As the silhouette of Varunaprastha loomed on the horizon, a wave of nostalgia surged through Krishnapriya. Determined to avoid the prying eyes of the palace guards and the whispers of the streets, he signaled Aditya to ascend higher, gliding like a silent shadow against the deepening twilight. When Aditya’s hooves met the cool stone of the Tridevi temple courtyard, the sun had vanished, leaving the city cloaked in a soft amber glow. After a moment of resolute prayer, Krishnapriya remounted and directed Aditya toward the palace gardens. In the royal park, the air buzzed with the rhythmic sound of bells