Yudhiṣṭhira, filled with wonder and humility, turned to the Lord and said, “O Lord, what good deed have we left undone? I do not know, for you, who are seldom seen even by the greatest yogis, have appeared before us, who possess but little wisdom.” Responding to the king’s request, the Lord graciously remained in Indraprastha for several months, bringing delight to the eyes and hearts of all its people. One day, Arjuna, the great conqueror, mounted his chariot adorned with the banner of Hanuman. He took up his mighty Gāṇḍīva bow and inexhaustible quivers, and, together with Kṛṣṇa—both of them fully armed—ventured into a vast forest teeming with wild beasts, seeking the thrill of the hunt and the joy of sport. Within that forest, Arjuna’s arrows felled tigers, boars, buffaloes, antelopes, sarabhas, wild oxen, rhinoceroses, deer, hares, and porcupines. The attendants gathered these sanctified animals and brought them to King Yudhiṣṭhira as an offering for the approaching festival. Weary and parched from their exertions, Arjuna and Kṛṣṇa made their way to the Yamunā river. There, after performing their ablutions and drinking the crystal-clear water, the two mighty warriors beheld a maiden of enchanting beauty wandering nearby. Approaching her, Arjuna—at Kṛṣṇa’s behest—addressed her with gentle words, “O slender-waisted one, who are you? Whose daughter are you, and from where do you come? What is your purpose here? I sense you seek a husband. Please, tell me everything, O beautiful one.” The maiden replied, “I am Kālindī, daughter of the Sun-god Sūrya. I dwell in the waters of the Yamunā, in a palace built by my father, awaiting the day I may behold the infallible Lord. I have undertaken severe austerities, desiring Viṣṇu, the bestower of boons, as my chosen husband. I seek no other; may that blessed Mukunda, the refuge of the shelterless, be pleased with me.” Arjuna conveyed her words to Kṛṣṇa, who, understanding her heart, welcomed her onto the chariot and brought her to King Yudhiṣṭhira. At Yudhiṣṭhira’s instruction, Kṛṣṇa had the wondrous city of Indraprastha built for the sons of Pritha, commissioning Viśvakarmā to construct it in marvelous fashion. Residing there to please his dear friends, the Lord became Arjuna’s charioteer and aided him in giving the Khaṇḍava forest to Agni, the fire-god. Pleased, Agni granted Arjuna a bow, a chariot drawn by white horses, two inexhaustible quivers, impenetrable armor, and divine weapons. Maya, rescued from the flames, offered a magnificent assembly hall as a token of gratitude—a hall so wondrous that Duryodhana was once bewildered within, unable to distinguish water from land. After receiving permission from Yudhiṣṭhira and blessings from his friends, Kṛṣṇa returned to Dvārakā, accompanied by Satyaki and others. There, at the auspicious time and season, he married Kālindī, bringing supreme joy and auspiciousness to all his people. Meanwhile, the princes Vinda and Anuvinda of Avanti, followers of Duryodhana, prevented their sister Mitravindā—who was devoted to Kṛṣṇa—from choosing her own husband at her svayaṃvara. Undeterred, Kṛṣṇa, before the assembled kings, seized Mitravindā and accepted her as his bride. There was another renowned king, Nagnajit of Kosala, famed for his righteousness. His daughter, Satyā—also known as Nagnajitī—was sought by many princes. Yet, her hand was promised only to one who could subdue seven fierce, sharp-horned, untamable bulls, proud of their strength. Learning of this challenge, Kṛṣṇa, the master of the Sātvatas, journeyed to Kosala with a great army. King Nagnajit, pleased at the Lord’s arrival, rose to honor him with all due marks of respect and welcomed him reverently. Satyā, seeing Kṛṣṇa—the very Lord her heart desired—arrive, prayed silently, “If my vow is true, may this Lord of Lakṣmī become my husband and fulfill all my wishes.” Yet she wondered, “He whose lotus feet’s dust is borne by Lakṣmī, Brahmā, Śiva, and the guardians of the worlds—he who playfully built a bridge for his own purposes—how could such a Lord be satisfied with me?” Kṛṣṇa, worshipped again by the king, spoke with a gentle smile, his voice deep as a thundercloud. “O King,” he said, “it is not proper for a kṣatriya to beg, but desiring your friendship, I ask for your daughter’s hand—not for a bride-price, for we do not give that.” King Nagnajit replied, “Who could be a greater or more desirable suitor for my daughter than you, O Lord, when the goddess of fortune herself dwells upon your person? Yet, O best of the Sātvatas, we made a prior vow: only one who subdues these seven fierce bulls may win my daughter. Many princes have tried and been injured.” Hearing this, Kṛṣṇa fastened his garment and, multiplying himself into seven forms, playfully subdued the bulls. He bound them with ropes, breaking their pride and strength, and dragged them as easily as a child drags wooden toys. Astonished and delighted, King Nagnajit gave his daughter Satyā to Kṛṣṇa, who accepted her as his equal bride. The royal wives, overjoyed to have Kṛṣṇa as their son-in-law, celebrated with a grand festival. Conch shells, kettledrums, and trumpets resounded; songs and instruments filled the air; brāhmaṇas offered blessings; and men and women, adorned in splendid garments, garlands, and ornaments, rejoiced. As dowry, the Lord gave ten thousand cows and three thousand young maidens, each adorned with necklaces and fine clothes, marking the occasion with great generosity and joy.