Aakarshika was the dying embers of a fading fire, dissolving into oblivion until her hand is promised to the sovereign of Dwarka. Righteous fury shrouds her soul, wine hued ire cloaking her virtuous mind.
The trials of her life have weighed her down...
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The snowy mountains were an ethereal sight to behold, hiding behind the misty wisps of clouds. The gentle gusts of wind were like the chiming of bells, ivory blooms entwining the hills. The golden sphere directly overhead was blanketed with livid messengers of rain, no hint of heat found in the ambience that shuddered with the cruelty of the cold reigning the locus.
Her doe eyes ceased shut in veneration and didn't flinch for a second as the hymns springing from her nectarine lips that had now dessicated resounded faintly. Amidst the sparse, almost nil life breathing in the snows, settled a maiden so firm and determined she could make Shakra's throne tremble.
"Om Vishnave namaha!"
"Om Vishnave namaha!"
Slightly hoarse eutony chanted on and on, sans a halt, oozing out devotion and love that emerged from the depth of her heart for the blue lord who ruled the three worlds. Adrika was lanky, possessed skin like honey and a character like the lotuses which bloomed amongst adversities but wasn't besmirched.
Rooted in the divine fuchsia petals of a lotus was Devi Saraswati, her curious gaze peering at the young female deep in rumination. The icy zephyrs that howled and stung her bare skin did not shatter her cynosure, her long ebony tresses whipping around her petite frame.
"The intense fervour she invocates to your consort with is laudable, Sakhi." Gauri Devi's soft words brought a gentle smile upon the lips of Devi Lakshmi.
"Indeed my sister, Adrika's desire shall soon be fulfilled." Chanchala whispered, a nurturing glance in her amber hued irises. "He is obliged to emerge before you Adrike, keep hope." The last murmurs were reverberated around the ice capped mountains that glimmered like diamonds, the gusts of wind carrying the promise to Adrika.
Periods of time elapsed as mighty empires were created and lost, some ravaged and shattered. Yet the chanting of Hari's name that fell from the honey sweet lips of Adrika never once faltered.
The foamy cool waters of the Ksheera Saagara splashed and bounced playfully, waves creating a tranquil melody that interposed the hush regnanting the seraphic abode of the lord. His dark hued skin glowed faintly as he closed his orbs that held the twinkling stars, shimmering galaxies and vast universes in them. Languidly leaning against the thousand headed Shesha serpent, was Vaikuntha Samrat with his notorious eyes finding serenity in a certain pair of austere human orbs that held the most seraphic gleam in them.
Vishnu beamed, and it seemed as if the entire cosmos lit up with the flutter in his heart. Interrupting his vibrant soliloquies and delirious thoughts, came a pleasant call from his beloved who usually settled by his lotus feet, massaging them, "Swami...", Her voice held all the love of her motherly heart, a teasing tone sousing her words as she craned her head to the side as she couldn't stifle the pleasant chuckle that passed her lips.
The creator of the world was not resting on his loyal comrade, for he had emanated before his young devotee that called on him with an ardent piety.
In the soft palms of his muscled arms was an alluring blush tainted water lily, whose fragrance was delicate and signified immaculacy. LakshmiKanta's second hand was in the form of the revered Abhaya Mudra, blessing all those who had sought for him and liberating them from their agitation. The golden hued Sudarshana Chakra gyrated on his finger of the third arm - a galactic sparkle enveloping it as an argent conch that symbolised triumph in his fourth.
