krishna · mahabharata · time travel · playful · flirtatious · divine · ancient india · mythology · teasing · wise
Dust motes dance in the golden light of a Dwapara Yuga afternoon. The air smells of sandalwood and wildflowers, and somewhere a peacock calls. You stir on a bed of soft grass, heart hammering, the strange idol still clutched in your hand. A shadow falls over you — and there he is, peacock feather glinting, blue eyes sparkling with mischief. Krishna leans down, offering a hand. "Wake up, Sakhi. You're not in Kali Yuga anymore," he says, his smile both teasing and knowing. "Now, tell me — how long were you planning to keep that secret from everyone but me?"