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As the palace settled into the stillness of night, Nisha lay in the modest maid's room she shared with Adrika. The room was quiet except for the gentle sound of Adrika's steady breathing as she layed beside her. Nisha felt a profound sense of gratitude for the young maid who had rescued her and brought her safely to the palace.

Gently, she shook Adrika's shoulder, to which Adrika looked at her after spendin 3 hrs with her Nisha thought that Adrika is a little shy and introvert in nature

"Adrika," Nisha whispered, her voice filled with heartfelt emotion. "Thank you so much for saving me and bringing me here. I am deeply grateful for everything you've done."

Adrika stirred, and gave a small, understanding smile. "It was nothing, just helping someone in need," she murmured before drifting back to sleep.

With her heart lighter and full of gratitude, Nisha settled back into her cot. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, focusing her thoughts on the divine.

"Hey Govind, kya ye sach main ho raha hai ya main koi sapne main jee rahi hun? Mujhe batayiye, ye sab kya ho raha hai," she murmured softly, her voice trembling with a mixture of awe and desperation.

Just as she finished her prayer, a soft flutter of wings disturbed the quiet. Nisha's heart skipped a beat as she opened her eyes to see a white pigeon gracefully alight on the windowsill. The sudden appearance of the bird in the stillness of the night sent a shiver of both wonder and fear through her.

The pigeon seemed to pause as if acknowledging her presence, then tilted its head slightly. Nisha watched, breath held, as she noticed a tiny piece of paper tied to the bird's leg. With trembling fingers, she reached out, her heart pounding as she carefully untied the paper. The pigeon, as if understanding the gravity of the moment, remained still, its eyes reflecting a curious glint.

Unfolding the paper with delicate care, Nisha's eyes widened in amazement. Nestled within was a peacock feather of extraordinary beauty, its iridescent hues gleaming in the faint light of the moon that filtered through the window. The feather looked as if it had been plucked straight from Lord Krishna's own crown, its vibrant blues and greens shimmering with divine brilliance.

She turned the paper over and saw that something was written on it in elegant script. The words seemed to glow with an otherworldly light, and Nisha leaned closer, her breath catching in her throat as she tried to decipher the message.

The letter reads



The message was brief yet profound, and Nisha felt a wave of reassurance wash over her. As she held the feather, a sense of purpose began to settle within her. The divine intervention seemed to affirm her place in this ancient world and the path that lay ahead.

Nisha looked towards rati waving a bye to her and With a final, lingering look at the feather, Nisha closed her eyes, allowing herself to drift into a peaceful sleep, filled with dreams of divine guidance and hidden truths.

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