The temple room was filled with the soft hum of prayers. Krishna’s mother, eyes closed in devotion, stood before the idols, her lips moving in quiet prayer. Beside her, Krishna’s father mirrored her every movement. Shiv, standing quietly nearby, had his eyes closed in reverence as well.
But Krishna, ever the mischief-maker, couldn’t quite stay still.
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