A/N: Don't be silent readers. —your thoughts and feedback matter! Whether it's about your favorite moment, what made you laugh, or even what left you in tears, I'd love to hear it all. Let's make this story even better together. ❤️ Drop a comment, share your feelings, and let's keep this journey alive! 🙌✨

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FROM THE SKY, GARUD DESCENDED AND WITH A POWERFUL GUST LANDED IN THE COURTYARD.

"Garuda will take us," Krishna answered stepping forward and placing a hand on the bird's neck. Garuda lowered his head. He knelt low, his wings folding in to allow them to mount. Krishna climbed first, extending his arms to take Pradyumna from her. "Give him to me."

Devashree carefully handed the sleeping baby over. With one arm holding Pradyumna securely, Krishna reached out to her. 

"Come, Priye."

She placed her hand in his, letting him pull her up onto Garuda's back. As she settled on his lap, Krishna adjusted his hold around her and Pradyumna, ensuring they were safe.

Garuda rose with a mighty beat of his wings and the ground fell away beneath them and the small village became a patchwork of fields and rooftops. Devashree's gaze instinctively fell downward and her heart clenched. 

Yashoda Maiyaa had her hands clasped tightly to her chest. Tears were streaming down her face her shoulders trembling with silent sobs. Devashree could see Nand Baba standing behind her, his arm wrapped around her for support.

Guilt washed over her in waves. 

"I shouldn't have been so stubborn," she murmured. "I shouldn't have insisted on visiting. All I've done is reopen wounds they had long learned to live with."

Fingers brushed against her cheek wiping away her tears. She looked up to find Krishna gazing at her with understanding. "Priye, you have done nothing wrong."

"But she's hurting, Swami," Devashree said "I can see it in her eyes."

Krishna pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "Love often comes with pain and you carry no blame for their pain. It exists because of love, and love is never wrong."

"But I-" she began, only for Krishna to interrupt her by tilting her chin upward tenderly.

"You brought them joy today, even if it was bittersweet. They will cry, yes, but they will also smile. And they will always remember their grandson in their arms, their family, united even for a brief moment. That, too, is a gift."

The weight of his words settled over her, melting some of the guilt she carried. Without a word, she leaned forward and buried her face in the crook of Krishna's neck. But the peaceful moment didn't last. A sudden tug at her hair made her sit up in surprise. She turned to find Pradyumna, wide awake and grinning mischievously, his tiny fist clutching a strand of her hair.

"Arey, Tanu!" she exclaimed, gently prying her hair free from his grasp. "What are you doing, hmm? Have you forgotten how to sleep these past days? Can't you give your poor mother a break?"

The baby responded with a giggle, his tiny hand releasing her hair to point upward at the sky.

Devashree followed his gaze to the fluffy white clouds floating lazily above them. His chubby fingers wiggled excitedly as if trying to grasp the clouds themselves.

"Oh, so that's what it is," she said. "You're trying to grab the clouds now, are you?"

Pradyumna squealed in delight, Krishna chuckled, holding the baby a little higher to help him touch the white wisps floating by. Devashree laughed and wound her arms around her husband putting her head on his chest. Life was so good with these two close...

"MATA!!!!!!" 

Devashree jerked in surprise, her head snapping down to see Balram Dau waving his arms wildly.

"MATA, REVATI, NISHATH.....LOOK WHO'S BACK!!" He shouted again. But then his eyes fell on the thing that they were seated on. No..it was not a flying chariot as he had initially thought.

Balram threw his arms in the air. "Why in the name of the seven oceans did you have to call that overgrown pigeon?!"

Garud's sharp eyes narrowed instantly. He was not meant to hear it but he did. Will he be the sensible guy and ignore it? Of course not! It was his duty to pay back if anybody insulted an honorable and majestic creature such as him.

"I mean, really!" Balram continued "Couldn't you have just walked? Or used a chariot? Why does he always have to show off like he owns the sky?!"

Garud screeched loudly and swooped down with terrifying precision, his massive talons landing directly on Balram's path. Dust flew in every direction and nobody could see a thing.

When they landed Balram was nowhere to be seen. Garud ruffled his golden feathers with smug satisfaction. The dust he had stirred settled slowly, and everyone squinted through the haze.

"Where's Dau?" Devashree exclaimed, spinning in place "He was just here!"

Revati and Nishath hurried over. "He was yelling just a moment ago," Revati said. "Now he's...gone?"

Devashree narrowed her eyes and turned toward the enormous bird. "Garud..."

"Yes, Priya Mate?" Garud replied, his tone saccharine.

"What did you do?"

"Me?" Garud flared his wings in indignation. "I did nothing at all! I merely landed. If Balram had decided to flee away, well... that's hardly my fault, is it?"

"Garud," Devashree said firmly "if you've hidden him somewhere, you'd better bring him back. Now."

"Mate, try to understand his poor state of mind. He must have been so frightened that I am sure he has returned to the Ksheera where he belongs, that little snakling."

Krishna tried to keep a straight face but failed spectacularly and a snort escaped him. "Garud," he said. "You didn't... accidentally sit on him, did you?"

"Me? Of course not!"

But soon a muffled voice came from beneath Garud's talons. "I'm right here! This blasted bird has me pinned!"

Sure enough, there was Balram, squashed flat on his stomach.

Krishna knelt down. "Dau, is that you? I can't see clearly. Perhaps this 'overgrown pigeon' has obstructed my view."

"Stop laughing and help me up!" Balram roared. "And tell this bird to move before I turn him into dinner!"

"Garud!" Devashree scolded.

Garud sighed and lifted one of his talons. From within his grip emerged a very disheveled Balram, dangling by the back of his dhoti.

"Put me down!" Balram bellowed. "This is an insult! A disgrace! You oversized rooster, I'll—" 

Garud jerked him off and Balram flew.

All heads turned skyward to see Balram dangling a high branch of the tallest tree in the courtyard, his sash caught on the branch.

"Garud!" Balram roared, "Get me down this instant, you overgrown feather duster!"

Garud tilted his head. "Why, Dau, I thought you'd appreciate the view. Dwarka looks quite majestic from up there, doesn't it?"

Krishna doubled over in laughter, clutching Pradyumna, who was giggling along with him, though he clearly didn't understand what was happening. Devashree pressed her palm to her forehead.

"Garud," she said. "Get him down. Now."

"Of course, Mate," Garud replied.

With a single powerful beat of his wings, Garud soared to the branch, carefully plucking Balram .

Balram glared down at him. "If you even think about dropping me, I swear I'll—"

"Relax," Garud interrupted with innocence. "I would never do such a thing... intentionally."

The next moment Balram found himself on the ground eating dust. 

"Garud!" Balram roared. "You—You—"

"Me?" Garud interrupted smoothly, his head tilting to one side. "A celestial being, a loyal servant, and a majestic creature? Why, thank you, I'm flattered."

Revati clamped a hand over her mouth to suppress a laugh.

"I warned you!!!! You chicken!"

Garud gave a casual shrug. "Anyone can make such mistakes" he replied with sarcasm.

Balram turned to Krishna. "This is why I don't like him! He's always got an attitude!"

"It's okay, forgive him, Dau. Aren't you the elder one?" Krishna chuckled

Balram glared at Krishna before turning to Devashree. "Mata, you saw what he did! Say something to him!"

Devashree rounded upon Garud.  "Garud, you've gone too far this time." she scolded.

"Mate, it's not my fault my form is so enormous and I did not notice someone the size of a pebble below me."

"Pebble? Did you just call me a pebble, you oversized feather duster?" Balram's face turned an alarming shade of red.

 "Oh, forgive me, Dau. I didn't mean to insult you. Perhaps 'grain of sand' would be more fitting?" Garud put on a thinking face if that was possible.

"Garud!" Devashree snapped, "Enough with the jokes. You're making things worse! Apologize to Dau. Now."

"Apologize? To him? Mate, with all due respect—"

"Now, Garud," Devashree repeated, her tone leaving no room for argument.

The mighty bird huffed. "I humbly apologize, Dau, for any discomfort my massive and majestic form may have caused you. It seems my... actions were not to your liking."

Balram narrowed his eyes. "You—"

"Dau," Devashree interjected, shooting him a warning look. "Accept the apology gracefully."

Balram grumbled under his breath but eventually muttered, "Fine. Apology accepted. But don't think I've forgotten this, Garud."

Garud tilted his neck. "Of course, Dau. Your forgiveness means the world to me." If you haven't guessed it was sarcasm alright.

Krishna placed a hand on Balram's shoulder. "Come now, Dau. Let it go. After all, it's not every day you get to see Dwarka from such a unique perspective."

Balram glared at him. "You're enjoying this far too much, Kanha."

"Come, let's all head inside. I'm sure there's something sweet in the kitchen to soothe your bruised ego."

Balram shot one final glare at the massive bird before turning away, muttering under his breath about the terrible things he was going to do to Garud if he ever did that again.

Pradyumna, meanwhile, was still giggling, his tiny hands clapping as he found the entire scene far more amusing than anyone else. Balram snatched him from Krishna's arms.

 "You little traitor, laughing at your Tatshree's misfortune, are you? Just wait until you grow up—I'll have you carrying my mace as punishment! Whose side are you on, hmm?"

Pradyumna was unfazed and grabbed Balram's nose with his chubby fingers, letting out a squeal.

 "Careful, Dau. He might grow up to be just as mischievous as his father. Perhaps even more."

Balram huffed, gently detaching the baby's grip from his nose. "Then the world is doomed. One Krishna is bad enough, two will be a disaster."

"Or a blessing," Devashree added with a smile, taking Pradyumna from Balram's arms.

"Blessing, indeed," Balram muttered as he watched Pradyumna cuddle against his mother.

"Come on," Krishna said, draping an arm over his brother's shoulders. "Let's get inside before Garud decides to 'accidentally' land on you again."

 "For the record, I would never repeat the same mistake. Though..."Garud said. "If someone keeps calling me names, I might reconsider."

Balram spun around, pointing a finger at the giant bird. "Don't push your luck, bird brain!"

"Dau!" Devashree warned.

Krishna laughed, steering Balram toward the palace. "Let's go before this turns into another round."

As they walked away, Pradyumna peeked over Devashree's shoulder, waving at Garud with an innocent toothless grin. Garud gave a low, approving screech and bowed low.

 Life in Dwarka was never dull. But the same couldn't be said about Hastinapur.

Because currently, Duryodhan was sobbing into his pillow. Yes, you heard that right.  He was Sobbing!

"What's wrong bhanje? " Shakuni asked.

"Kill me now, Mamashri. Please, just end my misery. Or let me drink poison and be done with it. I can't take this anymore!"

Shakuni raised an eyebrow. "What's troubling you so deeply, my dear nephew?"

"The Panduputras!" Duryodhan spat. "They're swimming in wealth and glory while I'm left to rot in this palace! Mahabali Shishupal was slain so effortlessly, and not a single king dared to stand against that Vasudev Krishna. It's humiliating!"

Shakuni's lips curled into a sly smile. "Ah, so you're jealous, aren't you, bhanje?"

"How can I not be, Mamashri?" Duryodhan snapped. "They have everything—endless riches, powerful allies, divine blessings, and weapons beyond compare! I want it all, Mamashri. I want to defeat them, to claim this entire earth and its treasures as mine!"

Shakuni leaned closer. "Then take it, my dear nephew. Who says you don't have allies? You have your brothers—mighty warriors, every one of them. You have me, the Sutputra Karna, and the unwavering loyalty of Dronacharya and Kripacharya. But if you truly want to defeat the Panduputras and that cunning Vasudev, you'll need more than strength and loyalty. You'll need a strategy... something devious."

 "What do you mean, Mamashri? What's your plan?"

Shakuni's eyes gleamed with malice. "The key to defeating the Panduputras lies in conquering their foundation—their unity. And their unity rests on Yudhishthir. If we bring him to his knees, the rest will crumble like a house of cards."

"Yudhishthir?" Duryodhan repeated, frowning. "But how, Mamashri? He's the righteous one."

Shakuni chuckled darkly. "Righteousness, my dear bhanje, can be both a strength and a weakness. Yudhishthir's dharma binds him, and makes him predictable. And that is where we'll strike. Come, let us speak to the king."

"King Yudhishthir?" Duryodhan asked, confused.

"No, you fool—" Shakuni caught himself. "I mean, King Dhritarashtra.

They both went to the king.

"Maharaj," Shakuni started to say. "Look at your son.—though perhaps it's better to say, sense him. Can you not feel how pale, thin, and yellow he has become? Your eldest son is drowning in grief."

"Why putra? You have everything at your disposal. You wear the best of garments. You eat food laced with meat. You ride the best horses. Why are you then yellow and thin? Expensive beds, beautiful women, houses with all the qualities and pleasure grounds are there for your happiness. Then what's the matter?"

"Pitashree, I do eat and dress but I do not have the best garments or food! Do you know that Kounteya Yuddhishtir supports eighty-eight thousand snataka householders and each of them has thirty servant apsaras? Besides this, ten thousand others always eat the best of food inYudhishthir's house, that too served on golden plates. The king of Kambojasends him black, dark and red skins of deer, expensive blankets, chariots, women and cattle, and horses in hundreds and thousands. I have never seen nor heard of such an inflow of wealth as I saw at the Rajusuya of that Paduputra! Thousands of cattle, Varundev's brass pots filled with amrit, carts filled with jewels and whatnot?! Oh, look how my hair is standing on its end Pitashree....I am burning from inside."

Dhritarashtra sighed. "What would you have me do, Putra? We cannot do anything. I cannot strip the Panduputras of what is rightfully theirs."

"Of course not, Maharaj," Shakuni said with a sly smile. "We would never suggest anything unjust. But there is a way—a fair way—to give your son what he deserves. A game of dice. Yudhishthir is a man of dharma, he will not refuse an invitation to play. And in the game, we will see where fortune truly lies."

Duryodhan's eyes lit up.  "Yes, Pitashree! This is the answer. Yudhishthir cannot refuse. He will come, and I will win back everything that is rightfully ours. You don't know how they made fun of me! I feel into a pond and Vikrodhar laughed at me. So did Arjun and Panchali. A game of dice is just what I need."

Dhritarashtra hesitated. " A game of dice sounds...... underhanded."

Shakuni's smile widened. "Maharaj, it is but a game—a contest of chance and skill. There is no deceit in it, only the will of fate. Trust me and fate."

"I shall ask the ministers and Mahamantri Vidur and get back to you," Dhritarashtra said.

"No Pitashree! If you consult him then he will try to stop you and then I will kill myself! Then you enjoy yourself with Vidur and forget me altogether!"

"No Putra!" He sighed. "Fine. Send the servants to construct a large hall with thousands of pillars and hundreds of doors. When it is scatteredwith gems and dice everywhere, quietly come and report to me that ithas been built well and that it is fit to be entered. Now be off."

Once they both had gone Dhritarashtra called Mahamantri Vidur because he never took any decision without consulting him.

"Maharaj, you summoned me?"

"Yes, Vidur," Dhritarashtra said. "I seek your counsel on a matter of great importance. Sit with me."

Vidur took his seat. "What troubles you, Maharaj?"

Dhritarashtra told him everything. Vidur was horrified.

"Maharaj, this is the invitation and door straight to KALI! Stop this at once! Otherwise, there will be war among our family. "

"Then let there be, Mahamantri. The game of dice is destined and you shouldn't worry so much. I will there, so will Bhishma. Nothing wrong will happen. Go to Khandavaprastha andbring Yudhishthira."

"But Maharaj-"

"I have decided Vidur and there is no going back."

Vidur's heart sank. "As you wish, Maharaj. But mark my words—this decision will lead to strife and sorrow for the Kuru dynasty. You may not see it now, but the seeds of destruction are being sown."

Dhritarashtra turned his face away. "Enough, Vidur. Carry out my orders. Nothing evil will happen."

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MATURE SCENE AHEAD...... 

(Though in my opinion, I shouldn't have to inform you all because this story is marked as Mature.)

Devashree woke up to pleasure coursing through her. Her eyes opened as his musk scent filled her senses. She felt his lips trace her jaw and move down her neck. Devashree gasped softly and arched instinctively into Krishna's touch. His fingers trailed down her side, leaving goosebumps in their wake. She turned her head, seeking his lips, and he obliged, capturing her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss.

Krishna lowered himself, feeling the fabric of her low-cut blouse cling to her curves. He slipped the pallu off her shoulder, revealing her deep and alluring cleavage. She could feel his eyes burning into her as he hungrily took in the sight before him. The intensity in his dark eyes made her shiver with anticipation. She reached up, running her fingers through his thick hair, pulling him closer.

"Krishna," she breathed against his lips as her hand roamed over his bare chest.

He responded by trailing kisses along her collarbone, his hands roaming lower. Devashree arched into him, a soft moan escaping her lips. The silk of her sari slipped further, exposing more of her smooth skin to his eager touch. His fingers worked at the hooks of her blouse, his lips never leaving her heated skin. Devashree's head fell back, lost in the sensations he was evoking.

The last hook of her blouse came undone, and Krishna slowly peeled the fabric away.

"You're so beautiful, my love," he murmured against her skin, his voice husky with desire.

Devashree felt herself blush at his words. She pulled him up for another searing kiss, pouring all of her longing into it. Their tongues danced as hands roamed, exploring and caressing.

His hand cupped her breast, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak. Devashree gasped. Milk spilled freely from her breast causing her him to wrap his lips around the nipple.

"Oh, Shyam." Devashree felt a wave of pleasure wash over her as Krishna's mouth found her sensitive flesh. Her fingers tightened in his hair, holding him close as he suckled gently. The silk of her sari slipped lower, pooling around her waist.

His fingers moved down her thigh. "Swami, we can't...Tanu-"

"-is with his grandmother."

"Still I need to go. It's already dawn. Now leave me."

"Priye....come on. At least think of our baby....don't you think he is lonely? My poor bean, he needs a sibling."

"He has my dear Nishath."

"Who is gone with his mother at his grandfather's place."

"Swami you just need an excuse."

"I am serious." His hand dipped inside her thigh and Devashree narrowed her eyes. Before he could continue, Devashree flipped them, pinning him beneath her. Krishna let out a surprised chuckle before they filled with admiration and awe. He gazed up at her. She looked so glorious...Her long hair fell in a curtain around them, her skin glowing in the light and exuding the power and grace of the goddess she truly was.

"Ah, so this is what you wanted," Krishna teased. "Just say the word, Priye. If you wish to dominate, I won't mind. In fact, I rather like it. You may even tie me up if you want"

Devashree bit her lower lip. She couldn't deny that he was looking so handsome with his tousled hair and that charming smirk. "Such a naughty mind you have, my love." She brushed her hand through his hair and leaned forward to place light kisses on his chest, grabbing a long silk cloth from the table stand.

"Very well, my lord," she purred, her voice low and sultry. "If that is what you desire."

She took Krishna's wrists gently in her hands, bringing them above his head 

"Stay still," she commanded. "And I will do exactly as you have asked."

"As you wish, my queen," Krishna replied, utterly captivated by her.

Slowly she wound the silk around them, securing them to the intricately carved headboard of their bed. Krishna's eyes darkened with desire and a thrill ran through him at being at her mercy.

"Is this to your satisfaction?" Devashree asked, trailing her fingers down his arms.

"Very much so, Swamini." Krishna sucked in a harsh breath as Devashree began to trail kisses down his chest. He closed his eyes.

Devashree smirked at the look on her husband's face. His arousal pressed against her thighs, and she couldn't help but revel in the knowledge that she had reduced him to a puddle of want for her.

"How does it feel to be at my mercy, Swami?"

"Like the luckiest man alive."

"Good. Now stay just like that, Swami."

Krishna opened his eyes, his gaze heavy-lidded with desire as he looked up at her. "You truly are a goddess, Priye. Now, fulfill your promise and ravish me thoroughly."

"Oh, Swami, you're quite demanding for someone who's tied up, aren't you?"

"I am saying that I am yours to command, Swamini."

"Indeed, you are," she said. She leaned down, her lips grazing his ear as she whispered, "And I have just the thing in mind. Exactly like you want it." She slid her hands under his body and snatched the sheet from her under him. She stood gracefully, brushing imaginary dust off her hands after wrapping herself in the sheet.

"Wait... what are you doing?"

"Leaving."

"What?"

"Just doing as you asked. Didn't you mention Pitashree needed to discuss finances with me? And that I promised Devaki Mata that I'd help her prepare for the puja. Such pressing matters."

"You can't be serious," he said with disbelief coloring his tone.

"Oh, but I am." Devashree stepped off the bed, casting him a wicked grin. "You always say duty comes first, don't you, Krishna?"

"Priye," he called in warning "Don't you dare leave me like this."

"I do....dare."

Krishna stared at her, utterly baffled. "You can't be serious. You tied me up, Priye! What about... you know... us?"

"You said you liked being tied up, didn't you? I just did that...now enjoy."

"Not like this!" Krishna exclaimed. He tugged harder at the silk but found himself securely bound. "Priye, you're cruel!"

"I'm only honoring your wishes. You wanted to be at my mercy, remember?"

"That's not what I meant, and you know it!" he protested "Untie me right now, Devashree, or so help me—"

"Or what?" she interrupted. "What will you do Swami? You'll scold me from there? Call for help? Oh, the scandal if someone walked in and found the Dwarkadhish Shri Krishna tied to his bed, half naked and half aroused."

"Shree! This is domestic torture! I will complain about you!"

"To whom? You are the king, remember?"

Krishna spluttered. "Priye, you know I have meetings to attend!" he huffed against the silk bindings.

"You didn't seem to care about those a moment ago."

"Mata will come looking for me if I don't show up!"

Devashree tsked. "Too bad then if she will see you in this state. But don't worry. I am very merciful. I'll let Devaki Mata know you're indisposed. Perhaps I'll tell her you're...trying to cool yourself down...." 

"You will regret this..."

"I won't."

"This is torture!"

Devashree blew him a kiss. "You'll survive, Swami. Maybe this will teach you to stop using my poor baby as an excuse for your antics." She turned on her heel.

"Devashree!" Krishna called after her "You can't just leave me here like this!"

"Watch me!"

She left. Krishna slumped against the mattress. He tugged futilely against the silk binding his wrists, muttering a string of colorful complaints under his breath.

"She ties me up, teases me, and then just leaves?" he grumbled, tilting his head back to glare at the ceiling. "What kind of wife is this? No respect for her poor husband's dignity. I must be mad to love her as much as I do"

"By the gods, I married a goddess, and she's going to be the death of me!"

*****

"Pitashree," Devashree said, pointing to one column of figures, "these trade routes show promise, but we need to allocate more resources to the security of our caravans. Bandits have been targeting the merchants traveling between Mathura and Dwarka."

Vasudev nodded.

"You have a sharp eye, Devashree. I will ask the minister of defense to increase patrols along those routes."

Before Devashree could respond, the heavy doors of the hall swung open, and Balram strode in.

"Where is Kanha?"

Balram raised an eyebrow, his arms crossing over his chest. "It's been an hour since we've all been waiting, Devashree. Why hasn't he come yet?"

Devashree frowned. Is he still there tied up to the bed? Oh please! Surely not! That can't be it. "He should have been here by now."

"Well, he isn't, and we're wasting precious time. Where is he, Devashree?"

Devashree sighed and stood gracefully. "I'll bring him, Dau. Give me a moment."

"Please do. If I have to wait much longer, I might just drag him here myself."

Devashree gathered the folds of her saree and hurried. There's just no way he didn't get out of those binds! But then what is stopping him? Aah, of course, must be playing with Tanu. Lately, the two of them have been inseparable. Every morning, it's something new—yesterday Krishna was lying on his back on the bed, his legs bent at the knees. Perched atop them was Tanu, giggling uncontrollably as Krishna lifted him up and down like a bird soaring through the air.

They've probably started one of their endless games again. Devashree sighed and pushed the door to the chamber only to find Krishna...... asleep? She frowned and moved closer to the bed.

"Swami?" she called softly, but there was no response. This is strange. He's never one to sleep through a meeting, especially when Dwarka is involved.

Biting her lip, she reached for the edge of the blanket and pulled it back. Her breath caught in her throat at what she saw.

Boils—red, swollen, and angry—covered his chest and arms, marring his dark golden skin. His body radiated heat and his breathing was shallow and labored. Devashree stumbled back a step, her hand flying to her mouth.

"Swami!" she exclaimed, rushing back to his side. "What... what happened to you?"

Krishna's eyes fluttered open at the sound of her voice, though they were heavy with exhaustion. "I don't know...Priye."

Her mind raced. He was so healthy and smiling just hours ago...what the hell happened to him?

"Guards! Someone, fetch the vaidya immediately! Hurry!"

She turned her attention back to Krishna, her hands trembling as she brushed the damp curls from his forehead. His skin was burning to the touch, and her eyes stung with tears she refused to let fall.

"You should have called me, Swami," she chided softly, her voice breaking. "Why didn't you tell me you were unwell?"

"I.....I am not.....able to....move.."

 Devashree's hand trembled at his helplessness as she cupped his cheek. "Don't worry Swami...Vaidya ji will come soon and help you okay? You will be better in no time."

"I don't know.........I am not...feeling....well. I feel.....like I am......dying."

"Shut up!" Tears blurred her vision as Devahree shook her head wildly. "Don't talk like that! You are not dying. Do you hear me? You are not dying." she yelled at him.

"You...look glorious ...even when you....yell..." he whispered.

"Don't you dare joke right now, Krishna. You have no idea how terrified I am." she turned toward the open door and shouted again, "Where is the vaidya? Hurry up!"

Within moments, Balram, Vasudev, Devaki Mata, and several other family members entered the chamber

"Devashree, what's happening?" Balram demanded as his gaze fell upon Krishna's limp form.

"He's burning with fever," Devashree whispered. "And these boils..." Her hand gestured shakily toward Krishna's chest and Devaki gasped, clutching Vasudev's arm for support.

"Oh, my putra," Devaki whispered. "What has happened to him?"

Rohini Mata gasped, holding the infant Pradyumna in her arms. "Oh, Narayan! What is this illness? Devashree, has the vaidya been called?"

"Yes, Mata," Devashree replied as she continued to dab Krishna's forehead with a damp cloth. "He's on his way."

The vaidya arrived and immediately began examining him, his fingers lightly pressing against Krishna's swollen boils and checking his pulse causing Krishna to wince.

 "What's wrong with him?" Devashree demanded. "He was perfectly fine this morning!"

"Vaidya ji," Vasudev said urgently, "what is this? Is it poison? Some ailment? Speak!"

"This is a severe fever," the vaidya said, inspecting the boils closely. "The boils suggest an internal imbalance or exposure to a harmful agent. It's fortunate you called me quickly."

"What can be done?" Devashree asked urgently.

"I will prepare a concoction to lower his fever and an herbal paste for the boils," the vaidya said, already setting to work. "He needs careful attention—cool compresses, constant hydration, and the paste applied regularly. "Apply this gently to the boils, Devi. It will soothe the inflammation and aid healing. Ensure he drinks the decoction every few hours."

Devashree sat at Krishna's side, refusing to let go of his hand. "I will do just as you have said and not leave his side."

At that moment, Pradyumna let out a wail, his tiny arms reaching toward Devashree. Rohini Mata tried to soothe him, but his cries only grew louder.

"Give him to me," Devashree said softly. Rohini handed the infant to her.

"Shh, my little one," she whispered, cradling him close as she kissed his forehead. She sat back beside Krishna, holding Pradyumna in one arm and carefully dabbing the herbal paste onto Krishna's boils with the other hand.

"Let the servants handle this, Devashree," Devaki suggested gently. "You have enough to manage with Pradyumna."

"No, Mata," Devashree replied, "Let me do this." 

The vaidya handed Devashree a steaming bowl of herbal decoction. "Have him drink this. It will help reduce the fever and strengthen his body."

Carefully shifting Pradyumna to her hip, Devashree brought the bowl to Krishna's lips. "Drink, Swami," she urged softly, tilting the bowl just enough for him to sip.

Getting excited seeing his father lying on the bed, little Tanu reached for his father for their daily games.  "Dada...da...ba...ba...aa aa aaa"

Devashree shook her head, holding him back. "No, little one. Baba needs rest."

Krishna stirred slightly at the sound of his son's coos, his lips curving faintly into a weak smile. "My... bean..."

"Shh, Swami," Devashree said, leaning close to him. "Save your strength. Pradyumna is here, and he's safe. You need to focus on getting better."

"Is this illness contagious? Should I keep Pradyumna away, vaidyaji?" Devashree asked anxiously.

"It's possible, Devi. Until we determine the exact cause, it is safest to limit his contact with the prince."

Devashree's chest tightened. "Then he will stay with Mata. I can't risk him falling ill. Take him, Mata Rohini," she said firmly. "I'll come to him when he needs me."

"Don't worry, Devashree. I'll care for him."

Pradyumna let out a small whine. Devashree kissed his forehead. "You like the garden, don't you, my baby? Pitamahi will take you there. You love the peacocks remember?.."

Rohini Mata smiled warmly. "Come, little one, let's go see the birds. Your mata will be back soon."

Devashree watched them leave, her heart heavy with worry. As much as she longed to hold her son, her duty was now to her husband, who lay weak and vulnerable before her and she couldn't risk Tanu catching the fever. 

Krishna's eyes fluttered open again. "I'm sorry, Priye... I never wanted to cause you so much trouble."

"Don't speak like that, Swami," she said softly, her fingers brushing his damp hair from his forehead. "You've done nothing wrong. You're not causing me trouble. I just want you to get better."

A gentle knock interrupted her thoughts. She turned her head sharply. 

"Dwarkeshwari," a servant murmured, "a man has come seeking your audience. He says it is urgent."

Devashree frowned, reluctant to leave Krishna's side. She gently placed his hand back on the bed, pulling the blanket up to his shoulders to keep him warm.

"Stay here," she instructed the servant watching over Krishna. "Call me at once if he stirs."

She stepped out of the chamber and waiting at the end of the corridor stood a man clad in simple, dusty robes. His face was partially obscured by a turban. As soon as he saw her, he dropped to his knees, bowing low.

"Dwarkeshwari ki jai ho," he said reverently "I am Kathira, a spy from the northern territories."

Devashree's eyes narrowed. "The password?" she demanded.

Kathira straightened slightly, meeting her gaze without hesitation. "'न कंचित् शाश्वतम्,'" he replied. "Nothing is permanent."

Devashree's shoulders relaxed slightly "Follow me," she said curtly, turning on her heel.

They reached a secluded chamber near the western wing of the palace, one reserved for private discussions. Devashree opened the door and stepped inside waiting for Kathira to follow before shutting it firmly behind them. She gestured for him to sit, but he remained standing.

"What news do you bring?"

"As Dwarkapati is ill and Senapati Balram has left for Awadh to bring Acharya Kripan, so I have brought this to you Mahamatri Adhyaksha Minister in Chief. It's news from Hastinapur. Mahamantri Vidur has been sent to Indraprastha to invite the Panduputra for a Dyut Game."

Devashree frowned. "Dyut? As in the gambling game....no no..As far as I know, Dharmaraj is a very wise ruler. And with someone as intelligent as Sahadev with him to guide, I don't think he would engage in something so reckless."

"Dwarkeshwari, that is precisely why this news is troubling. From what my sources have gathered, this invitation is not as innocent as it seems. Mahamantri Vidur himself looked uneasy when he delivered the message."

Devashree stopped mid-step, turning sharply to face him. "If even Mahamantri Vidur, a man of such integrity is hesitant, then this cannot bode well. Who proposed this game?"

"It is said to be the idea of Yuvraj Duryodhan, encouraged by his mama Shakuni."

"Shakuni..." she murmured with disdain. "This is no mere game, then. It is a trap."

"What shall be done then Dwarkeshwari?"

"I trust the Samrat. He is extremely clever so trust him to put his kingly duties before his personal ones and not engage in something as loathsome as gambling."

"That may be the problem though. It is well known that the Samrat loves Dyut Krida."

Devashree's eyebrows shot upwards. "Is he any good?"

"No....."

Devashree pursed her lips. "Gambling is no sport for the righteous—it is a game of shadows, played by those who thrive in deceit. I hope he rejects but I also know that he is too polite to reject an invitation from his Kakashree."

"Then what shall we do, your highness?"

"We cannot directly interfere. Dwarkadhish wouldn't especially as he has not been asked officially and also because we cannot speak to them against their own family. What we can do is be subtle. I shall write a letter to the Samrat. Meanwhile, return to Hastinapur at once. Observe everything. Report back the moment you uncover more. And sent a message if things take a turn. But without compromising Dwarka's position."

Kathira bowed. "As you command, Dwarkeshwari. I will act with the utmost discretion."

"And Kathira—be cautious. Shakuni is as dangerous as he is clever. Trust no one."

He nodded. "I understand, my lady. May Narayan guide and protect us all."

When the door closed behind him, Devashree sank into the nearest chair and retrieved a blank parchment, dipping her quill into the inkpot.

To the Samrat of Indraprastha,

Chakravartin Samrat Yuddhishtir,

I trust this letter finds you and your family in good health and spirits. I hope you are not stopping my dear Pratiindhya and Bhrata Bheem from eating the laddoos I sent. Also, tell Panchali that I should hear no complaints from my nephew; he deserves every sweet morsel!

Today I found my copy of Prashasana Rajyavastha Sampradaya. I was going through a few chapters and I immediately thought of you, Jyesth. Recently your priya Anuj Krishna and I had an argument over section 54 of this book and he is still being salty about it. I need you to sort this out for me, please. You're the only one who can knock some sense into him when he gets this stubborn. Please read through and share your verdict soon. We both agree that a king should stay as far away from gambling as possible.

Additionally, please give my love to your brothers. And, Parth, if you are reading this, why have you not come to visit yet?? Your Madhav has been seriously ill and keeps asking for you. It would mean the world to him—and to all of us—if you all could come. It would truly lift his spirits to have all of you here.

With love and warm regards,
Dwarkeshwari Devashree

Devashree carefully folded the letter and she pressed the official seal of Dwarka firmly onto it.

After hearing about Krishna's illness, they will have no choice but to come here. Parth will not stay away knowing Madhav needs him. And Jyesth... he will certainly go through that book again. Section 54 will force him to reflect and gain clarity—not just about his duties as a ruler but also about what he must avoid.

She straightened and called out softly, "Rawatji."

"Yes, Dwarkeshwari?"

"Deliver this letter to Indraprastha at once. Ensure it reaches Samrat Yuddhishtir without delay."

"As you command." He took the sealed parchment with utmost care, tucking it securely into the folds of his garment. With another bow, he turned and left. After this, she wrote several letters addressed to Vidur, Bhishma, and Dronacharya telling them to stop this nonsense as Krishna would have done. 

*****

It had been a grueling week, and Krishna's condition showed no sign of improvement. Devashree's days and nights blurred together in an endless care cycle. She barely left his side except to tend to her hygiene before taking care of Pradyumna to feed him. She took extreme care to clean herself before having contact with him, Even then, her moments with her son were bittersweet. Every time she held him close, her heart ached at how desperately he reached out for his father.

One day, while carrying Pradyumna in the garden to soothe him, the baby had caught sight of Krishna through the window. His wide, innocent eyes lit up and he began to wail, his small arms stretching toward his father.

Devashree's heart fractured into a thousand pieces then. "I'm so sorry, my baby. I promise you, Pitashree will come back to you. But not yet... not yet. Shh, my love, Baba is resting. He needs to get better before he can play with you again."

His cries only grew stronger. Devashree felt a tear slip down her cheek as she whispered, "It's for his own good. It's for your good. Please understand, my little one." Rohini Mata took Pradyumna into her arms, soothing him as best she could. But the image of Pradyumna's outstretched arms haunted her as she returned to Krishna's bedside later that day.

How could she explain to her son that his beloved father couldn't hold him right now? How could she make him understand that this separation was for his safety?

Guilt gnawed at her.

Devashree returned to Krishna's side, his head rested in her lap with her fingers gently threading through his damp hair. His face was pale and etched with exhaustion. 

Should she wake him up to tell him about the Pandavas? No...He can't even stand by himself right now. But still, he needs to know....I shall tell him when he awakes. But why wasn't he getting any better? He shouldn't be so ill. More than 50 healers had already checked on him and still, he remains the same.

From outside the chamber, the sound of Pradyumna's giggles reached her ears. 

Thank god babies are so easily distracted! 

Krishna stirred slightly. He opened his eyes. 

"My little bean...he won't...... forget me... right, Shree?" he murmured.

Her heart fractured anew at his question. She swallowed the lump in her throat as she fought back tears. 

"Don't you dare say such things," she said firmly. "You are his father, Krishna.You will get better. You will hold him again. You will play with him and tell him stories. He will never have to remember you because you'll be there—always.. There's no need to think otherwise."

"But if... if I don't... I want him to remember me. To know how much I loved him."

"Enough!" Devashree's voice broke as she shook her head. "You will not speak like this, Krishna. Do you hear me? You are not going anywhere. You are his father, my Swami, and you are not leaving us."

His hand weakly reached for hers. She caught it instantly, clutching it tightly, her trembling fingers wrapping around his.

 "Shree... I know you're scared. I can see it in your eyes. But... if anything happens, promise me you'll tell him... tell him how much he means to me. How much you both mean to me."

"You can tell him yourself when you're well again," she whispered "You'll see, Krishna. This is not the end. I won't let it be. You will see......in a week our Tanu will have his Annaprashan vidhi and his father will be feeding him his first morsel of food other than milk!"

"Annaprashan... our little Tanu's big day...I'd... like that, Shree. I would like to be the one....to.....feed him."

"Of course you will!"

"Promise?"

"I promise Swami. I will do anything to make you better!"  

"Has Parth come?"

"No, but I am sure he will as soon as the news reaches him. And....."

"And..."

"And nothing!"

"You can't....hide from me. Tell me what worries you."

"You."

"No, there's something else...."

How could she tell him? Would it only worsen his condition to hear about the invitation to the Pandavas?

"Shree, you know I won't rest unless you tell me."

She exhaled shakily. "The Pandavas... they have been invited to a dice game by Shakuni and Duryodhan."

Krishna's face transformed the moment the words left Devashree's lips. His eyes burned with an intensity she hadn't seen in weeks. He struggled to push himself upright.

"They've been invited to a dice game? By Shakuni?" he repeated. "I need to go to them. I need to stop this!" he declared.

"Swami, wait!" Devashree cried out, her hands reaching for him as he swung his legs over the side of the bed.

But he ignored her. His feet touched the cold floor and he stood. Then, as swiftly as he had risen, his body gave way. His knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"Krishna!" Devashree gasped, falling to her knees beside him. Her arms encircled him, pulling him close as his breath came in ragged gasps. It was like a thousand knives to her heart.

"Shree... I have to go," he whispered "I cannot let them... fall into Shakuni's trap. Yudhishthira will not resist. He will lose everything... Draupadi... the brothers..."

Tears streamed down Devashree's face as she cradled him against her. "You cannot even stand, Krishna! How will you travel to Indraprastha? Please, listen to me. Rest. Heal. You can help them, but not like this."

"I cannot... sit idle, Shree," he murmured his head leaning against her shoulder. "The dice game... it will destroy them. It will destroy everything."

Devashree cupped his face, forcing him to meet her gaze. "I have sent letters. Do you hear me? I have sent them Jyesth with your book and warned him. I have also sent the same to Bhishma pitamah, Acharya Dron."

"You've... already sent word? To Jyesth, Pitamah, and Dronacharya?"

"Yes, Swami," Devashree said. " I wrote to them as soon as I learned of the invitation. I sent a trusted messenger with the letters. They will know what to do."

He sagged slightly in her arms. "Shree... you are always thinking ahead. I should have known. But I still should go.....Damn my weak body"

Devashree bit her lip to stop herself from breaking down at seeing his helpless state. "Come on, Swami. You should rest."

Krishna hesitated, then finally nodded, allowing her to help him back onto the bed. As she pulled the blanket over him, he caught her hand, his grip weak but resolute. "Promise me, Shree. Promise that you will tell me the moment there is news, good or ill."

"I promise, Swami," she whispered. "Now close your eyes. Let your body heal. "

Reluctantly, he allowed his eyes to close. Once he was deeply asleep, Devashree allowed herself to crumple. She sank to the floor beside the bed, her face buried in her hands. 

Enough is enough! She wiped at her tears furiously. If no one could cure her Krishna, she would do it herself.

*******

A/N:  

What will Devashree do? ......We shall see in the next chapter.

Sorry if this felt like a long chapter. I know long chapters can be a bit draining. And before I forget, a heartfelt thank you to everyone who continues to support this story and takes the time to respond. Thank you for sticking with me! ❤️

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