🥇in lakshmi🥇in laxminarayan..
In Vaikuntha she is Narayan's Sri; on Prithvilok, she is Krishna's Devashree
Call them Krishna and Devashree or Narayan and Lakshmi; both are as eternal as time. Experience their joy and pain by accompanying them in t...
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Devashree exhaled a deep sigh of relief the moment the door clicked shut behind her. Finally. Silence. A moment to breathe.
She was back in her old room, still as pristine as ever untouched by time. Everything was as she had left it.
Carefully, she placed Pradyumna in the middle of the bed, arranging the pillows and blankets around him to keep him from rolling over. She watched him for a moment smiling at the sight of his tiny chest rising and falling in deep, peaceful slumber.
Thank the gods babies sleep so much.
She gently brushed her hand over his dark curls. He had been restless the entire journey, fussing in the unfamiliar surroundings. But now, he looked utterly at peace, safe in the comfort of her childhood home.
He was safe. He was here. But was he happy?
Not entirely.
She knew he had started to miss his father. She had seen it in the way his little hands searched absently in the air, as if expecting to find Krishna there. In the way his eyes darted toward the door whenever footsteps echoed in the corridors.
Her Tanu had never troubled her much. He was a happy, easy child, full of laughter and boundless curiosity. But now, with Krishna's absence stretching longer and longer, it was getting hard.
He cried more often now. Not the sharp wails of hunger or discomfort, but the soft, heartbreaking whimpers of a child looking for something—someone—who wasn't there.
The nights had been the hardest. He would wake up crying, calling out in babbled syllables that only she could decipher. And no matter how tightly she held him, no matter how many lullabies she whispered against his soft hair, she could not fill the absence he felt.
He hadn't seen his father since falling ill, and then Krishna—oh, Krishna—had left even before laying eyes on him.
Did he not realize how deeply Tanu was missing him? Did he not feel it? The way Tanu's tiny heart ached in the absence of his father's embrace?
Did he not care?
She shook her head, shutting her eyes for a moment. No. That was unfair.
Krishna loved Pradyumna—she knew that.
But she had expected better from him.
Krishna, who could read the unspoken words in a person's heart, who could soothe a grieving soul with nothing but a look—had he truly not sensed their son's longing?
She knew that whatever was going on at Hastinapur was extremely important for Krishna but....but that didn't mean he would ignore his personal responsibilities towards his family.
She clenched her jaw, brushing a stray curl from Pradyumna's forehead.
With a sigh, Devashree pulled her hands away and straightened, rubbing her arms as if to shake off the unease settling in her chest. The summer heat had made her turtleneck and long-sleeved blouse unbearably itchy.
