Krishna!

Chapter 10 - The proposal

Meanwhile, at Akrura's place,

"Krishna, my child, tomorrow is the day! Our hopes of freedom are now in your hands.", said Akrura, who managed to keep Kamsa away from the fact that Krishna was now at his place. And for his luck, even the citizens of Mathura managed to hide this.

"Pitrvya, don't worry! Don't fear when I am here. You see what Dau and I will do tomorrow", Krishna said, gently squeezing Akrura's shoulders.

"Yes, Pitashree, Krishna will take care of everything.", echoed Devaka and Upadevaka.

"Yes children, but it is too late now. All of you go to bed.", said Sutanu.

"Good night!" and all the four lads went to their room.

"Krishna, this is the perfect time. Take the house keys with you and go now.", whispered Devaka, handing him the house keys.

"Thank you Devaka! I'll be back soon!", grinned Krishna. Today he had decided that he would look his best in front of Shree. He had worn his favourite Yellow Dhoti, and a multicoloured Angavastra with a matching multicoloured Turban, which had three peacock feathers.

He stealthily walked out towards the stream. As he approached the stream, he spotted Shree waiting for him. She had worn the same orange Nauvari he had seen her in, this time, having left her hair loose. She looked even more attractive in the moonlight. And he was reminded of Radha. The stream reflected the white moon, as it flowed gently, gushing in the silence of the night. It was the peak of Sharad Rtu with cool winds brushing against the trees, causing leaves to rustle and fall down. The absolute perfect scene he wanted.

Shree could hear his steps, and began to feel a little nervous.

"Shyam is here! What would he ask me?", she wondered and she turned around only to behold him.

Despite his dark complexion, this day he seemed to look so bright and handsome. His clothes, jewellery and turban shone in that gentle moonlight, enhancing his appearance a million times more. She couldn't help but admire how stunning he looked in his simple attire. Her eyelids didn't flutter even once as he walked close to her. As he took every step closer to her, her breathing became faster, her heart racing, her entire body filled with goosebumps.

"Is this the same Shyam who I just became friends with a day ago? He looks like Madana himself", she thought.

He could not help notice her reaction towards him. But he was too lost in her beauty to react.

"How can she manage to look so beautiful, in such simplicity?", he wondered.

And he approached her, and gently whispered into her ear, "Shree!", and she came out of her trance, feeling embarrassed.

"Uh! Shyam! I have been waiting. What did you want to ask me?", she asked him sheepishly.

"Shall we go and sit? Under the same tree?", he asked, holding out his hand.

"Alright!", she replied, nervously, placing her hand in his. And they went, hand-in-hand, and sat under the tree. And as soon as she sat down, she could smell the beautiful sandalwood paste that he had smeared all over himself. And she shut her eyes.

"Shree?", he tapped her on the shoulder, with a 'what happened expression'

"You wanted to ask me something right? Go on', she asked brushing her thoughts aside.

"Ah yes! I wanted to know. Tell me honestly, were you really nervous because of Maharaja Kamsa? Or was it some other reason?", he asked her, looking at her in the eye.