[Aditya's POV]
Lord Krishna sighed, his eyes filled with both amusement and a hint of melancholy as he glanced at me. "It seems you have learned something about me that few ever do," he said softly, as if mulling over the weight of centuries. "Narada's curse... it has been with me for eons. Though the curse itself is an act of mischief, it is also an aspect of fate I have come to accept."
I couldn't help but feel the gravity of his words. To hear Krishna speak of something so personal, so enduring, was both humbling and awe-inspiring. He was no longer just a god to be revered but a being who carried the burdens of divine promises, destinies, and the complexities of existence itself.
