pratap shot him a glare.

Pratap looked at Subhadra, his gaze piercing through the tension. "Tell the Rajkumari to move Arjun" he commanded, his voice cold and detached. "This is not the time for games."

Subhadra's eyes locked with Pratap's, and without a word, she reached out and grabbed the reins of his horse, standing her ground. Pratap's eyes widened in surprise and frustration.

"What is wrong with your sister, Arjun? What does she even want with me now?" Pratap asked, frustration evident in his tone.

Arjun chuckled again, unable to resist the situation's irony. "Didn't you say you knew my sister well enough? She has grabbed the reins; now she won't leave it."

Pratap's jaw clenched. "I know that's why I am asking you."

Arjun shrugged. "Don't pull me into your fight now. I'm going inside; otherwise, all will blame me." With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Pratap and Subhadra to their standoff.

Pratap looked down at Subhadra, his expression a mix of exasperation and something deeper, something he couldn't quite name. "Let me go, Rajkumari. Leave the reins."

Subhadra smiled. "You must have heard the stories of the stubbornness of the princesses of Aryavarta. Now, you shall see it for yourself. I won't let you leave today."

"Are you threatening me?" he demanded, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Subhadra met his gaze unwaveringly. "Think of it as such," she replied calmly.

Pratap sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "You wanted me to go, and now I am going. What is this now? Why are you tormenting me so?"

"You said to me that if you were worth fighting for, I should fight for you. Well, here I am, ready to fight," Subhadra declared, her voice steady.

Pratap shook his head, his patience wearing thin. "You want me to fight the entire Yadava army that Balram dau would send after me?"

"I thought you would do it for me."

"That I would. But right now I am out of patience. If it were up to me, I would have whisked you away this instant."

"Then who's stopping you?" Subhadra challenged, her resolve unshaken.

Pratap's eyes narrowed as he processed Subhadra's words.

Then in one swift motion, he pulled on the reins and leaned forward, lifting Subhadra onto the horse in front of him. She gasped slightly but quickly settled, wrapping her arms around his waist for support.

"I guess I have no choice but to take you with me," Pratap murmured, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"Yes, Pratap. Take me with you. I am ready to face whatever comes our way."

Pratap looked around, ensuring that no one else was nearby to witness their departure. He then turned his horse towards the palace gates, his grip firm on the reins and his heart resolute

Subhadra held on tightly, her heart pounding with both fear and excitement.

"You realize there's no turning back now, don't you?" Pratap glanced down at Subhadra.

Subhadra met his gaze. "I know. And I wouldn't have it any other way."

As Pratap lifted Subhadra onto the horse and rode away, a smile of satisfaction lit Devashree's face. 

Just then, she felt a presence behind her and turned around to see Krishna. She let out a small gasp, but Krishna quickly placed his hand over her mouth to stifle the sound.

"Honestly, Priye," Krishna whispered, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Devashree made puppy eyes, her expression one of innocence. "I had to see this, Swami. This is better than all the prem nataks Mata has ever arranged," she whispered back, her excitement barely contained.

Krishna rolled his eyes, though a fond smile played on his lips. "You and your love for drama."

"But what are you doing here?" Devashree asked, her voice hushed but urgent. "Shouldn't you be with Balram dau, delaying him?" She tried to shoo him away with a flick of her hand.

Krishna sighed, shaking his head. "I did try, but he was very adamant about finding Subhadra for himself."

"That's still good then isn't it, Subhadra will soon be out of Dwarka."

"I fear it's too late, Priye."

"What do you mean?" Devashree asked.

"Look there," he added, tilting her chin to direct her gaze towards a chariot in the distance.

Devashree's eyes widened as she saw Balram on the chariot, his expression one of fierce determination as he drove towards the path Pratap and Subhadra had taken.

"Oh no, Swami! 

"Don't worry—" Krishna began, but Devashree cut him off, her excitement bubbling over.

"Who's worrying, Swami? But we are missing out on some action. Let's go! Go fast, bring a chariot," she insisted.

Krishna raised an eyebrow, amused. "Priye—"

Devashree cut him off again, her eyes sparkling. "Come on, Swami, the climax is starting, and I am not missing it. Either I climb this horse right now, or you bring a chariot."

Krishna shook his head, a chuckle escaping his lips. "What should I do with you, Priye?"

"Obey me, of course," Devashree retorted with a playful grin.

Krishna sighed theatrically, a smile tugging at his lips. "Very well, my lady. Your wish is my command." He turned and motioned for a nearby chariot to be brought over quickly.

Within moments, a chariot arrived, and Krishna helped Devashree onto it. She settled in, her excitement palpable, and Krishna took the reins.

"Hold on tight," he said with a grin, and with a flick of the reins, the chariot sped off towards the path where Balram's chariot was headed.

"This is going to be epic, Swami!"

*******

A/N

कहाँ से कहाँ आ गए हम, और क्या से क्या हो रहा
जहाँ कभी रुक्मी था खड़ा, वहाँ आज बलराम है बड़ा

रुक्मी की जिद्द का ज़माना गया, बलराम का साहस आया
जहाँ एक भाई ने थामा था हाथ, दूसरा भाई फिर सजग खड़ा

What are you doing dau? ...x🙃..mata chodegi nahi phir mat kehna...

Anyways do vote if are excited for the next part just as Devashree is..💕. Until next time.....❤️❤️