Krishneshwari was hurled onto the damp earth, she winced as her shoulder grazed a sharp stone, but the sting was nothing compared to the frustration boiling within her. Why must every Asur think they could toy with her ? Despite her royal stature, she felt like a pawn in their wicked games. The allure of her being seemed to draw trouble like a moth to a flame.
Through the rustling leaves, her vision blurred momentarily before focusing on the looming figure of Arishtak. He towered above her, casting a monstrous shadow that enveloped her. His foot, thick and calloused, landed just inches from her face, blocking her escape. The scent of damp earth and sweat assaulted her senses as he bent closer, his breath hot and rancid.
"Apne swajano ko smaran karle, kanya. Tera annt nikat hai." He sneered, mocking her helplessness.
Krishneshwari's heart thundered, not merely with fear but with the raw determination to fight back. Her hand instinctively sought a sturdy branch lying nearby. With a surge of adrenaline, she seized it and swung with all her might. The branch connected with an unforgiving crack against Arishtak's cheek, sending him staggering back two steps, shock etched across his face.
Seizing the moment, Krishneshwari rose, fire igniting in her chest. She stood tall, her eyes blazing with fury. "Tum Asuro ne mujhe kya samjha hai ?! Kayaro ke bhaati chhup ke mujh par prahar kyu karte ho ? Yadi samarthya hai toh mere Pita se yudh karo. Unki sena se yudh karo !"
Arishtak's fingers brushed against his cheek, feeling the warm blood trickle down. His eyes narrowed, a mix of surprise and fury igniting within him. This fragile girl, with her wild hair and resolute stance, had dared to challenge his might. He had expected fear, perhaps even submission, but her fire only fueled his rage.
"Tera itna dussahas..." He growled, his voice low and menacing as he drew his massive sword from the sheath at his side, its blade glimmering ominously in the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees.
The sword was larger than any she had ever seen, sharp enough to cut through the thickest armor, yet here he was, wielding it against her. He lunged at Krishneshwari with a feral growl, his muscles coiling like a spring ready to unleash devastation. But her instincts kicked in just as she ducked low, feeling the rush of wind as the sword narrowly missed her.
In one fluid motion, she pivoted and landed a precise kick to his knee, a strike fueled by the frustration of encounters with Asuras.
Arishtak howled in pain, the force sending him crashing to the ground, his sword clattering away into the underbrush. Seizing the moment, Krishneshwari dashed deeper into the forest, her heart pounding like a war drum. The trees closed in around her, a sanctuary of shadows and whispers, but she could hear Arishtak's furious growls echoing behind her. The sounds of pursuit echoed behind her, the brute force of Arishtak gaining ground, his heavy footsteps crashing through the underbrush.
Suddenly, a glimmer of hope caught her eye-a temple stood ahead, ancient and solemn, its stone walls overrun with vines. Krishneshwari surged toward it, her breath quickening as she reached the weathered door. With a desperate push, she slammed it shut just as Arishtak barreled after her, his furious growl reverberating in the air.
She leaned against the door, heart racing, her eyes scanning the dimly lit space, the air was thick with incense and silence, broken only by the relentless thuds of Arishtak's furious assault on the door.
"DWAAR KHOL KANYA !" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the sacred space, "TU SADA KE LIYE ANDAR NAHI CHHUP SAKTI !"
Each strike sent a jolt of panic coursing through her veins, and she squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, fighting back the overwhelming fear that threatened to consume her. Her earlier bravado felt distant now; the adrenaline that fueled her defiance was waning.
Her gaze darted around the dimly lit temple, finally falling upon the statue of Narsimha, the fierce half-man, half-lion lord. The likeness radiated strength, and its fierce expression seemed to challenge the very darkness that threatened her. Her breath hitched as she moved towards the statue, each step heavy with desperation. Kneeling before Narsimha, she clasped her hands together, trembling.
"Raksha kijiye Prabhu.... Sahayata kijiye taat...." she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. The desperation clawed at her throat.
Just then, a violent crash rattled the door, causing her to yelp, the sound escaping her lips before she could stifle it. She sprang to her feet, her instincts screaming at her to flee. But where could she go ? Krishneshwari's heart raced, and with every shattering impact, her resolve wavered.
With a final, thunderous crash, the door splintered and flew off its hinges, leaving Krishneshwari gasping in shock. She instinctively turned and embraced the statue, her small frame dwarfed by the image of strength and valor before her.
As Arishtak's footsteps thundered closer, Krishneshwari eyes teared up. The once-hallowed space felt stifling, the air thick with tension. Her heart raced, a drumbeat of terror as she clutched the statue tighter, feeling its rigidness beneath her fingertips.
Suddenly, amidst the chaos, a warm hand enveloped her back-large, protective, and undeniably alive. The hand resting on her back was definitely not Arishtak's; it radiated a strange comfort that soothed the icy grip of terror threatening to consume her. The once-cold stone of the deity radiated warmth, pulsing like a heartbeat, as if the fierce protector had come alive.
As Krishneshwari looked up, her breath caught in her throat. Narsimha was before her-a figure of divine ferocity. His lion-like face radiated a fierce intensity, golden mane flowing like fire, eyes shimmering with a blend of compassion and wrath. His muscular frame emanated raw power, each sinew taut, ready to strike against the darkness that threatened her.
With a resounding roar, Narsimha rose to his feet, holding up Krishneshwari with one arm, cradling her as if she were a precious gem. Tears streamed down her cheeks, a mix of relief and reverence, blurring her vision of the fearsome visage. In that moment, she joined her hands in prayer, instinctively raising them above her head, a gesture of surrender and plea.
Arishtak's furious advance was halted, a chill crept through him, replacing his earlier bravado with trepidation. The door lay shattered at his feet, echoing the sound of his own heart pounding in his chest. The moment the lord's red eyes locked onto his, Arishtak felt a jolt of chilling dread.
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A/N
NARSIMHAAAA DEV IS HEREEEEE 🔥
Also can we appreciate how Krishneshwari is getting stronger as she reaches close to the age of 14 🌝✨
And if you wonder why Narsimha this time.... Well you see, despite showing strength, our little girl did get afraid. And out of all avatars, only Narsimha ji is the one who can do DUSHT BHANJANAM and BHAKT RANJANAM, at the same time ❤️
Other avatars, if they are angry, then they are angry only and destroy the enemy. If they are happy, then they are happy only and delight the devotees. Only Narsimha is the one who can delight the devotee while he is angry also 😂🙏
Just like how after killing Hiranyakashyap, his wrath is still there, but he picks up Prahlad and showers his love on him ✨
Ngl, he is the cutest avatar 🤣🙏🏻
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HARIHARESHWARI 17 - राजाधिराजेन्द्रकुमारी
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