°°Avantika's pov °°
Soon after Suman told me about our freedom...She started to drag me outside....
Her eyes are red from constantly crying but
still it doesn't seem like she will stop her crying session soon...
As she held my hand in hers and started to
walk through the hall... My eyes roam around
and caught the glimpse of the crying girls..
Some are hugging each other, some are crying
their heart out and some are smiling like there
no tomorrow...
Now that I think about it... Just where is she
dragging me?
"Suman... Whare are we going?"
I asked as I squeezed her hand gently to get her attention
"to see our saviour jiji...they saved us from this hell hole so we can atlest give them our regards and respect right?" Suman said....
We continue to walk..... Soon we reached the
garden where I use to sit and spend my day
before being locked in that room But now that garden is filled with girls who are
on their knees surrounding two figures...
For some reason the atmosphere in this place is not like before... I don't get that gloomy feeling I used to get while standing here...
Right now the area is filled with a worm and
comfortable atmosphere... I can't explain in
words about how I feel standing here...
Suddenly I felt the grip of Suman's hand
losing... Soon I found her on her knees like the others....
Should I get on my knees too? Or should I
not?......
°°Authors POV °°
In the huge garden where once only cries of
pain and sadness could be heard right now
there is a sound of happiness.. A sound of
relief.. A sound of freedom....
And there stand a beautiful lady with her hair
braided till her hip... On the top of her head a
churamani is shining proudly... Her red saree
is draped like a dhoti and the other part of it
is carefully placed on her left shoulder... With
many gold ornaments decorating her whole
body is makeing herself look more and more
divine..... Her right hand is holding a sword..
Quite unusual for a woman but the way she
looks...is not less then mata durga herself..
She is looking at the sobbing girls with full of
sadness.. He eyes are teary just by thinking the pain those young girl's have gone through..She placed her sword on the ground not caring about the way a warrior should treat their weapons or whatever...
She hugged the girls who are holding her
feet..like a mother hugging her wounded children
She is one of the incarnation of narayans
chanchala herself...the incarnation of bhu devi..A warrior...the third wife of dwarikadhish Shree Krishna...she is the divine lady also known as Satyabhama.
Beside her is standing a man in armor... His
complexion as dark as the thunder clouds.. His lotus shaped eyes that seems to hold the entire existence of universe within them... His rosy lips formed in a small yet sad smile... the most beautiful thing is his gaze... Its warm..yet soft....
His hands are on the top of the girls head who are on his feet... Sobbing..
He who is everything yet nothing... Who is
the legendary king of dwarika... Who is devki
and yashoda nandan.... Who is known as a
incarnation of lord vishnu himself... Who is
also known as Vasudev Shree Krishn....
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AUTHOR NOTE
IM TRYING TO REWRITE AS FAST AS I CAN... IN THE MEANTIME YOU CAN HAVE THE FUN TO RE READ THE STORY ACTUALLY EVEN I FEEL LIKE READING SOMEONE ELSE'S STORY AS I USED TO WRITE WITH A FLOW AND NEVER READ THE OLD CHAPTERS...
NOW THAT I SEE IT.. ITS NOT ACTUALLY THAT BAD TO START FROM THE START... THE SAME EXCITEMENT WITH EVERY NOTIFICATION I GET... THE SAME EXCITEMENT WITH A NEW FOLLOWER.. THE SAME EXCITEMENT WHEN I SEE THE VIEWS GOING UP...
WELL THEN BYE BYE... GOOD NIGHT 🙃💙
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Devi Avantika
Historical Fiction16000 girls imprisoned by Narkasur.. The son of lord Vishnu himself.... One of those girls who was broken to core by the time she got rescued by the lord of Dwarika Vasudev Shree Krishn and his third wife Devi Satyabhama.... This is a story of a ign...
