The Unwritten Chapter
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"Kanha," she asked, her voice a mix of awe and bewilderment. "Where am I? What is this place, anyway?"
"This is my abode, Sakhi," he said, his voice a gentle hum that filled her with a sense of peace. "You are in Goloka."
Aaradhya's eyes widened. She had read about Goloka in ancient scriptures, a heavenly realm of eternal bliss and divine love, where Krishna resided in his truest form.
"But... how?" she whispered, the word barely a breath. "I was... I was on Earth."
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"Can I get my phone?" she asked, the words a simple, direct request that seemed utterly out of place in the celestial hall.
The question was so mundane, so human, so utterly Aaradhya.
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What's gonna happen when a cute, sarcastic, and hopeless romantic Aaradhya finds herself in the middle of her favourite epic Mahabharata..?
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She sat curled in a large armchair, completely lost, on a grand adventure of dwapar yug.
" IF ONLY I WAS THERE "
She muttered in a low, frustrating tone and closed her eyes while thinking about her 'Kanha'
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