The two of them engaged in a lighthearted tug-of-war over the haldi pot, both trying to claim it for themselves. In the process, they managed to spill all the haldi onto Balram. It became apparent to everyone that this was all part of their playful plan.
"Kanha, Gudiya, you both!!!" Balram shouted, chasing after them with a mock scowl. He caught them and, in a playful gesture, smeared haldi on both of their faces.
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At that very moment, Nakul, ever the prankster, darted forward and smeared haldi all over Subhadra's face, causing the entire room to erupt in laughter.
The haldi ceremony continued with light-hearted joy and the sounds of laughter filling the air. The groom's haldi was then sent to the bride, where she would apply it as part of the celebration.
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..... The night was silent, but Subhadra's mind was anything but. The flashes—those strange, haunting visions—had plagued her dreams since childhood, and now, they were returning with even greater intensity. What did they mean? Why did they feel so real?
To forget this she started playing her brother Krishna's flute.
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But nothing happened! She was so consumed in her thoughts that, Unable to suppress her unease any longer, she decided to confide in the one person who always had the answers—her Bhrata, Krishna. With determined steps, she made her way toward his chamber.
As she arrived, she found him sitting on the balcony swing, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight. His gaze was fixed on the empty seat beside him, as though he had been expecting her all along. Without even glancing her way, he patted the seat and spoke with a knowing smile.
"Stop staring at me, Bhadrey. Come, sit!"
Subhadra sighed. She was no longer surprised by his ability to know things before they happened—she had long since accepted that her brother was no ordinary man.
She took her place beside him, and in an instant, he pulled her into a protective sideways embrace. There was something profoundly comforting about it. The divine siblings, bound by an eternal connection, looked ethereal under the night sky, their presence radiating an unspoken power.
For a while, silence stretched between them, but Subhadra's mind refused to stay still. Eventually, she broke the silence, her voice filled with curiosity and urgency.
"Bhrata, I know you're aware of these visions I keep seeing. You always know everything. Please, tell me—what do they mean? Why do they haunt me so often now?"
Krishna remained silent for a moment, his arms still wrapped around her. Then, in his usual enigmatic manner, he spoke.
"It is not yet the right time to reveal this, Subhadre. But when the moment arrives, I promise—you will know everything."
Subhadra frowned in frustration. Of course, he wouldn't give a straight answer. Her Bhrata was a master of mysteries, and she had long learned that prying answers from him was near impossible.
"Why not now? Why must I always wait?" she asked, exasperated.
Krishna simply chuckled, his coppery eyes reflecting the secrets of the universe.
"Because, Ruchi, everything unfolds in its own time. Time rules all, and nothing can be revealed before its destined moment."
Subhadra huffed, her suspicion growing. "He's hiding something again, isn't he?" she thought.
Yet, despite her frustration, she couldn't fight the sense of warmth that Krishna's embrace provided. Slowly, her eyelids grew heavier, and before she knew it, sleep claimed her.
Krishna watched his little sister as she drifted into a deep slumber, her face now free of worry. A soft, affectionate smile played on his lips as he carefully lifted her in his arms and placed her gently on the bed.
Standing by her side, he brushed a loose strand of hair from her face and whispered,
"Sleep well, my Maya. The time will come soon."
And with that, the Supreme Lord gazed into the moonlit night, knowing that destiny was already weaving its path.