Long before the bustling cities and modern roads, the Yamuna River flowed through the dense forests of ancient India, untouched and mysterious. The people of the land believed it was no ordinary river, for the waters carried whispers of an ancient story, a tale of divine love, betrayal, and redemption.

The goddess Yamuna, born from the celestial waters, was said to be as radiant as the moon and as deep as the sky. But her heart was bound to the mortal world. Her brother, Yama, the god of death, warned her to stay away from the world of humans. Yet, despite his commands, she was drawn to the earth, where the divine child Krishna roamed.

It was here, in the lush fields beside her waters, that Yamuna met Krishna. She saw in him a reflection of her own loneliness, a being who was both of the earth and the heavens. The river, enchanted by his playful nature, flowed around him, caressing his feet, and Krishna, in turn, danced in the waters, beckoning her to join in the eternal celebration of love.

But there was more to the story—secrets hidden in the river’s depths that even the gods feared to uncover.