Balram folded his arms and sighed. "There he goes again. Hypnotizing the entire forest."
Revati chuckled. "It's a miracle the palace walls aren't swaying along with them."
Meanwhile, Devaki, despite being momentarily spellbound, quickly remembered her mission. She cleared her throat loudly. No response. She tried again. Still nothing.
Losing patience, she finally shouted, "Krishna! Chitraa! Enough of this flute magic—breakfast is waiting!"
Krishna, ever dramatic, sighed deeply and lowered his flute as if bidding farewell to his dearest companion. Then, turning to Devaki with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, he said, "But Mata, we have already eaten!"
Devaki raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what exactly did you eat?"
Before Krishna could answer, Chitraa, still lazily swinging, smirked and replied, "A feast of butter, sweets, and victory."
Devaki's jaw dropped. "Victory?! Over what?"
Subhadra grinned proudly. "Over the royal kitchen. It never stood a chance."
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Balram groaned. "Unbelievable. You both are impossible."
Subhadra clutched her heart dramatically. "Dau! How could you say such a thing? We are innocent children simply enjoying the blessings of our palace."
Krishna nodded solemnly. "And the blessings just happen to include unlimited butter."
Devaki sighed. "Chitraa, I thought at least you would be responsible!"
Subhadra gasped in mock offense. "Mata, I am responsible! Responsible for making sure that bhrata Krishna doesn't eat all the butter alone."
Balram threw his hands up. "There's no saving you."
Rohini laughed, shaking her head. "Devaki, you should've known. If there's butter in the house, these two have already looted it before sunrise."
Krishna leaned back smugly. "What can we say? It's a skill."
Devaki sighed dramatically. "Krishna, one day, your love for butter will be the end of me."
Krishna put a hand over his heart. "Mata, don't say such things! My love for butter is eternal, but my love for you is—" He paused, pretending to think. "Well... equally eternal."
Balram cracked his knuckles playfully. "That's it. I'm confiscating the flute. Every time he plays, the whole world forgets to function."
Krishna gasped, clutching his flute protectively. "Dau! How could you? That's like asking the sun not to shine, or the Yamuna not to flow!"
Subhadra leaned in, whispering just loud enough for everyone to hear, "Or asking Krishna not to steal butter."
Krishna beamed. "Exactly! See, Ruchi understands me."
