chapter 3

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Chapter 3
Author's pov
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The next morning was the most pleasant morning for Hiranmayi, the sound of flute reaching her ears, making her heart ecstasy with the tune.

A deep connection with the tune was what she felt as she get off the bed, her feat couldn't stop, but run towards the adjacent balcony of her room her eyes searching the flute player.

A feeling of disappointment and longing covered her heart and soul as she couldn't find the one playing while her mind was confused of what was she feeling.

"Hiranmayi this girl your still not ready it seems like you got a good sleep now get fresh you need to be present at the Sabha your brother is going to be crowned as Yuvraj of Daradas today " her mother words and presence made her come out of her thoughts.

"Mata do you know anyone who plays flute here in Daradas" Hiranmayi couldn't contain her curiosity and ecstasy.

"Flute do you want to learn flute don't worry, I'll search the best person who would be able to teach you now go get ready".

Avanti not knowing what's going on her daughter's heart and mind didn't let Hiranmayi speak thereafter while Hiranmayi didn't want to trouble her mother she herself didn't knew what was happening to her.

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Krishna and Balaram heard drums playing at the wrestling arena, and they prepared to go see the fun.

But when they arrived at the gateway of the arena, a big elephant with a rider blocked Their path. This was another of Kamsa's schemes.

Krishna was as calm as the river he knew Kansa would try everything to kill him he calmly told the elephant's caretaker to immediately clear the path, but the man became angry and provoked the elephant to charge on Krishna. The man was loyal to Kansa without knowing about the consequence that would occur thereafter.

𝐀𝐜𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐜ā𝐫𝐢ñī ~𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞Where stories live. Discover now