Nandana Krishna Soumya Upd ◉ [RELIABLE]

"Who are you?" Nandana whispered.

"Krishna," she breathed.

When Nandana woke up the next morning, she was in her own bed, her feet still dusty from the temple floor. The bell never rang at midnight again. But something had changed inside her. nandana krishna soumya

He smiled, butter-smeared and ancient. "Guess." "Who are you

She lived in a small coastal town in Kerala, where the backwaters turned the color of old silver under the monsoon sky. Her father ran a tiny shop selling bronze lamps, and her mother painted murals on temple walls. Nandana inherited her mother’s quiet hands and her father’s habit of laughing at absolutely nothing. "Who are you?" Nandana whispered. "Krishna