A four-year-old girl, clutching a piece of parchment paper, ran into the Sabha where her father, King Kamsa, was deep in discussion with his courtiers. Although the rules prohibited interruptions, she was an exception. Sprinting towards her father, she climbed onto his lap.

"Baba, see what I made!" the girl exclaimed with bright enthusiasm.

"What is it, Sona?" Kamsa asked, his voice filled with curiosity and warmth.

"I made a portrait of you, me, Ma, and Choti Ma together," she declared, her eyes sparkling with pride.

"Wow, my Sonakshi is growing up! I think it's time for her to go to Kanya Kul," Kamsa said, a hint of teasing in his voice.

"No, Baba! I don't want to leave you and Ma. I won't go anywhere," Sonakshi cried, tears welling up in her big, beautiful eyes.

"Arre arre, you are Kamsa Nandini! My Sona! My Sonakshi!" Kamsa comforted her, gently wiping away her tears.

"Baba, what is everyone preparing for?" Sonakshi asked, curiosity overtaking her sadness.

"They are preparing for a special event that will make your dad immortal," Kamsa explained, a triumphant smile spreading across his face.

"Immortal? What's that, Baba?" Sonakshi inquired, her head tilted in puzzlement.

"Immortal means someone who never dies, my sweet daughter," Kamsa replied, his voice firm yet gentle.

"But Baba, anything that takes birth on earth must leave this mortal body and travel to the other world. Nothing is permanent. It's the rule of Nature, Baba," Sonakshi said, her young voice filled with wisdom beyond her years.

Kamsa chuckled softly, though a shadow of arrogance lingered. "But it is different for me. I am the king of the universe and the next god," Kamsa declared, his voice filled with pride.

Before Sonakshi could respond, a lady entered, calling out. It was Prapti, Sonakshi's mother.

"Hasini, dear, come with me and have your lunch," Prapti said, her tone soft but firm.

"No, Ma, I will come later. I want to talk with Baba for a while," Sonakshi, or Hasini as she was also called, protested gently.

"No, dear, first go and have your lunch. Then we can talk all day long," Kamsa insisted with a tender smile.

"Okay, Baba!" Hasini agreed cheerfully and followed Prapti to have her lunch.

The next day, Hasini sat alone in the garden, reading the Ramayana. Suddenly, a heart-wrenching scream echoed from the palace grounds where a yagna was being held. She closed the Ramayana and ran towards the sound, fear gripping her heart.

"What has happened to Baba? He was having his yagna, wasn't he? God, please save my Baba from any danger," Hasini prayed silently, her heart pounding.

But alas, her prayers went unanswered. She reached the yagna site to find her father lying dead in a pool of blood. The place of the sacred yagna had become a scene of tragedy. Her mothers were sobbing uncontrollably. Hasini felt as though her soul had departed her body. Though she wanted to cry her heart out, she restrained herself, knowing her mothers needed her. She went to them and gently wiped their tears.

"Don't cry, Mata. What is gone can't be brought back. It's nature's rule that a person who is born has to die. Don't cry," Hasini said, her voice soft but steady.

"What are you saying, Hasini? You can never understand what we have lost. You can't," Prapti responded, her voice choked with grief.

"Ma, just like how you have lost your husband, I have lost my father. My support system. But I can't deny nature's rule," Hasini said, her voice trembling yet resolute.

"Hasini, stop it. Please!" Prapti pleaded, unable to bear the weight of her words.

"As you say, Mata," Hasini replied softly, then ran to her room, tears streaming down her face. She curled up on her bed and sobbed into her pillow.

Suddenly, a voice broke through her sorrow. "Arre arre, who is this little girl? Why is she crying, Dau?" a boy's voice asked, filled with curiosity.

"I don't know, Kanha. Oh, see, not only is she crying, but her nose is running too," another voice chimed in, teasingly.

"No, my nose is not running," Hasini protested, rubbing her nose.

"Is it so? Then so it is," Kanha said with a mischievous smile.

"By the way, who are you?" Hasini asked, her voice still tinged with tears.

"I am a cowherd from Gokul. My name is Krishna, but everyone there calls me Kanha. And he is my elder brother Balram, whom I call Dau. Who are you, sister?" Krishna introduced himself warmly.

"I am Kamsa Suta, Suhasini, but you can call me Hasini," she replied, her voice softening.

"Oh, but I will call you Sona," Krishna said with a playful grin.

"No, please don't," Hasini pleaded, her voice trembling slightly.

"Why not?" Krishna asked, his eyes twinkling with curiosity.

"My father used to call me by that name," Hasini explained, her voice barely a whisper.

"Oh, but I am your Devaki Bua's son, which means I am your elder brother. So, an elder brother is just like a father, right?" Krishna reasoned, his voice gentle and persuasive.

Hasini thought deeply for a moment. After ten minutes of contemplation, she nodded, accepting Krishna's reasoning. "Anna! My Kanha Anna," she exclaimed, a small smile forming on her lips.

Krishna smiled warmly and picked her up in his arms. "My Sona! My baby sister," he said, his voice full of affection.

"Kanha, this is cheating! Please include me too," Balram, or Dau, interjected, feigning jealousy.

"Why, Dau? Are you jealous that I am getting all of Sona's attention?" Kanha asked mischievously.

Dau ignored Kanha's teasing and turned to Suhasini. "I am also your elder brother, as I am Vasudev Putr Balram. So, I am your brother too. And you can call me Dau like Kanha," he said warmly.

"My Dau," Hasini said softly, hugging Balram tightly. Then, her face crumpled, and she began to sob again.

"What happened? Did Kanha make you cry?" Dau asked, concern filling his voice.

"Dau, why would I? She is my..." Kanha began, but Hasini interrupted.

"No, Kanha Anna did nothing. I want a promise from you two," she said, her voice quivering.

"What promise?" Dau asked, his voice gentle.

"That you will be there with me and not leave me like Baba did," Hasini pleaded, her eyes brimming with tears.

"We promise we will stay with you," Kanha and Dau said in unison, their voices firm with conviction.

"And we will both steal butter together," Kanha added with a cheeky grin.

"And I will save you both from Maiya," Dau said, laughing, though he stopped when he saw Kanha's face fall. He was already missing his foster mother, Yashoda. But what could he do? Niyati, or fate, spares no one, not even the supreme god. Another person he missed deeply was his Radha Rani, who had stayed behind in Barsana due to her responsibilities.

But never mind. Here, he had found his new sister. The three laughed and played all afternoon, helping Suhasini forget the mournful death of her father, at least for a little while.

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Words: 1200
Date of Publication : 5th of July

So I was kinda forgetful and forgot to publish this chapter on 4th as promised hence enjoy two chapters in a day :) Also please let me who if you guys like this new writing style of mine in the comments.