Chapter 4.5: A Family of Cowherds

While Krishna and Vihaan's bond grew, so too did Vihaan's connections within Gokul. He had become a beloved member of Nanda and Yashoda's household, their adopted son Balarama, Krishna's elder brother, accepting Vihaan as readily as their own.

Balarama, a boisterous and strong-willed boy, was initially wary of Vihaan's quiet nature and intellectual pursuits. But Vihaan's quick wit and clever solutions to everyday problems soon earned Balarama's respect. They spent their days wrestling, racing through the fields, and engaging in playful banter.

Yashoda, the embodiment of maternal love, treated Vihaan as her own. She would fuss over him, feed him delicious treats, and tell him enchanting stories of the gods and heroes of yore. Vihaan, in turn, cherished her affection, finding in her a warmth and comfort that reminded him of his mother from his past life.

Nanda, the village chieftain, was a man of few words, but his gruff exterior hid a kind heart. He admired Vihaan's intelligence and resourcefulness, often seeking his advice on matters concerning the village.

The arrival of Rohini, Balarama's biological mother, further enriched Vihaan's life. Rohini was a woman of grace and wisdom, and her presence brought a sense of serenity to the household. Vihaan learned much from her, about the traditions and customs of their people, the significance of rituals, and the importance of family.

One evening, as they sat around the fire, Rohini shared the story of Krishna's birth, of his divine origins and his destined role as the savior of Mathura. Vihaan listened intently, his heart filled with a mixture of awe and apprehension. He knew that the time for Krishna's departure was approaching, and he dreaded the day they would have to part ways.

But he also knew that he couldn't change the course of destiny. He had been brought to this time and place for a reason, and that reason was becoming increasingly clear. He would stand by Krishna's side, not as a warrior, but as a friend, a confidante, a brother in arms.

As the flames danced and crackled, casting long shadows on the faces of the family gathered around the fire, Vihaan felt a sense of belonging he had never known before. He was no longer just a time traveler, an outsider adrift in an ancient world. He was a part of this family, a member of this community, and he was ready to embrace his role in the unfolding drama of the Dwapara Yuga.