Chapter 1: A Boy Named Vihaan

Mathura, Dwapara Yuga. The year was one of unrest, ruled by the iron fist of the tyrant Kansa. In the depths of his prison, Princess Devaki held her newborn son, a child whispered to be the king's doom.

Yet, on that same stormy night, another child drew his first breath in the humble village of Gokul. His name was Vihaan, but he was not who he seemed.

Vihaan was once Alok, a young man from the year 2023. A freak accident had sent him hurtling through time, reborn into this ancient world he knew only from scriptures and stories. The Mahabharata, the Bhagavad Gita - these were no longer just texts, but a reality he was now living.

The memories of his past life were hazy, but one thing remained clear: the tales of Lord Krishna. Vihaan had always been fascinated by the mischievous yet wise deity, his playful antics and profound teachings.

Now, he found himself in the same era as his childhood hero. The village of Gokul was a far cry from the bustling city he had known, but the warmth of his new family filled the void. His mother, Maya, was a simple milkmaid, her love as pure as the milk she churned.

Vihaan quickly adapted to his new life, embracing the rustic charm of Gokul. Yet, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was here for a reason. The tales of Krishna, of his battles against demons and his unwavering devotion to dharma, resonated with him on a deeper level.

When Vihaan finally met Krishna, it felt like destiny. The two boys were instantly drawn to each other, their bond transcending time and circumstance. Vihaan marveled at Krishna's divine powers, but he also saw a kindred spirit, a fellow adventurer eager to explore the world.

As they roamed the forests and played by the river Yamuna, Vihaan couldn't help but wonder about the role he was meant to play in this epic tale. He knew that great events were on the horizon, and he felt a growing determination to stand by Krishna's side, ready to face whatever challenges the future held.

In this new life, Vihaan was no longer just a spectator. He was a participant, a friend of the divine, and he was ready to embrace his destiny in this extraordinary age.