"Tu safar mera, Hai tu hi meri manzil! Tere bina guzara, We dil hai mushkil!"
Subhadra frowned at Krishna's playful response, her heart still uneasy. "You always do this, Bhrata! You say something serious, then laugh it away. But I know you—you never speak without meaning."
Krishna smiled, his eyes soft with affection. "Ruchi, why worry about tomorrow when we have today? Come, shall we walk for a while?"
She sighed but nodded, falling into step beside him as they strolled through the palace gardens. Balram joined them soon, sensing the shift in the air. He placed a protective arm around Subhadra's shoulder, making her smile despite the heaviness in her heart.
"Now, what is this?" Balram teased. "Is Krishna troubling my little sister with his riddles again?"
Subhadra shook her head. "Not riddles, Dau... but words that feel like a hidden farewell."
Balram's expression darkened for a moment, but he quickly masked it with a chuckle. "Krishna is always speaking in riddles. Don't let him fool you."
Krishna laughed. "Oh, Dau, you make it sound as if I am trying to trick her. I only wish for Ruchi to understand that life is ever-changing."
Subhadra stopped walking and turned to face them both. "Then tell me, truthfully—will things change?"
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Krishna gazed at her with a knowing smile. "Everything changes, Ruchi. That is the way of the world. But the bond between us?" He placed a hand over her heart. "That will never change. No matter where we are, this love will remain eternal."
Balram nodded, his usual playful demeanor softening. "You are our little one, Ruchi. No distance, no time can take that away."
Subhadra felt her heart ache at their words, but she forced a smile. "Then I will hold onto that, Bhrata. No matter what happens, I will always remember this moment."
Krishna chuckled. "That is all I ask."
As they continued walking, the golden light of the setting sun cast long shadows, and in that moment, time stood still—a memory forever etched in their hearts. The future remained unseen, but one thing was certain: no matter where destiny led them, the love between the siblings would transcend time itself.
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After a day,
The grand court of Dwarka was buzzing with tension as King Vasudev and the ministers debated Subhadra's future. Subhadra, a teen on the cusp of adulthood, sat quietly at the edge of the room, her heart pounding. The voices around her seemed to blur as she tried to hold back the tears threatening to spill. They were discussing sending her away to Kanyakul, a place where warriors were forged through rigorous trials.
