As the sun began its descent on the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Akrur guided the chariot towards a small village on the outskirts of Mathura. The villagers, hearing the sound of the approaching chariot, came out of their humble homes to see who the visitors were.

As Krishna and Balram stepped out of the chariot, a sense of awe and reverence filled the air. The villagers were mesmerized by their divine presence, their eyes shining with admiration and curiosity. The radiant aura surrounding Krishna and the powerful presence of Balram left the villagers in a state of wonder. They could not withdraw their eyes from the divine brothers.

Krishna, with a gentle smile, instructed Akrur, "Kaka aap Mathura mei pravesh kijiye. Hum yaha raatri bita, kal aayenge."

"Prabhu, aapko chhod ke mai kaise jaa sakta hu ? Bina apne bhagwaan ko liye yeh bhakt nahi jaayega. Yadi aapko vishram karna hai toh aap mere bhavan mei chaliye." Akrur said.

Krishna shook his head, "Aapke ghar Mai awashya aayunga kintu pehle uss Yadavo ke shatru ka vadh karna anivarya hai. Aap abhi jaayiye."

Akrur's heart swelled with conflicting emotions. He did not want to leave his beloved lord's side, but he knew he had to carry out Krishna's wishes. With a heavy heart, Akrur bid farewell to Nand, set off towards Mathura.

The gleaming chariot wheels rolled smoothly through the bustling streets, as the sound of hooves echoed against the cobblestone pathways. The soft glow of oil lamps illuminated the alleyways, casting flickering shadows on the vibrant tapestries that adorned the buildings.

Finally, the grand gates of the palace came into view, illuminated by torches that flickered in the evening breeze. Akrur steered his chariot through the gates, the sound of the horses' hooves reverberating in the courtyard as he made his way inside.

Akrur gracefully descended from his chariot, his garments billowing behind him in the evening breeze. Without hesitation, he strode purposefully towards Kamsa's bhavan, his gait confident and determined. The palace grounds were illuminated by torches and lanterns, casting flickering shadows on the walls.

Guards greeted him with respectful nods, recognizing him as a trusted advisor to Kamsa, and didn't stop him.Upon reaching the entrance to Kamsa's mansion, Akrur paused for a moment, steeling himself for the encounter ahead. With a deep breath, he pushed open the ornate doors and entered the opulent halls, the soft glow of candlelight guiding his way.

Inside, he found Kamsa surrounded by his thousand wives, all vying for his attention and trying to serve him. His principle wives, Asti and Praapti, were seated beside him trying to offer him wine and fruits. Despite the opulence and luxury surrounding him, Kamsa had a worried and restless look on his face.

Akrur could sense the tension in the air as he approached Kamsa, who seemed lost in his thoughts. Akrur bowed respectfully before Kamsa, "Pranaam Maharaj."

Upon spotting Akrur, Kamsa leaped from his seat in a nervous frenzy, his eyes betraying a deep sense of unease.

"K-Kaha hai woh dono ?" He asked.

Akrur said, "Mathura ke bahari gaav mei. Unhone kaha ki woh raatri wahi bitayenge aur kal yaha aayenge."

"Oh." Kamsa muttered, "Aap jaa sakte hai." His hands trembled as he dismissed Akrur.

As Danapati left, Kamsa fell silent. The realization that his worst nightmare was unfolding before his eyes caused him to stumble back in fear, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. As Kamsa's panic escalated, his wives Asti and Praapti rushed to his side, their faces etched with concern.

"Aap chinta mat kijiye, Aryaputra." Asti said.

Praapti consoled, "Aapne apne sarvashresht yoddhao ko niyukt kiya hai, unn dono ke vadh hetu."

They tried to soothe him, their gentle touch offering a fleeting sense of comfort in the midst of his mounting terror. But deep down, Kamsa knew that his days as the tyrant ruler of Mathura were numbered, and the presence of Krishna and Balram outside his city served as a chilling reminder of the inevitable confrontation that awaited him.

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