Mahabharata- I Wish This Lasts Forever(Editing)

Chapter-1|It's him

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**Diana's POV**

"Diana, you need to sleep right now. It's already 12:30 am." I heard my mom shout from the kitchen.
"Amma, I'm so close to the end of Mahabharatham! Rajkumaran Arjuna is just about to finish his Vanvasam and head back to Indraprastha with Subhadra," I pleaded, my voice echoing with excitement.
"Diana, I can't let you stay up any longer. This is the hundredth time I've heard you say this. Put your phone down and get some rest. You'll need your strength for tomorrow," she responded, raising her voice out of concern.

"Alright, Amma. I'll do as you say," I replied quietly.
"I suppose that means I have to wake up early tomorrow. I wonder what plans she has for me... maybe we'll just go to church," I thought, feeling a mix of resignation and curiosity.
"Diana, are you awake? Tomorrow is your brother's death anniversary. We have to attend mass at church and visit his grave together," she said softly, her voice tinged with sorrow.

I feigned sleep, but inside, my heart felt heavy. Tears escaped my eyes as memories of my brother, my Chimchim, flooded back. He had left this world a few years ago, but I always felt his presence with me.
"He may be gone, but he is forever in my heart, my Chimchim❤"
I closed my eyes tightly, hoping for rest.

A bright light illuminated my surroundings. A regal figure stood by the shore, adorned with jewels and wearing yellow sandals, exuding an otherworldly presence. I couldn't help but be captivated by him as the gentle breeze swept through me, pulling me back to reality.
I moved closer, curiosity overpowering me. He held a flute in one hand.

"Is it really you, Vasudeva? Could this be Krishna?" I drifted closer, mesmerized.
"Yes, my dear," he replied, his voice resonating with a divine warmth.

"Diana, wake up and get ready!" My mother's voice jolted me awake.
This was the first time I had ever dreamt of Krishna.
"So after all these years, you choose to visit me now, Kanha?"

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As we exited the church after mass, my heart felt so heavy with sorrow. All I could think about was my brother. Tears welled up in my eyes as I stood before his grave, feeling his enduring spirit surround me despite the ache in my heart.

My mother gently held my hand, offering comfort, and I clasped her hand tightly. Together, we found solace in each other's presence, struggling to cope with our shared grief. As we made our way back to the car, I wiped away my tears, still lost in my thoughts.

"Dhaksha?" A familiar voice called out to me.
I turned, startled.
There, by the seashore, stood a man with an impressive physique, playing the flute.
"No one plays the flute quite like our Kanha in his Raasa Leela."

The peacock feathers on his crown swayed gently in the ocean breeze, and he wore the same yellow sandaled attire from my dreams. His back was to me, and a sense of doubt crept in as I approached, wondering if he might just be an actor dressed as Krishna.