Each day was a procession of adulation, a symphony of bowed heads and reverent whispers. Every ruler, be it a chieftain, a king or an emperor, all knelt before her, their eyes filled with a reverence that bordered on worship. The world saw in her a goddess, a savior, a beacon of hope. But in the quiet of her chambers, Krishneshwari felt like a mere mortal.
For thousands of years, the land of Aryavart had groaned under the weight of oppression, its people mere shadows of their former selves. Finally she came, like a dawn breaking through the night. Her birth was met with a collective sigh of relief, as if the earth itself exhaled after ages of holding its breath. But Shukracharya's cruel curse shrouds her memory, leaving her a mortal adrift in a world she commands. The Asuras seek her demise, while Shri Krishna is forbidden to see her, lest she perish.
A story of the making of Rajadhirajendrakumari, the princess of the greatest kings, the most clever woman who would ever walk the earth, the story of Krishneshwari, the tritiya manav-avatar of Harihareshwari.
~𝔹𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝟝 𝕠𝕗 𝕂𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕟𝕒-𝔸𝕣𝕛𝕦𝕟 𝕛𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕪 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤~
The war has left only devastation in its wake and the nightmares have become the new normal.
The weight of the deaths of his grandfather, teacher, elder brother, sons and nephews is too much to bear for Arjun at times.
Krishna holds him every time he breaks down, wondering how he has yet not connected the dots and lost his blind faith. The Lord of Creation prays his dearest friend never realizes that the one who wipes his tears is the same one who caused them to flow.
Until one day, their darkest, Arjun does realize, and the eternal Krishna-Arjun journey teeters on the verge of ending.
But how can eternity end so soon?