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Ananya POV

"Aapki Mata- Pita kya karten hai?" (What does your parent do?) King asks.

The smile wipes of my face. Clenching my hands, I tell them, "Mere Mata- Pita nahi hain, Maharaj" (I don't have parents, King)

Not able to handle it anymore, I turn around and rush out of the room. I stop one of the Dasi (Maid.) and ask her for the directions to my room. She obliges and I thank her, before running off.

As, I was entering my room I remembered something, I looked around and found a Dasi. I ask for her help and order her to not tell anyone anything. She agrees to help me and goes away.

I don't know why but I was just overcome with emotion, I couldn't help it. I could find solace in only one thing. As soon as I reach my room, I throw of my shoes on the way to bed along with my duptta, discarding my purse along with it. I threw open my suitcase to take out the new dress I was going to wear for my birthday. Of course, it had to be at the bottom of my suitcase and I had thrown all my clothes around the room haphazardly.

I take a bath, change my attire. It is an all yellow Anarkali, it has small designs all over but some specific designs are present on its chest region, I bought for specific reasons, and its dupatta is a blue phulkari one, with designs from yellow thread and mirrors. (A/N outfit above.)

I sit in front of the mirror on my dressing table, and open the lower compartment of my jewelry box. On seeing my dedication to Lord Krishna, my grandmothers had bought a temple jewelry, with Lord Krishna in the designs, for my 15th birthday.

I had loved it and decided that every birthday, I was going to wear it. Thus, I bought it out, genteelly and looking it in the mirror, I place the necklace around my neck and tie it. I change my ear rings too, it also has lord Krishna made in it, in his form with flute.

I open my hair, that reaches below my knee. Slowly and calmly, I brush my hair. Combing it from middle, I braid it into two Dutch braids and then tie them together.

Next, I open my bag and pull my idol of lord Krishna, tied in a cloth out. Looking at it I smile, my peace already returning. I walk to the side table; I clean of the table and place him in the middle. The height of the table is perfect, if I sit down my chest reaches to its edge.

I sit tensed for what felt like hours, but were mere minutes, before the Dasi came, I thanked her and she went away.
Going in to my room, I open the basket, there filled in it are lotus flowers and rose flowers along with needle and thread I asked for.

Smiling to myself, I place the basket over there, sitting down on the ground I thread the flowers together. Threading the flowers for what is like more than 10 years, I complete in less than 10 minutes.

I place the extra things away, and take a calming breathe before taking the match box, Dhup, Diya and Incense Stick from my bag and lighting them one by one I place it in front of my Lord.
Garlanding my lord, I also place the Makhana, I carry with me in a bowl in front of him.

Satisfied with the look in front of me, I settle down on the floor crossing my legs and arranging the frock of mine, around me. I half wrap the Dupatta around me, so that my legs are covered.
Taking a deep breathe, I play the background music on my phone before I begin with my prayers.

Third POV

The royal family had decided to leave the girl alone for some time.

"Humane uska dil dukhaya hai, hum sab usse Kshama mange ne jayenge." (We have caused pain in her heart; we all are going to ask for her forgiveness) Pitamah declared when they were done with their food.

Everybody nodded in agreement, that is how the King Dhritarashtra, Maharani Gandhari, Rani Kunti, Bishma Pitamah, Maha Mantri Vidor, the Pandeva's, Prince Duryodhana, Prince Dushassan, Mama shree Shakuni, Princess Dushala, Ashwatthama, Ang- raj Karn found themselves walking to the new girl's chamber.

The gate was slight open, and a sweet sound was reaching, intrigued by it, they entered the room, to find the room in a disheveled state, things scattered around, clothes thrown over and in a corner of the room was the girl.

She was sitting crossed in front of a side table, on the table was an idol kept, it looked of a man, with a Morli in his hand. It had creative designs all over, on his head was a yellow turban, with a Mor Pankh at the top. Around his neck was a garland of lotus and roses tied alternatively. In front of him, the girl- Ananya had placed a Diya, Agarbatti, Dhup and a bowl filled with something.

The girl was singing something, and the people realized they had heard that only. She had a very sweet voice but what she was singing confused the people observing her.

Shri Krishna Govind hare muraari
Hey Nath Narayan Vasudeva
Shri Krishna Govind hare muraari
Hey Nath Narayan Vasudevan (X4)

Achutam Keshvam naam Narayanam
Krishna Damodaran Vasudevam Hari (X4)

Shri Krishna Govind hare muraari
Hey Nath Narayan Vasudeva

The people were confused. Was she praying to Yadhuvanshi Krishna? The one that had be- friended the Pandeva's. The one who ruled the city of Dwarka beside his brother?

Shri Krishna Govind hare muraari
hey Nath Narayan Vasudeva (X4)

Achutam Keshvam naam Narayanam
Krishna Damodaran Vasudevam Hari (X4)

Shri Krishna Govind hare muraari
Hey Nath Narayan Vasudeva
Shri Krishna Govind hare muraari
hey Nath Narayan Vasudeva

Now, the people looked closely they realized the similarity in the idol and their Yadhuvanshi Krishna. The flute. The standing style. The Turban. The Mor Pankh.

But why was the girl- Ananya from Kaliyuga, singing his praises? Why was she praying to him?

Swiftly, the music changed and Ananya's sitting style changed too. She sat up straighter, and started to tap her hands on a box kept at her side with the rhythm.

https://youtu.be/EMO1AT1UQf0

Aarti Kunj Bihari Ki Shri Girdhar Krishna Murari Ki
Gale Mein Baijanti Mala, Bajave Murali Madhur Bala।
Shravan Mein Kundal Jhalakala, Nand Ke Anand Nandlala।

Gagan Sam Ang Kanti Kali, Radhika Chamak Rahi Aali।
Latan Mein Thadhe Banamali; Bhramar Si Alak, Kasturi Tilak, Chandra Si Jhalak;
Lalit Chavi Shyama Pyari Ki॥ Shri Girdhar Krishna Murari Ki॥

Aarti Kunj Bihari Ki Shri Girdhar Krishna Murari Ki॥ X2

Kanakmay Mor Mukut Bilse, Devata Darsan Ko Tarse।
Gagan So Suman Raasi Barse; Baje Murchang, Madhur Mridang,
Gwaalin Sang; Atual Rati Gop Kumaari Ki॥ Shri Girdhar Krishna Murari Ki॥
Aarti Kunj Bihari Ki Shri Girdhar Krishna Murari Ki॥ X2

Ananya swayed to the music, not even turning once to look at the people behind her. She actually wasn't even aware of their presence.

Jahaan Te Pragat Bhayi Ganga, Kalush Kali Haarini Shri Ganga।
Smaran Te Hot Moh Bhanga; Basi Shiv Shish, Jataa Ke Beech, Harei Agh Keech;
Charan Chhavi Shri Banvaari Ki॥ Shri Girdhar Krishna Murari Ki॥

Aarti Kunj Bihari Ki Shri Girdhar Krishna Murari Ki॥ X2

Chamakati Ujjawal Tat Renu, Baj Rahi Vrindavan Benu।
Chahu Disi Gopi Gwaal Dhenu; Hansat Mridu Mand, Chandani Chandra, Katat Bhav Phand; Ter Sun Deen Bhikhaaree Ki॥ Shri Girdhar Krishna Murari Ki॥
Aarti Kunj Bihari Ki Shri Girdhar Krishna Murari Ki॥ X2
Aarti Kunj Bihari Ki, Shri Girdhar Krishna Murari Ki॥ X2

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