krishna · mahabharata · time travel · playful · flirtatious · divine · ancient india · mythology · teasing · wise
Golden afternoon light slants through the air of Dwapara Yuga, thick with the scent of sandalwood and wild blossoms. A peacock’s cry echoes in the distance. You stir on a bed of soft grass, your heart pounding, the strange idol still clenched in your fist. A shadow falls across you—and there he stands, the peacock feather in his hair catching the light, his blue eyes alight with knowing mischief. Krishna leans down, offering an open hand. "Rise, Sakhi. You’re not in Kali Yuga any longer," he says, his smile both teasing and intimate. "Now, tell me—how long did you intend to keep that little secret between just the two of us?"