Krishna From Another Universe [ Novel ]

 Krishna From Another Universe !!

If this universe krishna can have differnent forms like ... so many thakurs in vrindavan then why not countless universes can have Krishna from another universe ?!
A story which is beyond universe boundaries yet supported by universe....But why ?

May be some things are beyond logic....They are just magic!! 

Same with this....A story which is beyond logic but full of magic of love!!

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"Will you accept the krishna who is without any magic ?" He asked by looking at my face....I could see his eyes which was half teary and half full of spark.... I looked at him and smiled by walking fast towards him as if my legs were moving automatically...
"Krishna.....You don't need any magic ....You are magic yourself!!"
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[It's just pen's words nothing meant to hurt anyone's sentiments.... I have  something more to say but for now.... I just want to say.....]

Special thanks to Radharani ju ❤️✨ for this story!! 
And how can I forget the efforts made me King Radharaman ji 🙏

[𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 - 1]

Dear Readers and Krishna,

I am writing this story in a hurry because I am going to leave Vrindavan tomorrow. This is my last day sitting near the river Yamuna, writing about my experiences....and I don't know when will I......

At first, I intended to keep this story a secret from the rest of the world. But later, I decided to share it anonymously so that others could also learn this secret.Perhaps it will help them too... Or, if Krishna doesn't want this to be shared, He will ensure it is destroyed soon. So, without wasting your precious time, let me start my story and see what Krishna wishes for.

I visited Vrindavan for the first time this sharad purnima. I went with two of my friends, who happened to be a couple, which made me the third wheel. Surprisingly, I didn't feel lonely among the lovey-dovey pair because they ensured I never had to worry about food - and who doesn't enjoy free treats?

When I first stepped into Vrindavan, I felt a strange kind of butterflies in my stomach. "Krishna, Krishna..." my mind kept calling out as I looked around at the dham. On the first day, we visited some temples together. I don't know why, but while roaming around, an unusual feeling lingered in my heart - as if something significant was about to happen.

Every time I saw Krishna's idol and his name, I felt this overwhelming urge to hug him tightly. But wasn't that unacceptable because of societal norms?.... This question troubled me. Each time I saw his name or his image on the walls of Vrindavan Dham, I felt like screaming his name - not as a devotee, but as his admirer... like his one-sided lover.

Isn't it strange to feel this way for someone who never answers back? Yet my heart kept asking me to wait for him. Maybe now I was a little bit satisfied, having a meet or you can say date with my lover in the form of God. At least I was close to him, I told myself every time I glanced at his idol. The crowd kept pushing me while having his darshan, hurting my physical body, but my inner self felt overwhelmed with contentment by his beauty and aura. I ignored the outer discomfort. After all, I was meeting him. It was okay if he didn't reciprocate the lover energy back. But I was happy to be a part of his crowd... or you could say it felt like meeting the king of hearts, even though I was just a small grain of wheat in his vast crop field. I was hiding all my emotions in front of my friends. I didn't want to spoil everyone's mood just because of how I felt.

Do you know how hard it is to be near your loved one and feel ignored? I'm not saying Krishna was ignoring me - He was simply doing His duty as God. But still, my heart ached with pain... a pain that only His hug could heal...a hug from his side is only my medicine.

Sorry, I got carried away with my emotions again.... Let me get back to the main event.

Fast forward a bit - my those two friends decided to visit Barsana that evening itself, but I refused. I just wanted to stay in Vrindavan for a while longer .....alone. Actually I wanted to meet Radharani after bringing her something from Krishna's side. I just wanted to thank her.

So, I decided I would join my friends the day after tomorrow, once I found a suitable gift for Ladli Sarkar from Vrindavan...it will be quite guilty if i went her with empty hands after coming from vrindavan. Somehow, I convinced my friends to let me stay behind. Since we had already booked a room at the hotel, there was no issue with my plan.

So after they left.... at morning when I was alone in the room sleeping .....suddenly.... It was around 3 a.m. when I suddenly woke up to the sound of thunder rumbling in the sky. Curious, I half-opened the window and peered outside. The trees were swaying wildly, dancing to the song of the wind.

I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the cool breeze brush against my face. A whisper escaped my lips:

"I really wish... you were here too. Isn't this such a romantic night?"

I blushed, smiling to myself without any reason .... or maybe there was one.

On a sudden impulse, I decided to visit Keshi Ghat, which was just a short walk from my hotel. There was this strange, mysterious pull drawing me there - like something, or someone, was calling me..... may be Yamuna ju I said to myself.

I walked in the dark ....some people was roaming around that time.....some were doing kirtans in the way ..... As soon as I sat on the ghat stairs, that same odd feeling washed over me again - familiar yet unexplainable. I closed my eyes and softly called His name.

"I came here only for You... where are You Krishnaaaaaa?"

With the hope....I began speaking silently to Yamuna Ji, to the soil of Vrindavan, winds of ghat - pretending they held Krishna's footprints and essence . In my mind, I asked every particle of this for his sacred and divine love....

"How does Krishna look? How does His touch feel?"

A strange emotion swelled in my chest, one that held back my tears. I was lost in that feeling when suddenly, a loud voice startled me.

"TARAA! .... TARAA!"

The shout disrupted my perfect solitude. Annoyed, I turned around to see a boy - maybe in his late teens - dressed in Krishna-like attire. He was walking toward me, still calling out that name which was not even mine.

I glanced around by turning back, expecting to see someone else nearby that he may be calling. But no - there was no one else that moment Just me......

Confused, I stood up as he reached closer.

To be continued......

[𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 - 2]I stared at him as he walked closer, my eyes scanning him from head to toe. Something about him felt... off. Suspicious thoughts flooded my mind.

Who is he?
Why is he dressed like that?
Is he part of some drama performance?.... A stage artist playing Krishna, maybe?

To be honest, he looked quite attractive...almost too charming in that Krishna attire.....His rainbow like turbon was decorated by variety of flowers....And a peacock feather was highlighted on his head.... The way he carried himself... there was something captivating about him. Yet my mind couldn't accept what my heart briefly entertained - that he could be Him.

Krishna? No, that's impossible.

Why would Krishna -the God Himself ....walk so casually toward me, calling out the wrong name? It didn't make sense....The krishna for me who felt like any superstar.... Who is always surrounded by his fans....Why would he choose to come only for me..... I should stop being more delusional in Vrindavan... I think should stop seeing him in random boys. And If this boy was truly Krishna, wouldn't he look... different from him? Why he didn't have that divine blue aura wrapped around him like a heavenly glow? Shouldn't his presence radiate something beyond human vision- something powerful yet soothing?

I remembered the scriptures - Krishna's complexion was described as dark like a monsoon cloud, his curls falling elegantly over his forehead, his smile tender yet mischievous. This boy - no matter how striking... didn't match that image. Yes, he was undeniably handsome, but he wasn't that.

Yet, despite my doubts, I couldn't stop staring. My gaze lingered on him like a fool while my mind continued spinning in endless questions.

Before I could piece my thoughts together, the boy was suddenly standing right in front of me. I hadn't even noticed how close he'd gotten.

Then, without warning, his hand touched my shoulder.

"Ohhh! Tara... thank God I found you!"

His voice spilled out in a rush, breathless and urgent.

"I was so worried I'd gotten lost here... but where did you go?... what place is this? And why are you dressed like this? Wait... how is it that you still look exactly the same as before?"

He barely paused for air, speaking so fast that his words tumbled over one another. His face mirrored my own confusion - wide eyes, furrowed brows, as if he was just as shocked as I was.

For a moment, all I could do was stare back at him, frozen. My heart pounded in my chest, and the wind around us seemed to whisper questions I couldn't answer.

Who is he? Why is he acting like he knows me? And why... why does he seem so certain that I'm someone I've never been?

"Sorry... I think you've got the wrong person. I'm not Tara .... I'm Chandani."

I took a step back, gently pushing his hand off my shoulder. My voice was calm, but my pulse was racing. Something about this encounter felt too strange .... too unsettling.

But instead of looking confused or embarrassed, the boy smiled - a slow, mysterious smile that sent a shiver down my spine.

"Does it really matter?" he said softly. "Both names mean the same... a shining light in the dark night.... Tara, Now stop playing with me."

His words clung to the air like mist, heavy and lingering.

I frowned. Was this some kind of joke?

"You're wearing a Krishna outfit... must be part of some drama group or temple event ???." I gestured vaguely at his attire, trying to make sense of the situation. "Are you seriously planning to prank me this early in the morning? Are you out of your mind?"
My voice grew sharper as irritation bubbled up inside me. "I don't know who this 'Tara' is that you keep talking about, and honestly... I don't even know you." I crossed my arms tightly over my chest, my patience was wearing thin. "Now, if you're done with this nonsense, can you please take your little prank somewhere else? I don't have time for this."

I locked eyes with him, hoping my stern expression would drive him away. But instead of leaving, he just stood there... still smiling with a light in his eyes.... as if he knew something I didn't.

"Ohhh no... now I get it!" he exclaimed, his eyes widening as if he'd just unlocked some great mystery. He leaned in closer, his voice urgent. "Can you tell me more about Krishna? Like... where is He right now? Where can I meet Him?"

I shot him a sharp, suspicious look. Was he serious? Or just incredibly clueless?Or this is just part of his prank?!

With an annoyed sigh, I crossed my arms again and answered dryly, "Krishna lived on this earth over 5,000 years ago. Now that He's God, we worship Him in temples. So, if you're that desperate to meet Him, go find a temple.... I'm sure He's waiting there for you."

I huffed and turned my gaze toward the calm waters of Yamuna Ju, hoping that ignoring him would end this bizarre conversation. The river rippled softly under the dim morning sky, far more peaceful than the storm of irritation brewing inside me.

But the boy wasn't finished.

"Ahhh... I get it now." His voice broke the silence again, louder this time. "That explains everything... It means I've been transferred to a different universe... or maybe a different timeline...."

I whipped my head back toward him, my patience snapping.

"Are you seriously still on about this?!" I snapped. "Look, if this is some kind of prank, it's not funny. Just leave me alone."

But he shook his head frantically. "No... no... I'm not trying to fool you. I just... I don't know how to make you believe me."

Then he paused, his expression softening - like he was battling with words he couldn't quite say, he added:

"I am also Krishna!!"

I couldn't help but laugh - a dry, disbelieving chuckle. "Oh really? If you're Krishna, then show me some magic like him. Shouldn't that be easy for you?"

I narrowed my eyes, crossing my arms tighter.

The boy hesitated, his shoulders sinking slightly. His voice came out low and uncertain.

"No... actually... I can't."

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To be continued....

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