❝ All along I believed I would find you, Time has brought your heart to me.
I have loved you for a thousand year, I'll love you for a thousand more. ❞ (🌷)
𝘔𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵.. 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘣𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘤, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸�...
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As dawn broke over Gokul, the soft light of the rising sun filled the room where the three children—Krishna, his unnamed sister, and Balaram—slept soundly. Yashoda, watching them with tender eyes, quietly rose from her seat.
Outside, the village was beginning to stir. The sound of cows being led to pasture, and the distant calls of farmers readying for the day filled the air. But inside their little home, it was peaceful. Yashoda smiled as she looked at her children. There was something special about the way Krishna held his sister close, even in his sleep.
Nanda entered the room, standing next to Yashoda. "They look so peaceful together," he whispered.
"They do," Yashoda agreed softly. "But we still need to find a name for her."
Nanda thought for a moment. "What do you think, Arya? Something that fits her spirit."
Yashoda looked at her daughter, who now slept calmly beside Krishna. "I want her name to reflect the love and protection she'll always have, especially from her brothers."
"We'll find the perfect name soon," Nanda said, his voice filled with warmth. "But for now, let them rest."
The day carried on in Gokul, but in the quiet home of Nanda and Yashoda, the bond between the three children grew stronger, even in the stillness of sleep.
Meanwhile, in Hastinapur, the winds from the previous night had stilled, but the atmosphere within the palace felt heavy. King Pandu stood on the balcony of his chamber, looking out over the vast lands of Aryavarta. He was deep in thought.
In the royal nursery, Kunti watched over her sleeping children. She had sensed something unusual last night—the way the wind had suddenly changed, and how her youngest son had stirred as though feeling something distant. Though she couldn't quite understand it, she felt as if a new chapter in their lives was about to beginning.
*Time skip*
In Gokul, the peaceful village was abuzz with excitement. Yashoda, along with rohini and Nanda, gathered to finally name the newborn baby girl. The sun shone brightly as the women lovingly cradled the child, her eyes wide and curious as if sensing something important was about to happen.
"We have yet to find a name that suits her," Yashoda said, a soft smile playing on her lips. "It has to be something special."
Rohini nodded in agreement, while Nanda v stood by, deep in thought. They had discussed many names but none seemed quite right for the little girl who had already become the heart of their family.
Just then, Krishna, only 3 years old, came running into the courtyard, his face lit with excitement. He had been watching from a distance but now approached his parents with a determined look.
