Prologue-Aavya

Sat, 18 Oct 2025 07:31:10 +0000

The morning in Vrindavan was soft and golden, the sun breaking through the thin veil of mist that clung to the riverbanks. The holy town was already alive—bells chiming in temples, priests chanting mantras, and women in colorful saris carrying offerings of flowers, sweets, and incense. Amidst the crowd of devotees walking towards the temple, there was one figure who did not blend in, no matter how much she tried.