As Chapter 7 closes, Arjun stands before the majestic form of Lord Mahavishnu, resting upon the vast cosmic ocean "Garbhodaka". His heart swells with emotion, and tears stream down his cheeks.
"Mahavishnu... my Lord... my life, my existence has finally worth it," Arjun whispers, bowing deeply.
But the moment he lifts his head, the scene around him changes entirely. Gone is the celestial ocean. Now, he finds himself standing amidst a divine forest, vibrant with life. Peacocks dance, birds sing in symphony, and a sacred aura permeates the air.
"Where am I now? Lord, what are You doing with me?" Arjun asks, bewildered.
He begins to explore this devine realm. As he walks through the glowing greenery, he arrives at a majestic palace, its walls made of radiant gold and studded with dazzling diamonds that make it gleam like a living jewel.
As Arjun took another hesitant step into the divine garden, the divine sound of a flute kissed the wind—soft, hypnotic, beyond mortal comprehension. It wasn't music. It was a language of the soul.
Drawn helplessly toward its source, Arjun walked as if enchanted. Time stilled. Leaves danced in rhythm. The air was fragrant with jasmine and sandalwood. In every direction, peacocks spread their plumes, monkeys gathered playfully under sacred trees, and flocks of colorful birds perched silently, their eyes closed, swaying as if meditating on the melody.
And then—he saw it.
At the heart of this paradise stood a divine swing, massive and majestic, suspended not by simple ropes but by beautiful ropes made of flower connected to the sky itself, vanishing into eternity. The swing swayed gently in the rhythm of the flute, cradling two godly figures whose very presence eclipsed all beauty known to humans or gods.
There sat Shree Krishna, in His eternal youth, his radiant peacock-feathered crown glinting like the rising sun, a divine smile playing on his lips as His fingers danced across the bansuri(flute). His skin shimmered with the color of fresh rainclouds, and his eyes held the secrets of time and beyond.
Beside Him sat Shree Radha, the embodiment of eternal love. Draped in a saree that sparkled like stardust, her beauty was not of this world. Her gaze rested on Krishna, eyes filled with the kind of love that no scripture could ever capture, yet every scripture longed to describe.
Behind them flowed an endless divine river—calm, and radiant. But this was no ordinary river. Within its translucent currents floated countless universes—entire realms spinning like galaxies on its surface, glowing, breathing, evolving. Some were bright and full of life, some dimmed with chaos, but all flowed in harmony, like verses of a divine symphony. Viraja River— border of the material and spritual world.
Arjun froze.
His breath caught in his throat. His knees gave way. He collapsed, overwhelmed not by fear, but by awe too vast for a mortal heart to hold.
> "Radhe Radhe… Radhe Krishna… Prabhu, I am truly blessed. My soul's every journey has led to this very moment."
Tears rolled down his cheeks.
Krishna looked toward him and smiled—the kind of smile that dissolves lifetimes of pain. The flute paused.
And in that sacred silence, the entire garden seemed to bow.
And Arjun knew—this was not a dream, not an illusion.
He was in Golok Dham.
The realm beyond multiverse. Golok is in spritual world seperate from material multiverse. The source of love, the womb of creation. Where Radha and Krishna eternally reside—not as gods on thrones, but as the pulse of the supreme consciousness itself. Also known as Golok Vrindavan.
Shree Krishna rose from the swing, and as His divine feet touched the ground, a radiant explosion of golden light spread through the air, cleansing every doubt, every fear. The peacocks danced. The monkeys bowed. The cows enjoying.The birds chirped the name Govind.
Arjun's eyes gleam with that sacred brilliance—
—And in the blink of an eye, the scene changes.
Now, Arjun stands in the middle of a battlefield. On one side stand the Kauravas, on the other the Pandavas.
Arjun completely stunned to see the scene. No one is moving like time had stopped.
"Wait... this... is this Kurukshetra? Am I in the battle of Mahabharata? But... that's impossible! That war happened in Dwapar Yuga. Have I traveled back in time?"
Before he can process further, a familiar, divine voice speaks behind him:
"Your guess is correct."
Arjun turns around and sees Lord Krishna—a gentle smile gracing His lips. He radiates divine charm and transcendental serenity.
Overwhelmed, Arjun runs and falls at His feet.
Krishna lifts him gently and hugs him.
The hug from the Supreme. The dream of every soul.
With a mischievous glint in His eyes, Krishna smiles. "I hope my little leela hasn't left your mind spinning."
Arjun smiles through his tears. "My Lord, even Your smallest leela is too much for us."
Krishna laughs heartily.
Arjun then asks, "Prabhu, why did You bring me here?"
"To show you the truth, Arjun. To enlighten you. So you may protect Earth from the Celestials."
"But Prabhu, why don't You destroy the Celestials Yourself?"
Krishna chuckles. "If I did everything for mankind, what purpose would their lives serve? What would they strive for?"
"But Lord," Arjun insists, "isn't everything controlled by You?"
Krishna nods. "Half true. Everything begins with Me, and everything happens according to My will. But I do not control anyone. I guide, I show the way. Walking the path is their choice. I offer choices, but choosing is up to them. Their destiny is shaped by the roads they walk."
Arjun listens deeply.
"But Lord, You are all-knowing. Can't You change what happens?"
Krishna replies, "My beloved devotee, have you forgotten? Everything happens for a reason. Though I transcend time, I still respect its laws. If I began to break the rules, what example would I set? If I changed everything before it even occurred, there would be no Ramayana, no Mahabharata, no evolution of time. Humans would never grow. If I had to do everything myself, why create life at all? Why give humans minds? Each soul's life is shaped by their own karma. If humans understood this one truth, they would attain moksha."
Arjun is stunned. His eyes wide open, speechless.
Krishna smiles. "Are My words reaching you, or are they flying over your head?"
Arjun bows again. "Lord, if I don't understand Your words, then whose words?"
Krishna laughs again.
"There's something I've always wanted to ask," Arjun says.
Krishna raises His brow. "I brought you here to clear your doubts. Ask."
"Prabhu, villains are not born evil. Circumstances make them so. Are they wronged by fate? Are they not just broken heroes, like the noble Karna? Is it right to fight them?"
Krishna smiles. "You've asked a deep question, Arjun. And I see you chose Karna as your example. Yes, villains are often made by circumstances. But tell Me—are heroes born heroes? No. Circumstances make them too. The difference lies only in choice.
Karna suffered too much. Duryodhana helped him, so Karna stayed loyal to him. But Duryodhana followed adharma. So by extension, Karna too walked the path of adharma. That became the cause of his end.
The Pandavas too faced hardships. Exiled in forests, denied their kingdom, suffered the deaths of their children. Even I, as God, bore the destruction of My entire clan. Yet neither I nor the Pandavas chose the wrong path out of desire for pleasure."
Krishna looked into Arjun's eyes.
"Remember this, Arjun. Those who suffer to much wronged by others, got humiliated without reason but still instead of choosing evil path they stay on the path of dharma—I am always with them. Even if they do not chant My name. But those who stand with evil, even while chanting My name, will never receive My grace.
That is the difference between a hero and a villain."
Arjun falls silent, absorbing every word.
Then he asks, "But Lord, what if someone suffers injustice without fault? If they silently bear the pain and then support someone evil—not out of malice, but because that person helped them. Are they still part of adharma?"
Krishna's expression becomes serene.
"Arjun, it doesn't matter how wise a person is, or how many good deeds they've done. What matters is which path they choose. If, after knowing everything, a person still walks the path of adharma—or supports someone who does—then their downfall is inevitable.
Those who remain on the path of dharma, even after knowing its difficulty, are the true souls of righteousness. They are Dharma puroshh.
In Kaliyuga, people will be drawn to evil. They will sympathize with the wrongdoers. Villains will be idolized more than heroes. Ravana over Ram. Karna over Arjun. Kans over Krishna. That, Arjun, will be the impact of Kaliyuga... and the cause of mankind's downfall."
As the words sink in, Arjun's eyes widen. A divine light envelops him. A surge of spiritual energy bursts forth from his soul.
He whisper in his heart.
> "Now I understand… Dharma was never about winning. It was always about choosing the right path — even when it's hard, you're never alone on this path. God is always with you."
Krishna watches him, smiling.
Arjun has found his enlightenment. His doubts are gone. Though his power does not increase in level, his spirit matures.
Krishna claps, chuckling.
"Congratulations, Arjun. So, you finally understood My words. I trust there are no more doubts now."
Arjun bows. "Jai Shri Krishna. You are the eternal, the omnipresent. I have no more questions. I understand everything now."
Krishna smiles. "In Dwapar Yuga, I gave enlightenment to My Parth through the Bhagavad Gita. In Kaliyuga, I gave it to you, Arjun, by answering your questions. And not just you—anyone who understands the bhagvad Gita, not merely reads it, shall attain moksha. They shall enter Golok Dham. Now go, Arjun. You have a great war ahead. But no matter what happens, never abandon the path of dharma."
Krishna blesses him. A golden light emerges from His palm, striking Arjun.
In a flash, the scene shifts—
Back on present-day Earth.
From the heart of Nidhivan, a golden light bursts out. It spreads across Vrindavan, restoring everything—the trees, the people who had vanished, those aged unnaturally now regain their youth. Kavya and Reyansh reappear, shocked.
Seeing each other, they cry out with joy. Kavya searches around frantically.
"Where's Arjun?"
From the heart of the golden light, Arjun emerges. Kavya and Reyansh run toward him and embrace him tightly. Tears of joy spill from their eyes.
"I'm just happy you two are safe," Arjun says, his voice choked with emotion.
Kavya looks around in awe. "What just happened?"
Arjun smiles. "It's a long story. But let's just say... it's all Lord Krishna's divine play."
Though confused, they smile.
"Let's go," Arjun says. "There's a party waiting."
The three walk away, hearts full.
As Arjun, Kavya, and Reyansh walked away from Nidhivan, the golden light slowly receded, like a curtain falling after the final act of a cosmic play. The trio walked in silence, their hearts heavy with wonder, their souls light with peace.
Above them, Vrindavan shimmered in divine serenity—restored, reborn.
Children laughed again in the streets. The aged stood up straight. Flowers bloomed where sorrow once slept. Even the winds carried the scent of something holy.
Arjun glanced back one last time toward the sacred grove, his eyes filled with reverence.
> "Shree Krishna's leela," he whispered. "Beyond reason, beyond understanding… and yet, more real than anything."
Kavya and Reyansh looked at him, their eyes still wide with awe, and for a moment, the three stood beneath the sky like reunited fragments of a destined tale.
Just then, a soft breeze passed through the trees, and within it came a final echo—not loud, not thunderous, but soft... divine... eternal.
> "In every yuga, whenever dharma declines and adharma rises, I descends— again and again—in different forms, to restore balance,to protect dharma,and to awaken the soul of the world."
It was Shree Krishna's voice.
Arjun hears it, smiles and look above and with full devotion said,
> Jai Shree Krishna.
The story was far from over.
But for now, peace had returned.
To be continued...