𝘼𝙜𝙖𝙧 𝙏𝙪𝙢 𝙆𝙖𝙝𝙤 [𝘽𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚]

~ 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 1 ❥

फलक तक चल साथ मेरे..

फलक तक चल साथ चल...

ये बादल की चादर....

ये तारों के आँचल....

में छुप जाएं हम पल दो पल...

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Hey readers! here is the first chapter of my book! Show some love and support ❤️

Some starting chapters may feel boring to many of you, but trust me you'll will surely like the upcoming chapters !

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Krishav's POV

I stood at the Yamuna Ghat, the soft breeze brushing against my skin, carrying with it a calming scent of the water and wet earth. This wasn't where I wanted to be-Vrindavan. Yet, here I was, all because of Bade Papa. His close friend had invited him to the grand Janmashtami celebration, and since he couldn't make it due to some reasons, he didn't want to upset his friend either. So guess what? He didn't just ask, he ordered me to come here. I could have argued with my father, but not with Bade Papa-he's impossible to say no to.

My flight landed early in the morning, and the Janmashtami celebration was in the evening, leaving me with hours to kill in this town. Despite my reluctance, I had to admit that the Yamuna Ghat was... peaceful, serene even. Maybe it wasn't all that bad after all. I needed some solitude, and here, I found it.

The river is mesmerizing, the early morning sun just beginning to rise, casting a golden hue across the water. There weren't too many people yet-just a few pandits performing their rituals, some devotees offering prayers, and the occasional local passing by. The usual tourist crowd was absent, perhaps because of the early hour. It was quieter than I expected, and surprisingly, I appreciated that. Watching the sun slowly climb into the sky, I realized this was one of the most beautiful sunrises I'd ever witnessed.

Krishav's Pov ended

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Meanwhile, at the Awasthi House...

The preparations for the grand Janmashtami celebration were in full swing. The house buzzed with activity, from the helpers stringing up marigold garlands to decorators adorning the entrance with vibrant colors. Though the main event was in the evening, the family was busy with preparations for the day-long puja.

"Hridya? Kahan jaa rahi hai?" A voice called from behind. Hridya, along with a group of little girls, froze in her tracks as she turned to see who had caught her in the act. It was her older sister, Vanya, standing with her arms crossed, glaring at her.

(Hridya, where are you going?)

"Umm...voh...didi...Main toh-" Hridya began stammering, trying to come up with an excuse, but one of the little girls beside her interrupted.