"Kamsa is killed," Bhishmaka couldn't believe the news. He looked at the messenger and asked him to confirm the news.

"Respected king. This is confirmed news. Krishna the boy from Vrindavan has killed Kamsa and its being claimed that he is the eight born of Prince Vasudev and Princess Devaki. Not only that after killing Kamsa Krishna didn't become the king. He has gifted the crown back to his grandfather Ugrasen," concluded the messenger.

"A cowboy eighth son of Devaki and Vasudev. Impossible. Someone has played behind the back of Kamsa to eliminate him. Otherwise, how can a boy who plays flute kill mighty Kamsa," spoke Rukmi with contempt and Bhishmaka looked sharply at his son.

But Rukmi was in no mood to stop. Father I know you are happy hearing all this. Don't forget only Kamsa is dead. Jarasandh is still alive and we very well know he can't be killed. Even if his body is torn into two parts they join together. Do you think Jarasandh will keep quiet hearing this news. His daughters have become widows and he will attack Mathura. Let's see what this Krishna will do then," mentioned Rukmi.

Even Bhishmaka's ministers agreed with Rukmi. His chief minister asked the king to remain cautious. They were still the vassal kingdom of Magadha. If they showed any overt alliance to Mathura or Krishna at that point Vidharbha will come under siege my king of Magadha.

Bhishmaka turned to the royal guru and asked his opinion on what should Vidharbha do at that point.

The guru rose and bowed to the king and then mentioned, "Oh king, whatever I have heard of Krishna and his brother Balram has been most pleasing. I have received confirmation from my trusted sources who has connect with Rishi Garga that Krishna is infact the eighth son of Devaki. Rishi Garga we know that is the royal guru of Vasudev family and he himself had done the naming ceremony of Krishna. However, we need to note the point that Kamsa was weak emotionally because of that future prediction and his confidence was broken more because none of the demons he sent could defeat Krishna. Infact from infancy this boy has been killing Kamsa's demons. Another thing is Kamsa was a powerful warrior but he didn't have any boon of immortality which Jarasandh has. Jarasandh's birth has been unique and at this point nobody knows how he can be killed. So, though my heart wants you send a friendship request to Mathura as your royal guru I would suggest let's wait. We are not in a position to make enemy with Jarasandh."

Bhishmaka thanked the royal guru and ordered that at that point Vidharbha will remain a vassal kingdom of Magadha and then he dismissed the royal court for that day.

Once the formalities of court were over Bhishmaka walked towards his daughter's room. Being with Rukmini released the stress he felt in the court. Even that day his heart was telling he wanted to meet the boy, Krishna. Somehow that day he was feeling a warmth for him as if he was his own son. But then as the king of Vidharbha he knew what he did was in the best interest of his people.

"Father look at my room," his thoughts were broken by Rukmini's voice and he looked into the direction she pointed. Her entire room was decorated with yellow flowers. She had even put a rangoli on the floor with yellow as the prominent color. Bhishmaka's looked at his daughter quizzingly. Rukmini loved green a lot. She always wanted her room to be decorated with greenery. She mostly wore green dresses. Interestingly he saw his daughter was wearing a yellow dress that day.

"Rukmini what is this. Why sudden love for yellow today dear," asked Bhishmaka.

"Father didn't you hear Krishna had killed Kamsa. My brother was telling how a cowboy will protect me. Now I heard that he is not a cowboy. He is a prince. Prince of Mathura. You said cowboys wont play flute for anyone else. But a prince can play right. We can invite a prince to our palace right. I have decorated this room for the prince father. Today only I came to know he loved yellow color the most. You had told when guests come, we have to give importance to their preference. So, I decorated my room in yellow and wore yellow also. I am sure he will come to this room and play the flute for me. You will call him right father," asked Rukmini innocently. Before Bhishmaka could reply Rukmi came in and shouted.

"No Rukmini we are not going to call Krishna. Get the illusion out of your mind that he is a prince. He is just a cowherd boy who seems to know some tricks," saying so he walked into Rukmini's room tearing away the decorations and Rukmini wailed and pleaded with him not to do that. But he pushed the girl and she fell to the ground crying. Bhishmaka rushed to his daughter and ordered Rukmi to leave that room.

"Father I will go away, but ensure your dear daughter doesn't get to hear more about Krishna. Else she will see the worst of me," shouted Rukmi.

"Let's see your worst Rukmi because the princess is not going to forget me. A day will come when you have to pay for each tear that fell from Rukmini's eyes. You trampled the yellow flowers in her room, but you won't be able to trample the yellow shade that has colored her heart, "mused Krishna.

"Son, what are you talking. It has been some time since I asked you what color decoration you want for your room," came in Devaki with a pot of butter.

"Mother give me that butter first," telling so Krishna grabbed the butter pot from Devaki's hand and then looked around. After some thought he mentioned he would love to have greenery in his room. He had grown in the greenery of Vrindavan and it was impossible for him to live without that. Devaki smiled and agreed to do so. As his mother went away Krishna took his flute. Rukmini had colored herself with yellow it was time for him to cover himself in her favorite color that's green. Color of nature.

Bhishmaka lifted his eight-year-old. He said he will make all arrangements so that her room is again decorated in yellow. But then he was not in a position to invite Krishna at that point and she had to wait. Rukmini smiled through her tears and mentioned it doesn't matter when Krishna comes, whenever he comes she will be ready to play the perfect host. Bhishmaka prayed to Lakshminarayan to fulfil his child's wish. A breeze blew and he felt his prayer has reached the Lord.