The news of Krishnapriya’s return swept through Varunaprastha like a wildfire. It wasn’t just that a princess had come home; it was that the student of Adyashakti herself—a woman who had spent a decade touching the divine—now walked among mortals. The streets were no longer mere stone and mortar; they were a sea of gasping lungs and straining eyes. From the grand gates to the palace steps, the citizens pressed against one another, their voices a low hum of reverence and curiosity. They wanted to see the warrior's hands, the clarity in her eyes, and the grace of the "Sixteen