As Tridev stepped into Dwaparayug, carrying the divine infant Devi Niyati, the very fabric of existence shifted. Nature erupted in a symphony of colors and energies that the universe had never witnessed before. The sky above seemed to melt and blend into vibrant gold, violet, crimson, and emerald hues. Clouds moved in rhythmic patterns as if choreographed by an unseen force, reflecting the divine aura of the infant.

A gentle wind swept across the lands, carrying a fragrance that awakened joy in every living being. Rivers sparkled with a radiance akin to molten silver, their currents harmonizing in melodic whispers. Mountains, unyielding for centuries, seemed to bow subtly in reverence. Adorned with blossoms out of season, trees swayed as though acknowledging the monumental moment.

Across the world, every living being, from the mightiest gods to the humblest creatures, felt the transformation like a gentle whisper in their souls. The air vibrated with otherworldly energy as if the very fabric of reality was being rewoven.

In Hastinapur, the royal family gathered atop the palace terrace, their faces aglow with wonder. The stars twinkled like diamonds scattered across the velvet expanse, and the moon cast a silver glow on the landscape.

Feeling an unexplainable warmth, Bhishma whispered, "The cosmos sings today, but for whom?" His eyes, clouded with age, sparkled with a deep curiosity.

Sahadeva, ever intuitive, closed his eyes and murmured, "It is destiny taking form, Pitamah." His voice was barely audible, but his words carried the weight of prophecy.

For a rare moment, even Duryodhana stood silent, unable to comprehend the inexplicable calm washing over him. His eyes, usually ablaze with ambition, seemed to hold a flicker of uncertainty.

In Mathura, by the serene banks of the Yamuna, Krishna and Balarama watched the sky change with enigmatic smiles. The river flowed like a liquid moon, gently lapping against the shore, creating a soothing melody.

Krishna's gaze reflected deep, knowing as if he held the universe's secrets within his eyes. He turned to the others and said, "The architect of fate has arrived." His voice was like a gentle breeze on a summer day, promising new beginnings.

The citizens of Mathura felt divine tranquillity, their hearts swelling with unprovoked joy and their doubts dissipating like mist in sunlight.

At Mahendra Hills, the students of Parashurama were frozen in awe as the hills gleamed with an otherworldly glow. The rocks seemed to absorb the light, radiating an ethereal energy that resonated deep within the souls of the onlookers.

Vasusena, feeling his warrior's instinct stir, asked his Guru, "What power is this, Gurudeva?" His voice was laced with a mix of wonder and trepidation.

Parashurama, smiling softly, replied, "It is the arrival of the one who rewrites the scrolls of existence." His eyes twinkled like the stars on a clear night, holding the wisdom of the ages.

A Command to the Celestial Beings

In the collective hands of Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva, Devi Niyati lay as a tiny, radiant infant, her delicate form aglow with an ethereal light. Her skin was a warm, golden hue, like the first blush of dawn, and seemed to shimmer with an inner radiance.

Her face was a perfect, miniature replica of the divine, with high cheekbones, a small button nose, and lips that curved into a subtle, enigmatic smile. Like two glittering stars, her eyes shone with an inner light as if the very essence of the universe had been distilled into their depths.

Her tiny hands, delicate as flower petals, curled and uncurled in a gentle grasp as if already wielding the power of the cosmos. Her fingers, slender and refined, seemed to hold the promise of creation and destruction, like the tender shoots of a lotus flower.

A delicate, downy softness covered her tiny head, like the first whispers of a summer breeze. A subtle, shimmering aura surrounded her as if the very fabric of reality had been woven into her.

The celestial beings, Yakshas, Gandharvas, Saptarshis, Adityas, and Rudras—bowed low before Tridev, their forms glowing brighter in the divine child's presence.

With a serene but commanding tone, Vishnu addressed them: "Handle her with utmost care. This little Niyati holds within her the combined knowledge and powers of all three of us. She is the architect of existence, dharma, karma, and destiny. Her essence transcends realms and dimensions. When you hand her to Vasudeva and Devaki, clarify that she is Sarvantaryami—the one who sees, knows, and guides all."

Indra, stepping forward cautiously, asked, "Are we not revealing too much about her, Narayan? Shouldn't her essence remain concealed for now?"

His voice resonating like a cosmic thunder, Mahadev replied, "No, Indra. The story you know is no longer the story you live in. She has redefined it. She will not remain in the shadows. Her presence will command the forefront, altering the course of time and rewriting fate itself."

Brahma added, "Her power is not to be doubted but must be nurtured precisely. When you carry her to Mathura, understand this—she will also absorb your essence. Every ounce of knowledge, power, and divinity you possess will strengthen her. Do not falter, for even the smallest lapse will undo what is destined to be."

Mahadev concluded, his words cutting through the air with unmatched intensity: "She is the ruler of destiny, time, and karma. Yet she will walk as one among mortals. Name her Niyati. The world must know her as the eternal force of balance but must not understand the full truth of her essence. This is her will, and her will is law. Now, go—and remember: every step you take carries the weight of existence itself."

As the celestial beings bowed and approached, their combined energies radiated a divine brilliance that illuminated the cosmos, outshining even the brightest stars. The air vibrated with otherworldly music as if the harmonies of the universe were being rearranged to welcome the infant goddess. When they lifted the infant Devi Niyati from Tridev's hands, the universe seemed to shudder in reverence, as if the fabric of existence was being rewoven to accommodate her presence.

An unseen force choreographed the celestial beings' movements, their steps echoing in perfect harmony as they bore the infant goddess aloft. The Tridev watched with benevolent smiles, their eyes shining with a deep affection for the tiny, divine being. As the celestial beings began their journey to Mathura, the cosmos seemed to unfold a celestial tapestry, weaving a path of stardust and moonbeams to guide them on their sacred quest.

A Universe Transformed Once Again

The skies above were undulated with a kaleidoscope of shifting hues, a breath-taking spectacle that defied mortal comprehension. Gold merged into sapphire, crimson into emerald as if the heavens were celebrating her arrival with a celestial ballet. The sun and moon, still sharing the sky, began emitting a softer, ethereal glow, bathing the earth in a surreal, dreamlike light that seemed to transcend the boundaries of reality.

The winds, carrying whispers of her divinity on their gentle breath, caressed the lands and seas, making every creature pause and feel an unexplainable sense of peace. It was as though the essence of existence had been infused with deep, abiding tranquillity.

The resting birds took to the skies in synchronized patterns, their wings beating harmoniously as if honouring her arrival with a majestic aerial dance.

Rivers flowed faster, their waters shimmering as though infused with liquid silver. The sacred Yamuna seemed to sing softly, its currents weaving a haunting melody that reached the hearts of mortals and immortals alike, awakening a deep, primal connection to the universe.

Across Hastinapur, Mathura, Mahendra Hills, and beyond, mortals stopped what they were doing, their hearts inexplicably swelling with emotion. Farmers dropped their tools, merchants paused their trade, and rulers gazed at the mystic skies in wonder on their palace terraces.

No one could articulate what they felt—it was as though their souls had been touched by something pure, eternal, and infinitely sacred.

In the hands of the celestial beings, Devi Niyati lay smiling—a smile that held the weight of countless universes yet radiated the innocence of an infant. Her tiny hands, adorned with an otherworldly glow, moved gently as if blessing the beings around her. Her eyes, wide open, seemed to see everything and everyone, as though she was already aware of every soul's essence.

With every step toward Mathura, Niyati's smile deepened, her radiance growing ever brighter. The celestial beings carrying her could feel her absorbing their essence—not forcibly, but with a gentle, graceful pull.

Holding her hand, Indra felt his command over the heavens flow into her. "She is the true ruler," he thought, humbled by the realization. As he gazed into her eyes, he saw the infinite expanse of the cosmos reflected back, and his own authority seemed to pale in comparison.

Surya Dev and Chandra Dev, radiating their light upon her, felt her absorb the knowledge of celestial cycles, time, and balance. They watched in awe as she grasped the intricacies of their realms, her understanding surpassing even their own.

The fire god Agni felt his flames dance harmoniously with her inner radiance. He sensed that she held the secrets of creation and destruction and that her power could ignite and extinguish the fires that fueled the universe.

Vayu, the wind god, felt his breath merge with hers, carrying the whispers of the cosmos on their combined exhalation. He realized that she was the source of all movement, all change, and all transformation.

Varuna, the ocean god, felt his waves resonate with her heartbeat as if the very tides of existence were being orchestrated by her presence. He sensed that she held the ocean's depths within her and that her wisdom was as boundless as the seas.

The sages, too, felt her presence, though they were not physically present. Vashishtha, Atri, Gautama, and the other venerable sages, felt their mind expand with the realization that she embodied the cosmic order. "She is the rhythm of the universe," they thought, his heart overflowing with devotion.

Trees along the journey burst into full bloom; regardless of the season, their branches bow as if revered. Flowers with hues never before seen adorned the path, carpeting the ground in vibrant colors.

Animals—wild and tame alike—appeared at peace. Predators and prey stood side by side, united in awe. Birds circled above, their songs forming harmonious symphonies that resonated in the hearts of all who heard them.

The ground seemed to shimmer under their feet, golden ripples spreading with each step. It was as if the soil itself recognized the divine presence it carried, blessing the journey with a celestial glow.

Villagers, sages, and kings across Bharatvarsha felt a divine energy. Those plagued by illness found themselves healed. Those burdened by sorrow felt their hearts lighten. Even those who had never believed in the divine felt a magnetic pull toward something greater than themselves.

Niyati's Arrival

As the celestial beings, sages, yakshas, Gandharvas, kinnaras, Aditya, and mudras walked across the sacred waters of the Yamuna, their presence seemed to ripple through reality itself. The royal family of Mathura, initially captivated by the extraordinary convergence of the sun and moon, now stood transfixed on the terrace of their palace. What unfolded before them was a vision of unparalleled majesty—a procession unlike anything the mortal world had ever witnessed.

The sight of divine beings walking serenely on the shimmering waters of the Yamuna stirred something profound within them. King Ugrasena, Vasudeva, Devaki, Krishna, Balarama, and others instinctively rose. Overwhelmed by the sanctity of the moment, they bowed in reverence, their hearts pounding with awe and wonder.

Then, as if the cosmos sought to bear witness, the colors of the sky shifted once more. The heavens were bathed in an iridescent glow—a harmony of hues that defied description, blending together as if painted by the hand of the Divine. A deep, resonant voice echoed across the realms, reverberating through the air and every soul present, mortal and immortal alike.

The supreme voice spoke, carrying an undeniable authority: "Devaki and Vasudeva, as a testament to your noble journey, Tridev and Tridevi have bestowed this boon upon you. The infant cradled in the arms of the celestial beings is born of the Para Swaroop—the highest essence of divinity. Name her Niyati."

The voice continued, each word imbued with profound power: "This child carries exceptional intuition, navigating the complexities of existence with foresight unmatched. She is a healing presence, capable of soothing the afflicted, calming the distressed, and bringing solace to the weary. Her vast, innate knowledge encompasses the mysteries of the Vedas, the secrets of the cosmos, and the intricacies of the mortal and immortal realms.

She is already a master of the sixty-four kalas, which flows effortlessly within her. A warrior of unparalleled skill, she possesses mastery over every weapon and strategy, able to counter even the most unforeseen challenges with precision and grace. Yet, despite her immeasurable power, she remains humble, her heart aligned with compassion and service to the world. She will illuminate the path of Dharma, re-establishing balance and justice in every corner of existence.

Remember this, Vasudeva and Devaki: her life is her own. No force in the universe may compel her. Her marriage, choices, and destiny will follow her will alone. Respect her autonomy, cherish her being, and protect her path."

As the voice subsided, an almost reverential silence enveloped the world. Tears flowed freely down the faces of Devaki and Vasudeva, not from sorrow but from an overwhelming sense of gratitude and joy.

Vasudeva stepped forward, his voice trembling with emotion as he bowed deeply. "Dhanyavaad. This blessing is greater than anything we could have imagined. I, Vasudeva, pledge to cherish and protect this child with all I am."

The celestial beings, glowing with divine radiance, stepped forward and addressed Devaki. "Come, Devaki, step forward."

With trembling hands and a heart full of awe, Devaki stepped onto the waters of the Yamuna. The celestial procession moved gently, placing the radiant infant Niyati into her arms. The child, her eyes wide and luminous, smiled—a smile that seemed to encompass the essence of creation. Devaki felt her heart swell with an indescribable sense of love and purpose.

As the transition of Niyati into mortal hands was completed, the world seemed to exhale a breath it had unknowingly been holding. The cosmic upheaval settled, and the earth returned to its familiar rhythm. Night reclaimed the skies, the sun and moon retreated to their rightful places, and the air was filled with a profound sense of renewal.

In that moment, a quiet yet powerful hope settled over all who had witnessed the event—a hope that transcended time, promising a future where light and justice would reign supreme. As the celestial beings departed, leaving Devaki and Vasudeva cradling the divine child, the world embraced the dawn of a new destiny, heralded by the presence of Niyati, the ultimate force of time, fate, and Dharma.

The Cosmic Herald:

As the celestial procession unfolded and Devi Niyati descended into the mortal realm, her divine presence rippled across the fabric of existence, touching every corner of Bharata. From Hastinapur to Mahendra Hills, Gandara to Panchala, and beyond, hearts were stirred, and profound thoughts took root.

In Hastinapur, the royal terrace had been transfixed by the celestial phenomena. The moon and sun sharing the same sky, the shifting colors of the heavens, and the mystic aura in the air left even the most skeptical minds shifted to silent night in a fraction of a second. Bhishma, gazing at the sky with a rare softness, murmured, "This is no ordinary event. The universe has bent its laws to herald a power greater than anyone. Perhaps she will rewrite the course of time and destiny."

Sahadeva, feeling the undercurrent of change, stood silently, his heart sensing an inexplicable connection to this cosmic event.

Yuyutsu, emerging from his meditation, declared with unwavering certainty, "The light that descended is no mere celestial whim. It is a force destined to shake the foundations of Dharma and Adharma alike. We must prepare, for her presence will demand our highest virtues."

Even Duryodhana, often dismissive of celestial matters, found himself unsettled. His thoughts wavered between curiosity and unease, the light of Devi Niyati awakening something dormant in him, though he would never admit it.

Parashurama stood amidst his disciples in the serene Mahendra Hills, his piercing gaze fixed on the distant horizon.

Vasusena, his most promising student, approached him, his voice filled with wonder. "Gurudeva, this change in the heavens—what does it signify?"

Parashurama, with a rare smile, replied, "It signifies the arrival of a force beyond our comprehension. She will wield power that transcends the gods and the asuras, uniting wisdom and might in a way the world has never seen. Remember this, Vasusena—her path will test us all, and only those who honour Dharma will endure."

In Gandara, Shakuni watched the shifting skies from the balcony of his palace. A sharp strategist and a man of schemes, he found himself momentarily silenced by the celestial display. His usual cynicism gave way to an unsettling thought: "This is not a mere alignment of stars. It is a herald—a warning that forces far greater than mortal intellect is in motion. I must tread carefully, for even my sharpest strategies may falter against such a being."

From Madra, King Shalya felt the winds change as he stood on the battlefield, training his warriors. The unusual calm in the air made him pause. Turning to his generals, he said, "The heavens whisper of a power that will redefine the balance of this land. Perhaps she is the answer to the chaos looming in every corner of Aryavarta."

In Panchala, King Drupada meditated at the temple of the Divine Mother. He opened his eyes, sensing the cosmic shift. "She has come," he said softly. "A force as ancient as the universe itself. Why has she chosen to descend in Mathura and not our Panchala? What destiny awaits her in that sacred city?"

In every kingdom, from the lush lands of Kashi to the mountainous terrains of Himavat, rulers and commoners alike felt the shift. Farmers paused their work to gaze at the changing skies, priests stopped their chants, and even animals stood still as if paying homage to the cosmic force descending upon the earth. A singular thought resonated from the grand palaces to the humblest villages: something unprecedented unfolded. The mortal world, bound by time and fate, had been touched by a force that defied its essence. The collective consciousness of Bharata surged with questions: Who is this child? What destiny does she carry? And how will she reshape the world we know?

All they could do now was wait, humbled and awed by Devi Niyati's presence, who would redefine existence.