Harika, a 19-year-old sweet, caring, and studious girl, has always been devoted to her family. Her heart was anchored in the love of those closest to her, but her soul longed for something far more profound something divine she couldn't quite unders...
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Harika was thinking about the coincidences lining up first the pandhri trip now tirupati something is very special she thought a small pretty smile creeping on her face as she awaits what comes
After 2 days
There flight was to be landing in the sacred land of tirupati Harika stepped out of the plane sensing the sudden change of atmosphere the humming of birds as if saying something big is awaiting for her the subtle smell of tulsi spreading across but her trance broke when her ajji called out
Ajji - where are u lost riku we are getting late let's go
Harika jerked her thoughts of now sitting in the hotel room she felt unusual energy around her she could get a clear of venkatadri her heart skipped a beat the view was ethereal she could hear the chants of " GovindaGovinda" from the people who were going for the darshan,s her urge and curiousity growed with each passing minute she could feel a tone of butterflies in her stomach she felt she was meant to be here in his tirupati in it all felt like a warm embrace she couldn't wait see the shri mukha of srinivasa they decided they will go by the stairs
She looked up at the daunting stairs winding their way to the sacred hilltop temple, her resolve tested by the sheer number of steps. Just as she took her first step, a piercing call shattered the silence a powerful eagle, wings spread wide, soared above her, its cry echoing as though carrying a message from beyond. Harika watched, mesmerized, as the eagle circled overhead, its gaze seemingly fixed upon her. The air around her suddenly grew intense, a whisper of divine power pulsing in the breeze, rustling the leaves with a gentle force. She shivered slightly, feeling as though the atmosphere itself was shifting, almost guiding her.
"Are you all right, beta?" Hrishikesh's gentle voice broke through her trance, and she blinked, grounding herself back to reality. "It's just the weather, nothing to worry about," he assured with a smile, though she sensed a flicker of curiosity in his eyes.
They began their ascent, and the climb quickly grew challenging, the relentless slope testing her endurance. But determined, she pushed forward, matching her father's steady pace. After a while, though, her legs grew heavy, and she paused, panting. Just then, a boy around her age approached, holding out a bottle of water with a calm, reassuring smile.
"Here, you look like youcould use this." His voice was warm, almost familiar. Gratefully, she accepted the bottle, taking a long sip as he watched her with a knowing gaze.
"Thank you... I" she began, but he cut her off with a bright smile.
"Just a few more steps, Harika," he said mysteriously, his words carrying an odd sense of comfort. "You're here for a reason, and it's closer thanyou think." Before she could ask how he knew her name, he turned and sprinted down the steps, disappearing around the curve, leaving her in stunned silence.
She stood there, bewildered, her mind racing to grasp the strange encounter. Why did his words feel so deeply significant, as though they carried a weight beyond the ordinary?
As she resumed her climb, a sudden gust of wind brought with it a sweet, intoxicating fragrance, enveloping her senses. She stopped, entranced, breathing in the delicate perfume of parijata blossoms, their scent so pure it was almost otherworldly. Her eyes searched the surrounding trees for the source, but there was nothing only the lingering, heavenly aroma that seemed to pull her into a deep, almost sacred memory.
For a few moments, everything else faded away. She felt as if time itself had stilled, as though she were standing on the threshold of something far greater than herself. The words of the boy echoed in her mind, blending with the fragrance of the flowers, whispering to her of a connection she couldn't yet comprehend.
At last, with a small, almost instinctual prayer forming in her heart, she took a steadying breath and continued her ascent. She didn't understand it all, but somehow, she felt that every step was leading her closer to something to Someone
In a soft trance, Harika felt the world around her fade as she climbed further up the sacred steps. The air held a subtle charge, as if laced with threads of divinity, and she felt the breeze gently caress her face, carrying with it the faint, timeless echoes of devotion. The melodic chants of " Jai shri hari" resonated through the air, weaving into the atmosphere with a depth that stilled her heart. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, letting herself melt into the rhythm of the sacred names, feeling them almost as a heartbeat beneath her own.
The boy's words lingered in her mind, his bright smile and knowing gaze replaying like fragments of a dream. Who was he? she wondered. His presence had seemed both natural and otherworldly, as if he were part of something beyond her understanding, part of the very essence of this place.
As she continued upward, her steps felt lighter, almost as though the divine chants themselves were lifting her. Each step, each breath, each whisper of the breeze wrapped around her in a cocoon of warmth and familiarity. For the first time, she wondered if the reason she had come here was not simply to visit the temple with her father but to seek answers her heart had been quietly yearning for.
Why do I feel this way? Why do these chants move me so deeply? Her soul seemed to be responding, reaching toward an answer just beyond her grasp.
Finally, as she reached a small resting place on the climb, she glanced back down the steps, almost expecting to see the boy once more, that reassuring smile and his mysterious presence. But there was only the endless stretch of the stone staircase, bathed in the golden hues of morning light. Yet somehow, she felt he was still with her, like a silent guardian watching over her journey.
With a small prayer forming in her heart, she whispered, "Srinivasa... Venkateshwara..." letting his name fall like petals from her lips, offering it to the divine presence she felt around her.
In vaikuntha srinivasa was smiling glancing at his devotee who eager was to see him in as devi satyabhama stepped in
Satyabhama - "Prabhu aapki iss chanchal muskan kya darsha rhi hai ? Harika ko pata chal jayega ki voh yuvak aap hi hai swami,
Krishna - Satya abhi toh nhi par main bhi kaise reh sakta hu jab usse meri avashyakta hai? Aisa kbhi sambhav hua hai kisi bhakt ko meri avashyakta hai aur main na jau aur Hari toh mere hriday ke atyant sameep hai ,
janaradana smirked his eyes sparkling Hinting what's going to happen next
------------------------------------- Here is the chapter and happy diwali everyone ✨do let me know your thoughts in the comments and should I make the aesthetics of the characters like harika do tell me like share
