"In this birth you never loved me shri Narayan. I did everything to make happy but you never gave me a chance. Thus, when my soul departs from this body i only want peace which i never got in this birth. If I take rebirth I shall forget everything a...
The girls were led to their rooms in the grand palace of Dwarka, where the soft light of evening filtered through intricately carved windows. Each chamber was a sanctuary of comfort, with luxurious furnishings and a peaceful atmosphere that promised rest. The handmaidens moved quietly, helping the young women settle in. Among them, Surya, the loyal handmaiden of Ishana, noticed her mistress’s unusual quietness.
“Rajkumari, are you alright? You don’t seem well,” Surya said, her voice filled with concern as she gently touched Ishana’s forehead.
Ishana, who had been lost in her thoughts, blinked and focused on Surya. “I’m fine,” she replied, though her tone was distant. After a moment of hesitation, she added, “But I need you to do something important for me. You must keep an eye on the *makane* line—watch their every move, especially when they interact with Dwarkadhish. Report everything back to me.”
Surya looked surprised by the request but nodded in understanding. “As you wish, Rajkumari.”
With that, Ishana dismissed her, and soon the room fell silent as the night took over. But sleep did not come easily to Ishana. Her mind was clouded with unease, a heavy weight pressing on her chest. The thought of Kanha, the enigmatic presence he had in her life, and her own fears and uncertainties kept her awake long into the night.
The next morning, the palace was alive with the energy of a new day. The girls woke early, eager to explore Dwarka and spend time with Kanha and his family. They dressed in their finest clothes, anticipation evident in their every move. However, Ishana was not as enthusiastic. She wandered through the palace, her steps slow and hesitant as if she were trying to make sense of something elusive.
As she moved through the grand corridors, her mind was a jumble of thoughts. The magnificence of the palace only seemed to amplify her inner turmoil. She was lost in her own world when suddenly, the sound of laughter broke through her thoughts. Curious, Ishana followed the sound, her heart pounding in her chest.
When she finally reached the source of the laughter, the sight that greeted her was like a blow to the heart. In a sun-drenched courtyard, she saw Kanha and Balram, playing joyfully with the *makane* line—Aarya, Subhadra, and Arjun. They were all laughing, their faces lit up with pure happiness. Kanha looked particularly radiant, his joy almost tangible in the air around him. He held a flute, and as he brought it to his lips, the courtyard filled with the most enchanting melody Ishana had ever heard. The notes were light and fluid, like a stream flowing through a peaceful forest.
Ishana’s heart clenched as she watched them. The scene before her was so beautiful, so perfect, and yet it felt like a cruel reminder of what she could never have. Happiness, love, and the light that seemed to surround Kanha—it was all so close, yet painfully out of reach. She was a mere observer, destined to remain on the outside, looking in.
