Dharmyudh ~ The Call Of Destiny

द्वितीय: अध्याय ~ The Arrival

𝐃𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐀𝐝𝐡𝐲ā𝐲𝐚 ~ "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲𝐮𝐝𝐡"

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓸 𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽. 𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓪 𝓳𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝔂, 𝓪 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓻𝓸𝓪𝓭 𝓯𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓾𝓶𝓹𝓱𝓼. 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽, 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓷𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓷𝓮, 𝓫𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓮, 𝓭𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓹. 𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓮𝓯𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓼, 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓬𝓬𝓾𝓶𝓾𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓮𝔁𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓾𝓵𝓽𝓼. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓮𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓬𝔂, 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓹 𝓪𝓽 𝓪 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮, 𝓷𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓼𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓵. 𝓡𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻, 𝓪 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓭-𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝓳𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝔂 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓹, 𝓪 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱, 𝓪 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽.

The first rays of dawn kissed Chandni's eyelids, gently coaxing her awake. Her body ached, a dull throb echoing through her limbs. A groan escaped her lips as she slowly opened her eyes, her vision still blurry. As her sight cleared, she was met with a breathtaking sight.

She found herself in a room unlike any she had ever seen. The walls were adorned with intricate carvings, depicting scenes from ancient mythologies. The floor was a mosaic of precious stones, each one glowing with an inner light. The ceiling, a masterpiece of celestial artistry, was adorned with constellations and celestial beings. The air was filled with a subtle fragrance, a blend of exotic incense and fragrant flowers.

She sat up, her heart pounding with a mix of awe and confusion. How had she ended up in such a place? This wasn't her modest apartment, nor the familiar surroundings of her studio. This was a palace, a magnificent structure that seemed to defy the laws of time and space.

As she explored the room, she discovered a wardrobe filled with exquisite garments, each one more beautiful than the last. There were silks and satins, embroidered with intricate patterns and adorned with precious jewels. A vanity mirror, inlaid with pearls and rubies, reflected her image. She was struck by her own appearance. Her skin was radiant, her eyes sparkled with a divine light, and her hair, a cascade of midnight black, flowed freely down her back.

A sense of unease crept into her heart. Who was she? How had she come to this place?

 As Chandni pondered the enigma of her surroundings, a soft knock interrupted her thoughts. The door creaked open, revealing a vision of ethereal beauty. A woman, her skin as radiant as the full moon, entered the room. Her eyes, as deep as the ocean, held a timeless wisdom. She was dressed in a flowing silk saree, adorned with delicate gold jewelry.

"Do not fret, dear one," the woman's voice was as soothing as a gentle breeze. "You are safe here."

Chandni was stunned. The woman's aura was divine, her presence commanding respect and reverence. A realization dawned upon her. Could this be? Could this be the legendary Rukmini, the wife of Lord Krishna?