58."Let Me Finish This Delicious Makhan!”

(A/N: My dear readers, happy Ganesh Chaturthi! In this beautiful moment, I hope you enjoy this long chapter.)

After driving for a while, we finally approached the hotel. Opulent Heights stood tall and imposing, its grand structure rising majestically against the backdrop of the fading evening light. The sun hung low on the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue over the city, and the sleek curves of the hotel's glass façade glimmered in the soft glow. The word Opulent Heights glowed faintly at the top, illuminated just enough to catch the eye, as if it was preparing for the nightfall ahead.

The sunlight played delicately on the building, its rays dancing off the glass like ripples on water, reflecting a mesmerizing array of light. Each shimmering balcony caught the sun's final warmth, making the entire structure feel alive, as though it were breathing with the rhythm of the day turning into dusk.

As we got closer, the full scale of Opulent Heights' grandeur truly came into view. The meticulously landscaped gardens surrounding the entrance were nothing short of perfection. Palm trees, their leaves swaying gently in the evening breeze, cast long, graceful shadows across the neatly paved pathways. The soft hum of the wind mixed with the subtle rustle of leaves, creating an atmosphere of quiet elegance.

Around the pool area, the lights began flickering on, casting a soft, turquoise glow that seemed to blend seamlessly with the amber tones of the fading sun. The pool, shimmering under the glow of the evening sky, reflected the deepening colors of dusk—a blend of orange, pink, and violet hues dancing on the surface of the water. It felt like stepping into a dream, where the boundaries between luxury and nature blurred effortlessly.

I glanced at the girls, noticing how mesmerized they were by the scene unfolding before us. Aamukta, her gaze fixed on the glowing pool, softly whispered, "It's beautiful."

Ammu, equally entranced, responded with a smile, "Yes, as expected. After all, we're talking about Opulent Heights."

Their conversation brought a smile to my face. It was moments like these—quiet, simple, and full of appreciation—that made everything worth it. I guided the car toward the parking lot, feeling the warmth of the setting sun against my skin. As the engine quieted and I parked the car, we all stepped out, the cool evening air greeting us.

As we got out of the car, the warm glow of the hotel's exterior illuminated our faces. The manager, accompanied by a group of staff members, was walking toward us with a genuine smile that seemed to reflect the hotel's welcoming atmosphere. The sight of him approaching with a bouquet of fresh flowers in hand instantly added a touch of elegance to our arrival.

"Good evening, sir and ma'ams. Welcome to Opulent Heights," the manager said, his voice rich with hospitality. His eyes sparkled with the kind of warmth that suggested he took great pride in his role.

I accepted the bouquet with a grateful smile, admiring the assortment of vibrant, fresh blooms. "Thank you. How's everything going with the hotel?"

The manager's smile widened as he responded, "Everything is running smoothly, sir. No complaints or issues. We've had a few special events recently, but everything has been handled flawlessly."

I nodded appreciatively. "That's great to hear. We want our guests to have nothing but the best experience."

As we conversed, the staff efficiently began unloading our luggage, their movements synchronized and precise, ensuring our belongings were handled with care. The smooth coordination of their efforts was a testament to the hotel's high standards.

Once the luggage was taken care of, the manager gestured toward the entrance. "Please, let me guide you inside."

We followed him toward the grand entrance, where the large glass doors stood poised like sentinels. The sight was nothing short of spectacular. The doors, framed with polished bronze, gleamed softly in the evening light. As we approached, the doors glided open with a gentle whoosh, revealing the opulent interior.

The lobby was a symphony of elegance and comfort. The floor, a mosaic of marble tiles, reflected the soft lighting from the elegant chandeliers above. The room was adorned with lush plants and tasteful art pieces that added a touch of refinement. The soft murmur of conversations and the occasional clink of glasses from the adjacent bar created a soothing background ambiance.

Guests lounged in plush chairs and sofas, some engaged in lively conversations while others enjoyed moments of quiet reflection.

As we arrived in front of our room, I took the initiative to grab our luggage from the staff with a friendly smile. "Thank you for your help," I said, ensuring my appreciation was clear.

The manager, who had been diligently assisting us throughout, handed me a digital key card with a courteous nod. "Here is your key, sir. If you need anything during your stay, please don't hesitate to call."

"Thank you," I replied, taking the key card and giving him a final appreciative smile. After he departed, I turned to the girls, who looked visibly exhausted from the day's activities.

Seeing their fatigue, I couldn't help but smile, trying to lift their spirits. I unlocked the door and guided everyone inside. The moment the door swung open, the inviting warmth of the suite greeted us. I locked the door behind us and began to settle in.

The girls made a beeline for the large, plush sofa, sinking into its softness with audible sighs of relief. They looked both worn out and relieved, their expressions a mix of tiredness and contentment. I placed the bouquet of flowers on the elegant table in the center of the room, where its bright colors added a touch of freshness to the space.

Walking towards the kitchen area, I opened the refrigerator and retrieved three bottles of chilled water. The cool bottles were a welcome refreshment after our long journey. With a smile, I made my way back to the girls, holding out the bottles.

"Water, anyone?" I asked, trying to bring a bit of lightness into the moment.

Anu was the first to respond, her hand reaching out for a bottle with a grateful expression. "Yes, please. I'm parched."

I passed the bottles to Anu, Aamukta, and Raji, ensuring each one had a cold drink in hand. They took the bottles with appreciative nods and immediately began to drink, the refreshing coolness visibly easing their exhaustion.

After they finished, I took the bottles back from them and, along with Ammu, opened bottles, savoring the crisp, cold water. The simple act of hydration seemed to revive us a bit, and I felt the day's strain slowly ebbing away.

I glanced around the room, noting how the soft lighting and luxurious surroundings made for a soothing environment. The room was beautifully designed, with tasteful décor and a comfortable ambiance that promised a restful night.

"So," I said, breaking the comfortable silence, "How's everyone feeling now? Ready to unwind and enjoy a relaxing evening?"

Aamukta looked up, her eyes reflecting a mix of relief and contentment. "Much better, thanks. It's been a long day, but It's exactly what we needed."

Raji nodded in agreement, her shoulders relaxing as she leaned back into the sofa. "This is perfect. I didn't realize how much I needed this until now."

Anu, looking more relaxed, added with a smile, "It's nice to finally settle down. The day's been long, but this room and the water are just what we needed."

I sighed contentedly, feeling the weight of the day's activities lift off my shoulders. "I think I should take a shower," I said.

The girls exchanged glances. I noticed their subtle, unspoken agreement I said, "If any of you want to shower first, just go ahead. I can take mine last."

Ammu, her expression softening with a tired but genuine smile, shook her head. "No, you go ahead. We're pretty exhausted, so you can take a shower first. We'll manage."

I nodded appreciatively. "If you say so," I replied, rising from my seat. I grabbed my bag of clothes and headed toward the bedroom.

As I stepped into the master bedroom, I was immediately struck by its modern and sophisticated design. The room was enveloped in a dark color scheme that added a touch of elegance and calm. A large, luxurious bed dominated the space, its plush headboard inviting relaxation. Beneath the bed, a soft gray rug provided a comforting contrast to the dark hardwood floors.

The room was bathed in natural light thanks to a massive glass wall, which offered a panoramic view of the cityscape. Smaller windows sprinkled around the room provided additional glimpses of the outside world, creating a connection with the urban environment while maintaining privacy.

The ceiling, painted a deep, rich hue, featured recessed lighting that cast a warm, ambient glow, enhancing the dramatic effect of the room. On one side of the bed stood a substantial built-in bookshelf, its shelves lined with a curated collection of books and decorative items. A small potted tree added a refreshing touch of greenery, its leaves a vibrant contrast to the room's darker tones.

On the opposite side of the bed, a gray upholstered ottoman sat paired with a matching armchair, offering a cozy nook for reading or contemplation. The room's overall atmosphere was one of serene sophistication, a perfect retreat from the busyness of the day.

I closed the bedroom door behind me, setting my bag down on the bed. I quickly removed my clothes, feeling the comfort of being out of the travel attire. I reached into the drawer, pulling out a fluffy towel, and made my way to the bathroom.

The bathroom was a sanctuary of relaxation, with soft, ambient lighting and a spacious, modern design. I turned on the shower, letting the cold water cascade down, its chill invigorating against my skin. The sensation was refreshing and soothing, the weight of the day lifting away with each droplet.

As I stood there, enjoying the calming rhythm of the shower, I heard the bedroom door creak open. The sound was subtle, but I could tell someone was coming in. My initial assumption was correct when I heard Ammu's voice, soft and cautious. "I'm going inside the bathroom."

I raised an eyebrow in surprise, but before I could react, Anu's voice cut through, more determined. "No, you all go out. I'm going inside to take a shower with Krishna."

Then I heard Raji's voice join in, with a similar intent. "I also want to take a shower with Krishna."

Then came Aamukta's voice, a mix of determination and playfulness. "Me too."

A soft sigh escaped my lips as I stood under the flow of cold water, the coolness not just from the shower but also from the situation.

As the playful argument continued behind me, I finished my shower and began drying off with a towel. I wrapped it securely around my waist and, feeling amused I walked toward the bathroom door. The sounds of the girls' lively debate faded as I opened the door.

Stepping out, I saw the girls standing in the hallway, their eyes wide with surprise and curiosity. I offered them a reassuring smile, trying to diffuse the tension. "Well, you can stop now. I've already finished my shower."

Instead of responding, they seemed to be frozen in place, their gazes lingering on me. I could sense the awkwardness in the air and decided to address it directly.

"Stop staring," I said with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. "It's not like you've never seen my body before."

The girls looked at each other, their cheeks flushing slightly. Anu, her gaze darting away, said with a hint of embarrassment, "It's not like that."

(A/N: ChatGPT doesn't support intimate scenes, which is making things difficult for me. If you have any other options or suggestions, please let me know.)

I raised an eyebrow, my smile widening. "Oh, I understand." saying that I approach my bag but before I could even reach for the strap, a sudden warmth enveloped me. Ammu had leapt into my arms, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist.

My breath caught in my throat as I instinctively held her, my hands resting on her hips. I looked down into her sparkling eyes, a smile tugging at my lips. "Aren't you tired?" I asked softly.

Ammu giggled. "I was, but not anymore." Her voice was a sweet melody, her smile infectious.

Leaning in, I captured her lips in a tender kiss. Her lips were soft, tasting like sweet nectar. As I deepened the kiss, my hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves of her hips and the gentle swell of her breasts.

Ammu's arms tightened around me, her kisses becoming more passionate. My head spun as I lost myself in the moment.

Breaking away, I kissed her neck, my touch light and feather-like. Ammu moaned softly, her hands framing my face as she showered me with kisses.

As we came to a stop, I glanced into her eyes and smiled. "I think that's enough for today, don't you?" Ammu nodded and began to get down. Before I could think further, Anu leaped into my arms. I caught her around the waist, feeling her light frame against me. Looking into my eyes with a playful smile, "Now it's my turn" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

I chuckled softly, leaning in to meet her lips in a gentle, tender kiss. As our kiss deepened, I guided us toward the bed, sitting down on the edge of the mattress. My hands moved over Anu's body, tracing the soft curves of her hips, savoring the warmth of her skin. Slowly, I cupped her breasts, gently squeezing them.

Anu let out a quiet moan, her body arching toward mine, the heat between us intensifying. I tightened my grip on her hips, pulling her closer, feeling the rising tension in the air.

After a few moments, we broke apart, both of us breathing heavily. I looked into Anu's eyes, my heart pounding. She smiled, her gaze shimmering with a mix of desire and contentment.

I gently put Anu down and stood up from the bed, I noticed Raji and Aamukta eagerly ready for their turn. They smiled playfully, beginning to approach me. Before they could get too close, I instinctively moved back, raising my hand with a grin and saying, "Stop, stop!"

For a moment, I thought it was just a bit of fun, but the look on their faces quickly changed. I watched their playful expressions falter, replaced by something I hadn't expected—confusion, maybe even hurt. Their eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and the cheerful mood seemed to slip away like sand between fingers.

Raji, with her voice trembling ever so slightly, asked, "Krishna, what happened? Did I do something wrong?" Her words were soft, almost as if she was afraid of the answer.

Aamukta, looking equally heartbroken, echoed Raji's sentiments. "Yes, Krishna, did I do something wrong?" Her eyes, now glassy with emotion, stared into mine, searching for reassurance.

I froze, realizing how my simple joke had been misunderstood. Seeing that Raji and Aamukta were on the verge of tears, I panicked, raising my hands in a gesture of reassurance. "Hey, hey! What are you two saying? You didn't do anything wrong!"

Raji looked up at me, her voice still shaky. "Then why are you stopping us?"

I let out a soft chuckle, trying to diffuse the tension as I smiled warmly. "Listen, I'm a 21-year-old, healthy young man," I started, pausing for a moment to choose my words carefully, "and if four beautiful girls, who I love deeply, all decide to kiss me at the same time, well… let's just say, my hormones might get a little out of control."

I winked at them, hoping to lighten the mood. They blinked, staring at me for a moment as if processing my words. Then Aamukta, still sniffling a little, tilted her head. "So…?"

"So," I continued, chuckling, "let me at least get dressed first. Then we can continue, okay?"

A playful smile spread across the girls' faces as Raji approached me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Before I could react, she seized the towel around my waist, her eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and humor.

"Raji, what are you doing?" I asked, my voice a mix of surprise and amusement.

Raji looked up at me with an innocent expression, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "What am I doing? Nothing much. I just wanted to see how long my boyfriend could control himself."

Her playful tone made me chuckle. I decided to play along, a smile tugging at my lips as I responded, "Oh, so you want to test me, huh? Alright, if you all are so eager, I suppose I should just remove the towel."

As my hand moved towards the towel, Raji's eyes widened in a sudden realization. "Wait, wait! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" she exclaimed, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and amusement. She quickly let go of the towel, stepping back with a flustered but amused look on her face. "You can wear your clothes!"

Hearing my playful remark, I noticed the girls' faces turning a deep shade of red, mirroring the color of fresh roses. Their reactions made me chuckle softly, and I decided to continue the playful banter.

"Why are you all so embarrassed?" I teased, a mischievous grin spreading across my face. "It's not like you're never going to see it. You're going to see it soon enough."

As if on cue, Aamukta, with a mock glare, picked up a pillow from the bed and hurled it towards me. I caught it effortlessly before it could hit me, holding it up with an exaggerated flourish.

"What's this for, Cutie Pie?" I asked, feigning innocence as I looked at Aamukta.

Aamukta, still smiling but with a hint of playfulness in her eyes, replied, "You pervert hungry beast."

I rolled my eyes dramatically, playing along with the act. "Oh, really? You girls started this whole thing. You wanted to see me without my towel, and now that I'm actually going to do it, you call me a pervert?"

Shaking my head in mock exasperation, I added, "Hypocrisy! So much hypocrisy."

Raji, joining in on the fun, chimed in with a smirk, "Don't talk, just wear your clothes. We're waiting for our turn, pervert."

With a grin, I shook my head again. "Tsk, tsk. Hypocrisy indeed," I said, before turning towards the bed to start putting on my clothes.

As I finished dressing, I was immediately greeted by Raji and Aamukta, who playfully leaped onto me, their laughter filling the room. With a tender smile, I leaned in and kissed each of them on the lips, letting the affection and love I felt for them show in those moments. Their lips were warm and soft against mine, and the kisses were filled with a sweetness that made me cherish these simple but precious interactions.

Once the kisses were shared, girls playfully but firmly pushed me out of the bedroom, eager to take their showers. I complied with a grin, giving them one last affectionate glance before stepping out into the living area.

In the quiet of the room, I turned on the TV and sank into the plush comfort of the sofa. As the screen lit up, I navigated to the Hungama channel, a nostalgic wave washing over me. To my delight, the channel was airing episodes of Pokémon from Generation 1, a classic that brought back so many fond memories.

The episode currently playing was "Pikachu's Goodbye," where Ash and Pikachu's friendship is put to the test. I settled in, letting the familiar opening theme of the show bring a smile to my face. The show was filled with its usual mix of adventure and heartwarming moments, reminding me of simpler times.

The opening scenes with Ash and Pikachu on their journey through the verdant Viridian Forest, their playful interactions with the wild Pokémon, and the ever-present challenge of facing new trainers brought a comforting sense of nostalgia. The bright colors and cheerful music created a backdrop that was both relaxing and uplifting.

As the episode progressed, the bond between Ash and Pikachu was portrayed with an emotional depth that tugged at my heartstrings. The story of Pikachu's temporary separation from Ash was a poignant reminder of the strength of their friendship. I found myself deeply immersed in the storyline, the warmth of the episode perfectly complementing the peaceful ambiance of the hotel room.

The laughter and chatter from the girls in the background, as they enjoyed their showers, mixed with the comforting sounds of the Pokémon episode, created a serene and pleasant atmosphere.

As I settled into the sofa, absorbed in the comforting world of Pokémon, the soft sound of the bedroom door creaking open drew my attention. I glanced up to see the girls emerging, freshly showered and radiant. The water droplets clinging to their skin shimmered in the light, adding a natural glow that enhanced their beauty. Each of them seemed to carry a fresh, serene aura that complemented the calm ambiance of the hotel room.

Raji and Aamukta approached first, their expressions bright with contentment. Raji, with a playful glint in her eyes, took a seat beside me, her warm embrace wrapping around my arm. Aamukta followed, slipping into the space on my other side, her closeness adding to the feeling of comfort that enveloped me. Ammu and Anu settled in beside them.

I offered a genuine smile, my eyes reflecting the warmth I felt. "You all look gorgeous," I said, my voice filled with sincere admiration. The compliment elicited sweet smiles from each of them, their faces lighting up with happiness at my words.

The girls nestled in around me, their presence adding a new layer of warmth to the already cozy atmosphere. I felt a pleasant surge of affection as I looked around at them, each one contributing to the joyful, relaxed mood of the evening.

I refocused on the screen, the familiar scenes of Ash and Pikachu's adventures unfolding before us. As the episode played out, the soft murmur of the TV was interrupted by Ammu's curious voice. "Krishna, what are you watching?"

I turned my attention away from the screen to her. "Pokémon," I replied, my tone light and nostalgic.

Aamukta raised an eyebrow, a hint of skepticism in her voice. "Why are you watching a cartoon?"

I chuckled softly, shaking my head. "It's not a cartoon; it's anime."

Anu chimed in, a touch of playfulness in her tone. "It's basically the same thing."

I smiled, determined to clarify. "No, it's not. Anime and cartoons are different, you know."

The girls exchanged glances, then responded in unison, "Whatever you say."

Their harmonious response brought a genuine smile to my face. The atmosphere was relaxed and light-hearted, with the easy banter adding to the enjoyment of the evening. Raji, ever affectionate, adjusted herself and gently placed her head on my lap. Her presence was comforting, and I couldn't help but stroke her hair tenderly.

With Raji nestled comfortably, I resumed watching the Pokémon episode.

The gentle pat of my hand on Raji's head and the occasional exchange of playful remarks among the girls made the evening feel truly special.

As the Pokémon episode wrapped up, the room was filled with the soft sounds of the TV fading to the end credits. I glanced at the girls, who were still engrossed in the show, their faces illuminated by the warm glow of the screen. With a smile, I decided to suggest a change of scenery.

"So, girls," I began, my tone light and enthusiastic, "how about we go out? I heard about the Dhyana Buddha statue. It's not too far from here and it closes at 8 PM. Since it's only 6 PM, we've got time. What do you think?"

The girls exchanged intrigued glances, their curiosity piqued. Anu, always practical, was the first to ask, "Where exactly is this place?"

I leaned back, letting a relaxed smile play on my lips. "It's a serene spot with a large Buddha statue, known for its peaceful ambiance. It's a popular place for a calming evening stroll, and it's supposed to be beautiful at sunset."

Ammu's eyes lit up with interest. "That sounds lovely. I've heard about it but never had the chance to visit."

Aamukta nodded in agreement. "It sounds like a nice change from the hotel. Plus, it would be great to see something new."

Raji, still nestled comfortably on my lap, looked up with a sleepy but enthusiastic smile. "I'm up for it. It'll be a nice way to end the day."

Seeing their positive reactions, I felt a surge of excitement. "Great! Let's get ready then. We have a bit of time before we need to head out."

The girls quickly stood up, their earlier fatigue giving way to a new burst of energy. They moved around the room, gathering their things and preparing to leave. The sense of anticipation was palpable, and I could see the eagerness in their movements.

As we prepared to head out, the atmosphere was filled with a lively sense of adventure. The prospect of visiting the Dhyana Buddha statue seemed to invigorate everyone, and the excitement was contagious.

When we finally stepped out of the hotel, the evening air was crisp and refreshing. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving a dusky glow that hinted at the coming twilight. The city lights began to twinkle, casting a soft glow on the streets as we made our way to the car.

I opened the car doors for everyone, and as we settled in, the girls chatted animatedly about the evening ahead. The drive to the Dhyana Buddha statue was filled with a sense of cheerful anticipation, the city's vibrant energy contrasting with the tranquil atmosphere we hoped to experience at our destination.

As we arrived at the site, the statue stood majestically against the backdrop of the night sky, its serene presence illuminated by soft, ambient lights.

As we stepped out of the car, the first thing that struck us was the serene beauty of the Dhyana Buddha statue illuminated against the night sky. The soft glow from strategically placed lights cast a gentle halo around the statue, making it appear almost ethereal.

As we approached the Dhyana Buddha statue, the evening had settled into a serene twilight. The statue, bathed in soft, ambient light, stood majestically against the backdrop of the darkening sky. Its serene expression and the tranquil surroundings created a perfect ambiance for relaxation and reflection. The pathway leading to it was softly illuminated by lanterns, casting a warm, inviting glow.

The girls and I took our time walking along the path, each step drawing us closer to the statue's tranquil presence. The gentle sounds of the evening—rustling leaves, distant murmurs of other visitors, and the soft chirping of crickets—added to the peaceful atmosphere.

As we reached the base of the statue, we paused to take in its grandeur. The intricate details carved into the stone were illuminated by the ambient lights, highlighting the Buddha's serene and contemplative expression. The scene was picturesque, and I could see the excitement in the girls' eyes.

Raji was the first to pull out her phone, her enthusiasm evident. "This place is amazing! We have to capture this moment," she said, her voice tinged with excitement. She began snapping photos, capturing the statue from different angles, her camera clicking rapidly.

Aamukta joined her, her phone also ready. "Let's get some pictures of all of us with the statue in the background," she suggested, her smile infectious. We positioned ourselves in front of the statue, striking various poses. The soft light of the evening and the serene backdrop made every shot look like a postcard.

Ammu and Anu took turns with the phone, experimenting with different angles and compositions. There was a playful energy among us as we posed with exaggerated expressions, pretending to meditate like the Buddha or mimicking its serene pose. Our laughter echoed through the garden, blending with the gentle sounds of the night.

Raji captured a particularly funny moment where Aamukta was pretending to be deep in meditation while Anu and I struck silly poses beside her. The resulting photo was met with peals of laughter from all of us. "You look like you're about to fall asleep in that pose!" Ammu teased Aamukta, who just rolled her eyes good-naturedly.

We continued taking pictures, our laughter and playful banter filling the air. The evening was a perfect mix of fun and tranquility. The girls' laughter and the cheerful atmosphere created a vivid contrast to the calm serenity of the Buddha statue.

At one point, Raji suggested a group photo with a timed shot. We gathered close together, our arms around each other, and posed for the camera. The timer ticked down, and just as the shutter clicked, Aamukta made a funny face, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

After a few more photos, we decided to explore the surroundings. The pathway leading to the statue was beautifully landscaped, with neatly trimmed hedges and blooming flowers that added a splash of color to the night. The gentle murmur of a nearby fountain created a soothing ambiance.

As we walked along the path, we came across a small garden with benches and lanterns. The soft glow of the lanterns created a cozy and romantic atmosphere, perfect for more photos.

Raji and Aamukta sat on one of the benches, playfully pretending to have a deep conversation. Ammu and Anu stood nearby, striking poses and laughing at their friends' antics. I snapped a few candid shots, capturing the genuine laughter among us.

"Look at this one!" I said, showing them a particularly funny shot of Ammu and Anu mid-laugh, with their faces frozen in exaggerated expressions. The girls erupted into laughter, their happiness palpable.

As we finished taking photos, we sat down on a nearby bench to relax and enjoy the view. The gentle breeze rustled the leaves, and the soft illumination of the garden created a serene atmosphere. The sky above was a deep indigo, dotted with stars that seemed to twinkle in harmony with the gentle lights of the garden.

As we settled on the bench, I noticed Aamukta and Raji chatting animatedly about their day while Ammu and Anu discussed their favorite moments from the photos.

The time passed quickly as we continued to enjoy each other's company. The peaceful surroundings and the shared laughter made the evening truly memorable. It was a perfect blend of fun, relaxation, and connection, with the Dhyana Buddha statue serving as a serene backdrop to our joyous interactions.

As the night deepened, the garden began to quiet down, and we decided it was time to head back to the hotel. We took one last look at the Buddha statue, appreciating the calm and beauty it had provided us that evening. With our hearts full of happiness and our phones full of memories, we made our way back to the car, the laughter and camaraderie lingering in the air as we drove back to the hotel.

As we returned to the hotel room, the casual, relaxed atmosphere settled in. The girls and I had decided to spend the evening lazily, taking the opportunity to unwind and enjoy each other's company in a more laid-back setting.

I sank into the plush sofa, letting its softness embrace me, and turned my attention to the TV. The soft glow from the screen flickered across the room, creating a cozy ambiance. As I idly flipped through channels, I noticed the girls gathered on the other side of the room, their attention focused on Aamukta's phone. Their laughter and animated conversation hinted at their excitement, and curiosity piqued, I asked, "Cutie pie, what are you doing over there?"

Aamukta looked up from her phone with a bright smile, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Krishna, come here quickly," she called out, her voice warm and inviting. I pushed myself off the sofa and walked over to join them. Settling down in the middle of the group, I was met with a flurry of enthusiastic chatter and beaming faces.

Aamukta eagerly began scrolling through the photos we had taken earlier at the Dhyana Buddha statue. "I'm posting these on Instagram," she explained, her fingers deftly navigating the screen. "Tell me which ones you like the best."

I leaned in, my eyes scanning the images one by one. The first photo was our group shot, everyone posing together in front of the statue. We all looked genuinely happy, our smiles bright and our poses relaxed. Next was a candid shot of me hugging Aamukta from behind, our faces lit up with joyful expressions. The third photo captured a playful moment where I was holding Raji in a princess carry, her laughter evident in the shot.

The fourth photo was similar but featured Ammu in the princess carry instead of Raji. It was a sweet and charming image that showcased our playful interactions. The fifth photo was even more heartwarming: I was holding Anu above me, her lips pressed to my forehead in a gentle kiss. Each photo was a snapshot of the joy and camaraderie we had shared that evening.

I couldn't help but smile as I reviewed the photos. "These are great," I said, my voice filled with genuine appreciation. "The photos capture all the fun we had perfectly. The ones with the princess carries are especially adorable."

Aamukta's smile widened, clearly pleased with my feedback. "I thought so too," she said, her excitement evident. "I'm about to post them now."

The girls gathered around Aamukta's phone as she began uploading the photos, their animated discussion continuing. They debated over captions and hashtags, trying to capture the essence of the day in a few clever words. The room was filled with a warm, cheerful energy, and I could see the genuine happiness in their expressions as they reminisced about the day's adventures.

As Aamukta finished posting the photos, she turned to us with a satisfied grin. "All done," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'm so glad we captured these moments."

Hearing Aamukta's words, I smiled and said, "Anyway, it's already dinner time. Should we head downstairs or would you prefer I order room service?"

Ammu, looking exhausted from the day's activities, replied, "Krishna, I don't have the energy to go anywhere."

I nodded understandingly, a grin forming on my face. "Okay, then I'll order food for us."

The girls all agreed with nods and murmurs of assent. I quickly picked up my phone and called the hotel manager, placing our order for a variety of dishes. I requested that the food be delivered to our room, and after confirming the details, I hung up.

The anticipation for the meal added a sense of excitement to the evening. As we waited, we settled into a relaxed, comfortable atmosphere, chatting and sharing lighthearted stories. The room was filled with the soothing sound of our laughter, punctuated by the occasional glance at the TV, which continued to play in the background.

After a while, there was a knock at the door, and the staff member who had delivered our food left it outside. I opened the door to retrieve our dinner, the aroma of the food wafting into the room and immediately stimulating our appetites.

The table was soon filled with an array of dishes—fluffy naan, flavorful curries and a variety of salads. The vibrant colors and enticing scents of the food added to the warmth of the evening. I set the dishes out on the coffee table, ensuring everything was within easy reach.

As the girls gathered around, I took on the role of a makeshift waiter, serving them with a flourish. I placed generous portions of food onto their plates, making sure each dish was evenly distributed. With a playful grin, I said, "Now, girls, I'm going to feed you. What do you say?"

Ammu, Raji, and Aamukta looked at me with amused expressions, clearly enjoying the attention. Anu chuckled and said, "You're spoiling us, Krishna."

I waved off Anu's comment with a grin and said, "Oh, come on, you don't have to worry. Even if I spoil you, it's my responsibility."

The girls responded with a chorus of cheerful agreement, their eyes twinkling with appreciation. I started to feed them with my hands, gently placing morsels of food into their mouths and enjoying their delighted reactions.

However, after a minute, I noticed a subtle shift in their expressions. Their laughter faded into a look of concern, and they began to speak with a tone of worry. "Krishna, is everything alright? Why are you crying?"

I froze, momentarily bewildered by their sudden concern. I blinked, trying to understand why they were asking such a question. I reached up to touch my eyes, only to discover, to my shock, that tears were indeed streaming down my face.

"What?" I muttered, my voice trembling slightly as I touched my cheeks, trying to make sense of the situation. I glanced around at the girls, who were now looking at me with a mix of alarm and confusion. The tears continued to fall, seemingly without my control.

"Why am I crying?" I whispered to myself, the realization dawning on me that my emotions were betraying me at this unexpected moment. It wasn't the kind of response I had anticipated, and the sight of the girls' concerned faces only deepened the confusion.

Before I could process anything further, a sudden, intense pain surged through my head. I clutched my temples, a sharp throb pounding relentlessly. The room, once filled with the sounds of our casual chatter and the clinking of cutlery, now seemed distant and muffled. My vision wavered, and the edges of the room grew blurry.

The girls, sensing something was terribly wrong, sprang into action. Anu, Raji and Aamukta's voices pierced through the fog of my pain, their tones filled with panic and desperation. "Krishna! What's happening?" they cried out, their faces streaked with tears. Their concern was palpable, their eyes wide with fear as they rushed to my side.

Ammu, her voice trembling, was on the phone with the hotel manager, urgently requesting the presence of a doctor. I could barely make out her words, their urgency reflecting her worry. "Get here quickly, please! We need a doctor—now!" she pleaded into the phone.

The pain intensified, each pulse like a dagger, leaving me unable to articulate any response. I felt disoriented, my surroundings swirling in a chaotic haze. Then, amid the agony, the blurry image began to sharpen, and I saw myself dressed in traditional ancient Hindu clothing. The attire was regal and intricate, a vivid contrast to the modern setting of the hotel room.

I wore a richly adorned dhoti and an elaborate silk sash draped over one shoulder, the colors deep and vibrant—emerald greens and rich golds. The garments of silk, interwoven with threads of pure gold. The fabric shimmered in the candlelight, accentuating the rich textures and the elaborate patterns that spoke of ancient craftsmanship. Heavy gold jewelry adorned my neck, arms, and head, each piece meticulously designed and embedded with precious stones.

I was seated on a richly woven mat on the floor of an enormous hall. The space was lavishly decorated with intricate golden tapestries and towering columns, their surfaces adorned with precious gems that glinted in the soft, flickering light of numerous oil lamps. The scent of exotic spices filled the air, blending with the subtle, earthy aroma of polished wood and stone.

In front of me, Anu, Ammu, Raji, and Aamukta stood, each of them resplendent in their own beautifully embroidered sarees made from gold threads. Their jewelry was as elaborate as mine, and they radiated a regal grace that matched the grandeur of their surroundings. They seemed to blend seamlessly into the scene, their expressions a mix of reverence and contentment.

The other women around them, though their faces were obscured, were similarly dressed in stunning attire, their presence adding to the overall sense of magnificence and ceremony. I found myself feeding these women with my own hands, an act that felt deeply personal and significant. Each bite I offered was met with smiles of appreciation and gratitude.

As I served them, my voice intoned words in ancient Sanskrit, a language that felt both foreign and intimately familiar. The words flowed effortlessly, despite their complexity. 'Even if you all are different, you are one for me, and in my every life, you are my better half, my ardhangini. I promise you on my father's name.'

The words resonated with a profound sense of duty and devotion, and although their exact meaning was elusive, they seemed to encapsulate an ancient vow of loyalty and love. The promise was solemn, as if it were etched into the very fabric of my being and the essence of this grand setting.

"What on earth are those memories? They aren't from my past life. I lived in the modern world before, not this!" I thought, feeling a mix of confusion and frustration. In the midst of this surreal experience, I found myself calling out, my voice strained and desperate. "What is going on, Madhava?"

(A/N: Disclaimer: What you are about to read relates to religion. If you find anything inappropriate or incorrect, please let me know. Additionally, I was unsure about the personification of Ma Lakshmi. In Maharashtra, we believe Ma Rukmini is Ma Lakshmi, but worldwide, people often associate Ma Radha with Ma Lakshmi. Therefore, I have included both. Also, you readers haven't provided feedback on what name I should use for Krishna when the Mahabharata arc begins. Should I use my first novel's main character name, Avalok, or suggest another? Please let me know your thoughts.)

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"3RD PERSON POV"

In the vast expanse beyond the material world, where the boundaries of time and space melt into an infinite sea of tranquility, there exists a realm of unparalleled beauty—Goloka, the celestial abode of divine splendor. This ethereal realm is untouched by the fleeting worries of mortal existence, a place where time holds no sway, and peace flows like a river through every corner.

Goloka's landscape is unlike anything seen in the earthly world. The sky stretches endlessly above, a living canvas painted in hues that shift and blend with a quiet grace. Deep purples swirl into soft pinks, each shade reflecting the tranquility of the realm. The horizon glows with a golden brilliance, not harsh like the sun but warm and inviting, casting a soft, perpetual twilight over everything it touches.

The air here is alive, not with noise, but with the essence of serenity. Clouds, glowing faintly with an inner light, drift lazily across the skies. Their movements are slow, deliberate, as though they too are basking in the endless peace that defines this place. Below, the land itself is a living testament to beauty—meadows of vibrant flowers stretch as far as the eye can see, their petals shimmering like precious gems in the soft light. Rivers of crystal-clear water wind their way through the landscape, their surfaces reflecting the myriad of colors above in a mesmerizing dance.

Every breath taken in Goloka feels purer, lighter, as if the very atmosphere is imbued with the essence of the divine. The air carries the faintest scent of blooming lotuses and fragrant jasmine, their sweetness so delicate it seems to blend seamlessly with the tranquility of the realm.

At the heart of Goloka, standing like a silent guardian of eternity, is an immense, ancient tree. Its presence commands both awe and comfort, radiating an energy that feels timeless, as though it has stood there since the dawn of creation, witnessing the ebb and flow of the universe. The tree's trunk is vast, wide enough to encompass generations, its bark rippling with intricate patterns of gold and silver. These patterns shimmer like stardust caught in the twilight, as if the tree itself were woven from the very fabric of the cosmos.

The branches reach out in all directions, their sprawling limbs forming a vast canopy overhead, a sea of deep green leaves that glimmer with an inner light. Each leaf seems to hold its own small spark, like distant stars woven into the fabric of the tree. As they sway gently in the soft, celestial breeze, they cast a dappled glow upon the ground below, creating pools of light that dance with every movement of the wind.

The air around the tree is filled with the faint rustle of leaves, their song a quiet symphony, a hum that seems to echo with the voices of unseen beings, blending seamlessly with the distant, ethereal strains of a celestial choir. The breeze itself is sweet, carrying the subtle fragrance of flowers unknown to the material world—a blend of jasmine, lotus, and something even more divine, as though the scent of peace itself was woven into the air.

Beneath the tree, the ground is soft, covered in a thick, emerald carpet of grass so lush it feels like stepping onto the finest silk. The grass, kissed by the glow of the tree's light, seems almost to shimmer as though each blade holds its own secret radiance. Dotted across this verdant expanse are flowers that bloom in every imaginable hue—and many that seem impossible. Their petals are delicate, radiant, opening in spirals that reflect the vibrant hues of the surrounding world: deep purples, brilliant blues, and golden yellows that seem to pulse with an inner life.

Seated beneath the majestic tree in Goloka, a young man embodies a serene blend of grace and tranquility. His presence is both calming and inspiring, a testament to the celestial beauty of this divine realm. He sits cross-legged on the soft, fragrant grass, a deep sapphire blue garment draped elegantly around him. The fabric seems to capture and reflect the ambient golden light of Goloka, creating an aura of ethereal elegance that surrounds him.

His skin, a rich, stormy hue, contrasts starkly yet harmoniously with the soft glow of the celestial light. It is as though the very essence of the universe has chosen to manifest in his form. A peacock feather, vibrant and iridescent, adorns his crown, symbolizing the connection between the divine and the natural world. The feather's colors shift subtly with the play of light, adding a touch of majesty to his already regal appearance.

His eyes, half-closed in deep contemplation, reflect an ancient wisdom and a boundless love that transcends the confines of time and space. They are like windows to the cosmos, holding within them the secrets of the universe and the gentle embrace of its infinite kindness. The young man's expression is one of profound serenity, as if he is in perfect harmony with the rhythmic pulse of Goloka itself.

Nearby, a group of cows, their coats glistening softly in the celestial light, rests their heads affectionately against his side. They are adorned with simple garlands of flowers, which add a touch of pastoral warmth to the scene. Their presence, gentle and unassuming, enhances the tranquility of the moment, their contented sighs blending seamlessly with the soft hum of the divine surroundings.

In his hand, the young man holds a delicate, ornate flute. The instrument is adorned with intricate carvings, and its surface gleams with the same ethereal light that bathes Goloka. The flute seems to hum with a quiet, otherworldly melody, resonating with the eternal peace of the realm. As he holds it, there is a sense of both reverence and mastery, as though the music it creates is a reflection of the harmony that flows through him and the world around him.

As the young man sat beneath the grand, celestial tree, savoring the serene beauty of Goloka, he was momentarily drawn from his reverie by two soft, yet distinct voices calling his name. The voices, though gentle, carried a warmth that cut through the tranquility of the moment.

"Kanha..."

"Swami..."

A small, knowing smile appeared on Kanha's face. The corners of his lips curled up ever so slightly as he opened his eyes slowly, letting the celestial light dance across his features. His gaze shifted toward the voices, and his heart swelled with affection as he saw two incredibly beautiful women approaching him.

Radha and Rukmini, their presence radiating divine grace, made their way toward him. Their beauty was nothing short of goddess-like, a testament to their celestial origins. Radha, with her eyes shimmering like the morning dew, and Rukmini, whose elegance rivaled the finest celestial blooms, were a vision of pure, divine charm.

Kanha's smile widened seeing them. "Radha, Rukmini, what are you doing here?" His voice was soft, filled with genuine affection.

Radha, her face glowing with a tender, playful light, replied with a smile, "We brought Makhan." She held out a small, ornate ghada, its surface gleaming softly in the ambient light of Goloka.

Kanha's eyes lit up with delight as he saw the ghada. "Makhan?" His voice carried a note of childlike excitement. Without hesitation, he reached out and took the ghada from Radha's hands. The act was both reverent and intimate, a gesture of deep connection and joy.

Radha and Rukmini smiled warmly as they settled beside him. Their presence was comforting and intimate, adding to the profound sense of peace that enveloped the scene.

Kanha opened the ghada with a sense of anticipation. The lid lifted with a gentle, musical chime, revealing the creamy, golden makhan within. He took a small dollop of the makhan, savoring its rich, divine flavor. As he ate, his eyes closed in contentment, the taste evoking fond memories and a deep sense of satisfaction.

Radha and Rukmini watched him with affectionate smiles, their eyes reflecting the same joy that Kanha felt.

As Kanha relished the creamy, golden makhan, the serene ambiance of Goloka was suddenly pierced by a series of painful, distressing cries. The voices called out his name with an urgency that cut through the calm like a jagged shard of glass.

"Madhava…"

The familiar sound made Kanha pause mid-bite. The pain in the voices was palpable.

Radha and Rukmini, who had been watching him with tender smiles, immediately sensed the shift in atmosphere. Their expressions clouded with worry, they looked at Kanha with concern.

"Kanha, this voice…" Radha's voice trembled slightly, her brow furrowing as she reached out to him.

Kanha, with makhan smeared around his lips and a thoughtful frown on his face, nodded slowly. "He is forcing himself to unlock his memories before the time is right," he explained.

Rukmini, her eyes filled with a deep, earnest concern, looked at Kanha with pleading eyes. "Swami, you should help him," she urged softly. Her voice carried an undercurrent of desperation, reflecting her compassionate nature.

Radha echoed Rukmini's sentiment, her voice tinged with a hint of urgency. "Yes, Kanha, you should help him."

Kanha, still with a playful glint in his eyes, looked between them. His smile remained, but it was laced with a trace of mischief. "Why should I? He is forcing himself," he said, his tone light-hearted but carrying an undertone of seriousness.

Radha's eyes narrowed slightly, her voice rising with a hint of frustration. "So you are not going to help him?"

Kanha shook his head, a bemused smile playing on his lips. "No, no," he said reassuringly, though his focus remained on the makhan. "He needs to understand his own limits and learn from the experience. It's part of his journey."

Seeing that Kanha was still playfully indulging in the makhan, Radha's patience snapped. In one swift, decisive motion, she reached forward and yanked the small ghada from Kanha's hands, her expression filled with frustration.

Kanha blinked, looking up at her with wide, innocent eyes. "Radha, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice soft and bewildered, as if he had no idea why she would deprive him of his favorite treat.

Radha, her expression fierce but her love for Kanha evident, crossed her arms over her chest. "If you're not going to help him, I'm not giving you any more makhan," she declared firmly. Then, her tone took on a warning edge. "And if you don't want to help him, I'll call Balaram Dau and Mata Parvati. You can explain to them why you don't want to help her son."

At the mention of his older brother, Balaram, and the formidable goddess Parvati, Kanha's playful demeanor shifted immediately. His eyes widened, and he quickly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. "Stop, stop!" he pleaded. "Why are you calling Balaram Dau and Sister Parvati? When did I say I wasn't going to help him?" His tone was filled with urgency, the thought of having to face their stern rebuke enough to stir him into action. "Please, give me the makhan back. I promise, I'll help him!" he added, his voice softening into a more sincere, almost apologetic tone.

Radha, still holding the ghada protectively, raised an eyebrow. "Promise?" she asked, her voice firm, making sure Kanha wouldn't back out of his word.

Kanha, now smiling, nodded eagerly. "Promise! Just give me the makhan back, and I'll help him," he reassured, his tone filled with a playful charm, though there was now an underlying sincerity in his words.

Radha held his gaze for a moment longer, and then, satisfied with his promise, she relented. With a small, triumphant smile, she handed the ghada back to him.

Kanha, now with the ghada safely back in his hands, grinned widely. "Thank you, Radha," he said sweetly, quickly taking a bite of the makhan. "I'll help him right away. But first…" He paused to savor another bite, his eyes twinkling as he looked at her with a mischievous smile, "Let me finish this delicious makhan!"

Radha shook her head with a soft sigh, but her lips curved into a smile. Even in moments like this, Kanha's charm and playfulness were impossible to resist.

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"KRISHNA'S POV"

The sharp pain in my head was unbearable. My vision blurred as I clutched my temples, trying to steady myself. The girls, with panic in their eyes, quickly helped me onto the sofa, their hands trembling as they supported me. Their faces—Aamukta, Ammu, Raji, Anu—all filled with fear and worry. Tears streamed down their cheeks as they called my name, their voices shaking with desperation.

As I sat there, struggling to breathe through the agony, the pain intensified, like a storm raging inside my skull. I could hear their voices, but everything was distant, fading. Just when I thought I couldn't take it any longer, I heard that voice again—the one that came to me in moments like this.

"Calm down. Don't think too much."

The words were soft but powerful. As soon as I heard them, my mind began to quiet, like a turbulent sea slowly settling after a storm. The pain that had been tearing through my head eased, replaced by a strange, profound calm. My body relaxed, sinking into the sofa, and before I knew it, darkness enveloped me.

I lost consciousness.

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A gentle hum stirred me awake. The soft cushion beneath me felt warm and familiar. Slowly, my senses began to return. I could hear voices—muffled but clear enough. My eyelids fluttered open, and I realized I was still lying on the sofa, a blanket draped over me.

"He'll be okay," a soft, comforting voice said. It was a woman—probably the doctor—speaking in a calm, professional tone. "It's just stress. His body needed rest. He'll wake up soon."

Hearing the doctor's soothing words, I slowly opened my eyes, blinking away the lingering fog of unconsciousness. My body still felt heavy, but I knew I had to sit up. As I started to push myself up, I heard the doctor's gentle voice, soft yet commanding, like a loving presence guiding me.

"Please, sir, get up slowly," she said, her tone filled with care.

I glanced over at her, and for a moment, I was stunned. She was beautiful—elegant in her white coat—but there was something more. She radiated a powerful, comforting aura that made me feel safe, as if I was in the presence of my own mother. It felt natural, almost instinctive, when I responded with, "Okay, Ma."

The word slipped out before I even realized it. The doctor smiled warmly, her eyes softening at my words, but before I could make sense of why I had called her Ma, the girls surrounded me in a flurry of hugs, their tears still flowing.

I barely had time to react before Aamukta, Ammu, Anu, and Raji clung to me, their emotions spilling over. I hugged them back, holding them close as I whispered, "I'm sorry for worrying you."

Anu's voice, still trembling with fear, broke the momentary silence. "We thought something happened to you..."

Raji nodded, her voice shaky. "Yes, we didn't know what was happening, but thank God we found the doctor in time."

Their relief was palpable, and I felt a deep warmth spreading through me, knowing how much they cared. I wanted to reassure them, to tell them I was fine now. But before I could speak, I looked up, searching for the doctor, wanting to thank her for everything she had done.

But when I glanced over to the spot where she had been standing… she was gone.

The room felt strangely empty without her. I stared at the empty space, confused. How could she have just vanished without a sound? The girls hadn't even noticed, too caught up in their emotions to realize.

I glanced around the room, my brows furrowed. "Where is the doctor?" I asked, puzzled.

The girls exchanged confused looks, mirroring my own bewilderment. Aamukta was the first to speak. "Wasn't she here just a minute ago?"

Raji nodded in agreement, her eyes darting to the spot where the doctor had been. "I swear she was right there." But now, there was only emptiness where the woman had stood moments before.

I felt an unease settling in my chest. "Where did you find that doctor?" I asked them.

Raji spoke up again, her voice hesitant. "She came with the manager. He brought her in when we called for help."

Her words only deepened my confusion. Without thinking, I grabbed my phone and dialed the manager's number. The ringing felt like it lasted forever, the anticipation building up in my mind. When the manager finally picked up, I didn't waste a second. "Where's the doctor? The one you brought earlier?"

There was silence on the other end for a beat before he replied, "Doctor? I don't know what you're talking about, sir. I never received any call from you. No one asked me to bring a doctor."

I froze, my hand tightening around the phone as his words echoed in my mind. My confusion deepened into something heavier. Slowly, I ended the call and stared blankly at the phone in my hand, trying to make sense of what I had just heard.

"Krishna, what happened?" Ammu asked, her voice soft but filled with concern. She could see the confusion etched across my face. "What did the manager say?"

I looked up at them, struggling to put it into words. "He said he didn't know what we were talking about. He never got a call from us. He didn't call for any doctor."

The air in the room grew thick with disbelief. The girls exchanged uneasy glances, their earlier relief now clouded with doubt. Aamukta frowned, her hands clasping tighter together. "But... we saw her. She was here. We all saw her."

Raji shook her head, almost as if trying to shake away the growing confusion. "She checked on you, Krishna. She told us you'd be fine. How is that possible?"

Ammu's voice trembled as she stared at her phone, her fingers moving with growing urgency. "But how can that be? I called the manager myself for help!" she insisted, her eyes wide with confusion.

I looked at her, my voice steady but questioning. "Ammu... you didn't have his number, remember?"

Her hands froze mid-movement, and she looked up at me, eyes wide with realization. "Yes… I didn't have his number… then who did I call?"

The air in the room seemed to thicken with the weight of her words. Aamukta, her voice now laced with fear, whispered, "Then… who was that doctor?"

Anu, who had been quietly processing everything, suddenly spoke, her voice tight. "But the doctor said she was sent by the manager…"

Raji, unable to contain her anxiety, wrapped her arms around me, her body trembling slightly. "Krishna… I'm scared," she admitted softly, her voice barely audible as she clung to me.

Seeing their frightened faces, I instinctively held them close, offering the only comfort I could. Smiling, I gently said, "There's nothing to be scared of. I'm here, okay?" My voice was calm, steady—trying to mask the unease gnawing at the back of my mind.

The girls nodded, though their expressions still carried a shadow of doubt. Something strange was happening, something beyond explanation, but oddly enough, I didn't feel any threat. Whatever this was, it didn't feel harmful, just… mysterious.

After a moment of silence, I kissed each of their foreheads, offering them a reassuring smile. "It's already late, and I'm feeling fine now. Let's not dwell on it. How about we eat something, hmm?"

They hesitated for a moment, still shaken, but eventually nodded. Raji, ever the practical one, broke the tension. "But Krishna, what did happen to you?" Her voice was soft, worried.

I sighed, shaking my head slightly. "I don't know. Everything just… blanked out. My mind felt clear, but I don't remember much. Anyway, let's forget about that for now." I smiled, trying to shift the mood. "The food's cold, but are you okay with it?"

The girls exchanged glances, and then they nodded in unison, their lips curling into faint smiles. "Okay," they said softly.

With that, I nodded and we all sat down together. The strange events hung over us like a cloud, but for now, I focused on the warmth of their company. As we started to eat, the tension in the room slowly began to ease, replaced by the familiar comfort of being together.

After we finished eating, I called the staff to collect the plates. A short while later, they came in and quietly took everything away, leaving us alone again. It was already past midnight, the room bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains. The weight of the day seemed to linger in the air as we made our way toward the bedroom.

As I lay down on the bed, the girls settled in beside me, their arms wrapping around me tightly, as if seeking comfort from the unease that still lingered. Their touch was warm, but I could sense the remnants of fear in their embrace. I wanted to lighten the mood, to bring back the peace we all needed.

Smiling softly, I suggested, "How about I play my flute?"

The girls, still holding onto me, nodded without hesitation. I could see the spark of excitement in their eyes, as if they were already imagining the soothing notes filling the air. Encouraged by their response, I sat up a little, careful not to disturb their hold on me, and reached for my flute from the bag beside the bed.

The familiar weight of the flute in my hands brought me a sense of calm. It was more than just an instrument to me—it was a bridge between my heart and theirs, a way to express what words couldn't.

As I sat on the bed, with the girls still hugging me from either side, I lifted the flute to my lips. The cool touch of the wood against my mouth felt grounding, and with a deep breath, I began to play.

The first note was soft, almost tentative, but it carried the emotion of the moment. The melody slowly unfolded, each note weaving through the room like a gentle breeze. The tension that had gripped us earlier seemed to melt away with each sound, the music filling the space between us with warmth and serenity. The girls, still clinging to me, closed their eyes, their breathing slowing as they let the music wash over them.

As I played, I felt their hold loosen just a bit, their bodies relaxing into the bed. The flute sang of peace, of love, of the unspoken connection between us. It was as if the melody itself was reassuring them, telling them that everything was going to be okay. The more I played, the more I felt the heaviness of the day lifting, replaced by a deep sense of calm.

The night, with all its uncertainties, no longer felt daunting. In this moment, it was just the music, the girls, and me, wrapped in the embrace of something far greater than the worries that had plagued us earlier.

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3RD PERSON POV

Inside Hyderabad, at Anasuya's house, the night was calm and still. She slept peacefully, her arms wrapped tightly around her favorite teddy bear. The world around her was silent, save for the soft sound of her breathing. Then, a beautiful melody floated through the air—a flute, its notes light and gentle. The melody didn't disturb her sleep. Instead, a small, content smile spread across her face, as if the music had reached the depths of her dreams. She hugged her teddy tighter, sinking deeper into the warmth of her slumber. As the music played on, a delicate peacock feather drifted down from nowhere, softly landing beside her on the bed.

Across the city, in the vast garden of the Vikramaditya mansion, Keerthi sat quietly, gazing at the moon. The night was peaceful, but her mind was restless. Then, out of the silence, the same enchanting melody reached her ears. It was soothing, like a whisper carried by the breeze. Without realizing it, a smile crept onto her face. The tension she had been holding melted away with each note of the flute. Just as the melody wrapped itself around her heart, a peacock feather floated down, landing softly in front of her. She blinked in surprise, her fingers gently picking it up. Holding the feather in her hand, she whispered to herself, "Something changed today."

Meanwhile, at the Chief Minister's residence in Andhra Pradesh, Sathyapriya stood by her window, lost in her thoughts as she stared at the moon. The night had felt heavy, filled with unspoken emotions and unshakable restlessness. But then, like a breeze cutting through the stillness, the soft melody of a flute filled the air. It was as if the music had come from the heavens themselves, lifting the weight off her shoulders. A smile, unbidden, graced her lips. She closed her eyes, letting the melody wash over her, its notes weaving through her soul. Suddenly, a peacock feather fell near her feet. She bent down and picked it up, feeling its softness between her fingers. "It feels like something is different tonight," she murmured, as a sense of quiet change settled over her.

And so, across different places, in the hearts of girls unknown to one another, a strange and beautiful connection was formed. The melody of the flute seemed to carry with it a sense of peace, a shift in the air, and a promise of something new. And with each peacock feather that gently fell, the world felt just a little bit different. Something, somewhere, had begun to change.

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