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hum-suffer · 9 months
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Abhimanyu loved palash flowers. Red and gold and orange, he often said they looked more like sunset than fire that poets called them.
Abhimanyu loved palash flowers. They grew in Dwarka by bunches. Against the green and brown of trees, they looked like waterfalls of the furnace, he said.
Abhimanyu loved palash flowers. He had planted his first plant of palash in the palace of Dwarka, he had watered it everyday after his sword practice.
Abhimanyu loved palash flowers. He fought ferociously against his grandfather, Vasudev, when he wanted to tear down his palash tree for the renovation of the palace.
Abhimanyu loved palash flowers. He hid in the branches of his palash tree when he ran from his mother. He stepped on his uncle, Krishna, and reached those heights with loud laughs. He watched his mother run around the tree as he hid.
Abhimanyu loved palash flowers. He wrapped them in leaves and took them to his father every time he was allowed to visit him. Arjun wore them in his hair proudly, said the flowers matched his ascetic clothes.
Abhimanyu loved palash flowers. When he was married, everyone who had seen him grow threw palash flowers on his head. He laughed when his aunt Revati claimed she specially ordered the flowers from Vidharbh for him, he knew she could possibly do it just for the ostentatious idea.
Abhimanyu loved palash flowers. Uttara wore the same colour as them the next day of their marriage. His aunt Rukmini and Elder mother Draupadi teased him red for it.
Abhimanyu loved palash flowers. His uncle Balram gave him a new bow for the upcoming war. It had palash flowers carved at all seven joints.
Abhimanyu loved palash flowers.
His pyre burnt the same colour as them.
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devimayi · 7 months
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i imagine vrindavan to be chaotic and messy in the best way possible. krishna playing his flute means that everyone will stop whatever they are doing. radha and the sakhis constantly try to outwit this makhan chor but to no avail. every prank of theirs is reported by the parrots that krishna bribes feeds everyday for this entire purpose.
mother yashoda and nanda maharaj are doing their duties when krishna's elder brother balram rushes in, throwing accusations against krishna.
krishna refutes them and the parents share a fond look with each other while their mischevous children argue.
dwarka is no less chaotic, perhaps tempered by the maturity krishna shows. the makhan chor of braj remains with the people of vrindavan, gokul, barsana and only them. dwarka sees the dawn of yaduvanshi vāsudev shri krishna. a new leaf of the same flower of madhav.
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kaal-naagin · 8 months
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Rukmini Maiya is the Mother who will pamper you and spoil you rotten
Satyabhama Maiya is the strict Mother who won't think twice about slapping some sense into you
I won't elaborate further.
Hare Krishna 🦚🦚💙💙
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krishakamal · 9 months
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𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐀
— Dwarkadhish x Dwarakeshwari
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🦚 SYNOPSIS : When Krishna can't see his priya frowning in sadness, so, he comes up with a way to cheer her up.
🦚 KAMAL'S NOTE : This is just a work of fiction and nothing to do with the actual events. I just wanted to write something for Maa Rukmini and Krishna since there is not much. Hopefully I didn't cross the line. This fic made me hate the word 'hand' to be honest 😮‍💨. The devider is from this post.
Kamalnayan = Lotus like eyes, Sri = Mahalakshmi/Rukmini, Nupur = Anklet, Aradhya = Adored one, Arya = Honorable one.
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Sweet wind blew past the raven locks, forcing them to dance on the rhythm with it. Dwarakeshwari, Rukmini Maharani, sat on the edge of the majestic water fountain. Her hand playing with the rippling cold water. The full moon shone brightly in the night's sky. The reflection of the moon in the water made Rukmini appear glowing.
Everything happened so suddenly. One day, she was writing a letter to Kanha to come and save her and the next she is now married to the said Manohari. Few days ago she came to Dwarka with her husband. People here are loving and welcoming to her but Rukmini could not help but miss her father and brothers.
Since day one she was their beloved princess but everything changed when Rukmi decided to prioritise his political friends and hate towards Krishna over her. Going against Rukmini, he rejected Krishna when he asked for her hand in marriage and then he fixed her marriage to that demon, Shishupal. Still, Rukmini loved her brother and wanted the best for them.
"Can't sleep?"
A sweet voice broke the silence of the night. Her hand stopped it's action. Rukmini heard quite footsteps advancing towards her as her heartbeat sped up. Even after loving him for years and being married to hi, Rukmini couldn't help but blush whenever he was around her.
Krishna walked up to Rukmini and sat right behind her. Their eyes met through the waters reflection but Rukmini averted her eyes away as a feeling of shyness took over, making Krishna chuckle. His wife, his Sri, can look into others eyes and put them in their places but she can't even look her Shyam. Oh! How much he yearns to see those beautiful kamalnayan.
"Could not sleep?" Krishna asked again, this time even more softer.
Rukmini nodded her head, giving him a quiet 'hum'. Krishna dipped his hand in water. Taking her hand in his, Krishna swayed them, feeling water pass through their fingers.
"So, what is bothering my beloved?"
Rukmini remained silent for a moment before speaking, "I was thinking about my people back home."
"Is that so?" Krishna wishpered, "Do you regret marrying me and coming he—"
Before he could finish, Rukmini had turned around and slammed her hand over his mouth, "What are you saying Madhav? I can never."
Rukmini felt his lips curling up into a smile against her palm. Krishna held her hand by his both hands and brought them down. But instead of letting go, Krishna clutches it even firmer.
"You are finally looking at me."
Rukmini gasped at the realisation and all the heat raised up her cheeks. As she quickly looked, Krishna took her chin between two fingers and made her face him again. Rukmini kept her head down.
Hay Bhagwan! My shy wife. Madhav thought to himself.
"Would you like to go somewhere......With me?" Krishna asked.
Rukmini nodded her head without any hesitation. Krishna stood up and held out a hand for her, "Sri?"
Rukmini placed her hand in and got up. Then Krishna started leading them out of the golden palace. They walked for at least 60 vighaṭi but neither of them seemed to mind. By day Krishna is mostly busy with work and Rukmini also has to play the mother goddess she is.
They don't get much time to spend together other than the night. They walked through the furnished road, hand in hand, under the starry night. At the end of the city was a forest. Krishna led her into it.
Moonlight failed to enter through the cover of tall tree branches. As the forest went darker, Rukmini, unknowingly, brought herself closer to Krishna. Though Krishna saw that, he didn't say anything because seeing how shy his Sri is, she might pull away.
"How far is the place, Madhav?" Rukmini asked when the road seemed to be endless. They couldn't stay out long. As the king and queen of Dwarka, work was already on their shoulders.
"Just a little more Sri." Krishna whispered, giving her hand a firm squeeze.
They walked a little more when Krishna suddenly stopped. Rukmini looked at him confused. Krishna released her hand and held up the jewelled flute. As Rukmini held the flute with care, Krishna went behind her and palmed over her eyes.
"Ma-Madhav?"
"Just a little more to go." Krishna whispered in her ear.
Rukmini trusted and started forwarding. Losing the ability to see, her other senses became stronger. The forest was silent. The sweet sound of their nupur chiming echoed through the silent woodland accompanied by occasional hooting of owls.
Krishna came to an abrupt stop, "Ready?"
Rukmini nodded impatiently, "Yes, Madhav."
Krishna slowly removed his hands. A bright light blinded Rukmini for a moment. She blinked her eyes to adjust to the light and when she saw scenery before her all she could do was gasp in surprise.
The place was glowing compared to the rest of the dark forest. Fireflies dancing with each other. Beautiful flowers are blooming all over the place. Birds like peacocks, parrots, owls, flying like it's broad daylight. Then there is deers, red panda, horses and many more playing like friends.
"Madhav, what place is this? This looks like it is Vaikuntha."
"This place is Divya aranya. Do you like it?"
"This place is heavenly. Why didn't you bring me here earlier?" Rukmini breathed out, failing to look away.
Krishna sat on the ground with his hack leaning on a big tree. While Rukmini admired the magical forest, Krishna admired his ārādhya. Her eyes sparkled like gold, taking in everything. When she was done she came and sat beside Madhav.
"How did this come here?" Rukmini felt like a child, seeing the world for the first time even though she herself was Devi Mahalakshmi.
"That…….is a story for another time. Just know that there was this man who created this place because he couldn't see his priya frowning in sadness." Mischievousness swimmed in his eyes.
Rukmini smiled with a knowing look. She really had completely forgotten about her previous sadness with her brother. Which gave Krishna relief. The last thing he wanted was for her to be sad. That too in his presence.
Rukmini felt a different sense of boldness as she dropped her head on his shoulder. When the sun goes up they will be pulled into the same work routine. So, Rukmini wanted to savour these moments as much as possible.
"Can we stay here a little longer?" Rukmini asked softly and he replied back, "As long as you want."
Rukmini's eyes fell on the flute in her hand, the divine flute that everyone praises.
"Arya, you have never played your flute for me, have you?"
Krishna laughed, "Every rag, every sur, every dhun that I play, is for you, my Sri. If not you, then I have no reason to even exist."
He sure is a ladies' man. Rukmini thought as her cheeks became red.
Rukmini gave him his flute back, "Play something for me, won't you, Arya?"
"Anything for you, Sri."
Krishna took the flute, placing his lips on it, he started playing the most madhur dhun she had ever heard. The aranya became more joyful, birds danced with the melody, animals became hypnotised with how enchanting it was.
And Darkeswari drifted into the dreamland with her head resting on her beloved's shoulder and hearing the madhur dhun.
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© 𝐊𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑, 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 — all content rights belongs to KRISHAKAMAL. Do not plagiarize any works and do not repost or translate onto any other sites.
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Drama in Dwarka - Part II
Rukmavati: Father has sent Rochana with a request that she and Aniruddh get married.
Krishna: No absolutely not! This is a terrible idea...
Rukmini: Why is this a terrible idea?
Krishna: Because your brother hates me! And believe you me, the feeling is not unreciprocated.
Rochana: But I want to marry Aniruddh!
Krishna: Yeh poori family paagal hai. Vidarbha rajya ke saare paagal mere ghar me hai. Yes...all of them...Kuch toh apne paas rakh lete Rukmi Bhaiya!
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ancientorigins · 10 months
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According to Hindu legend, the kingdom of Krishna sank into the Arabian sea after Krishna’s death. Not just a legend anymore, archaeologists think they might have found it.
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ramayantika · 1 year
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। Prologue।
“Sakhi, never in my life did I think that I would advise you this, but,” The newly crowned queen of Ratnagarh, Vedashree, gently rubbed her best friend's shoulder, “you have to take some action now. Nobody can save your future, but you, Aarnika.”
“What should I do? Is there any way out? My father has surrounded the chamber with guards, and my brother is guarding my every move, Veda.” Aarnika, the princess of Mahishaka cried to her best friend, worrying about a future she had nightmares of.
Vedashree opened the windows of her friend's chamber and looked out. Ten guards were stationed on the corridors. The maids were busy decorating the pillars for the princess's wedding to the prince of Vidarbha.
The young queen and the princess had been very close friends since childhood, and Vedashree knew her way around Aarnika's palace, for she frequently visited and stayed with the princess.
She turned back to her friend who was sniffling and furiously wiping her tears every second. Aarnika's face had lost its pallor. She was dressed in the best of silks and shining jewels, but she no longer looked like the divine beauty she was. She looked like a withered flower.
Vedashree could not see her friend in such a pity state. Aarnika had already lost her heart to someone else and was wholeheartedly devoted to him. How could she marry some other man again? How could she marry a man who had once angered and insulted the man she loved?
She picked an empty scroll, grabbed a quill and an inkpot, and placed them in front of Aarnika. “If you run away alone, you will be found easily. I could take you with me, but your brother might declare a war on my kingdom. Take this quill and write a letter to Dwarkadheesh. You may not have your desired love story, but you have a better future with him. Your brother won't be able to declare a war on Dwaraka. You will be safe with him, I know. Run away with him.”
It was better to be one of his queens than live in a loveless marriage with a man whose life's purpose was to seek revenge from the Lord of Dwaraka. All her life, the Mahishaka princess had to live under the ways dictated by her father and brother.
Run away.
No. She would rebel against them for herself, for her life. She would not live like her mother.
Grabbing the squill from Vedashree's fingers, she dipped it into the ink-pot.
To the Lord of Dwaraka
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I could not find a title for this so chose very basic one like Vivah Bandhan which sounds like Ekta Kapoor's show I think but maaf kar do and also for this chutku prologue.
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bhagavanbhakthi · 1 month
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PM Modi in Dwarka Underwater
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kirtijolapara · 1 month
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Sudarshan Setu! 🌉
Dwarka, Bharat. 🇮🇳
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lordlylines0 · 2 months
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How Lord Krishna left Earth?
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The story of Lord Krishna, one of the most revered and beloved deities in Hinduism, is filled with divine feats and profound teachings. Among the many narratives that surround Krishna's life, his departure from Earth, also known as the "Mahabharata Parva," holds a special place. This article delves into the mystical tale of Lord Krishna's exit from the mortal realm, leaving behind a legacy that continues to inspire millions.
The Setting:
The Mahabharata, a revered ancient Indian epic, provides the backdrop for the culmination of Lord Krishna's earthly journey. The great war of Kurukshetra had just concluded, with the Pandavas emerging victorious but at a heavy cost. As the ruler of Dwaraka, Krishna had played a pivotal role in guiding Arjuna and the Pandavas through the tumultuous battle, imparting the timeless wisdom of the Bhagavad Gita along the way.
The Transformation of Dwaraka:
Following the war, Lord Krishna returned to Dwaraka, his beloved city by the sea. However, a divine prophecy hinted at the impending submersion of Dwaraka beneath the waves. Understanding the inevitability of this event, Lord Krishna prepared for his departure, signaling the end of his earthly sojourn.
The Final Moments:
On the day of Lord Krishna's departure, a dark and stormy night enveloped Dwaraka. As the waves rose higher, Krishna called upon Arjuna and urged him to escort the citizens of Dwaraka to safety. Simultaneously, Lord Krishna retreated to a quiet spot, meditating and preparing for his transcendental exit.
The Celestial Chariot:
In the final moments, a majestic chariot drawn by white horses descended from the heavens. Lord Krishna, adorned in divine attire, mounted the chariot, signifying his departure to the spiritual realm of Vaikuntha. The divine chariot, guided by Lord Krishna, made its way into the celestial sky, leaving behind the mortal world and the city of Dwaraka, which soon succumbed to the engulfing waves.
The Legacy of Lord Krishna:
Lord Krishna's departure symbolizes the impermanence of the material world and the eternal nature of the divine. His teachings, encapsulated in the Bhagavad Gita, continue to guide humanity on the path of righteousness and self-realization. The story of Krishna's exit is a poignant reminder that the divine transcends the temporal, and through devotion and righteousness, one can attain union with the supreme.
Conclusion:
The departure of Lord Krishna from the mortal realm marks a crucial juncture in Hindu mythology, symbolizing the transcendence of the divine over the material world. As we reflect on this mystical tale, we are reminded of the eternal truths embedded in Krishna's teachings and the enduring legacy that continues to inspire spiritual seekers around the world. Lord Krishna's journey to Vaikuntha stands as a beacon of hope, guiding humanity towards the path of righteousness and spiritual enlightenment.
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hum-suffer · 9 months
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"You're my god." Said Kans, looking at the pregnant belly of his sister, looking at the future that was predicted to kill him. How bad must the child be, if it had the potential of killing him. A murderer. A god.
"You're my god." Whispered Vasudev as he kissed the forehead of an infant, who was covered in blood from his mother's womb still and yet smiled prettily at his father. He had saved him from rain and flood. A rescuer. A god.
"You're my god." Said Yashoda, cradling him in her arms, laughing and kissing his dusky cheeks. She held him close to her chest and somehow, she felt her heart align with every giggle he let out. An enchanter. A god.
"You're my god." Said Nand, as he ruffled his son's hair that curled in ringlets that shined even in darkness. Yashoda had told him of their son's miracles. Universe in his mouth. Somehow, beyond his love for her, Nand believed her. His played with his fingers. A hope. A god.
"You're my god." Said Radha, laughing as he bowed in front of her with flowers of different colours and scents. Tears dried whenever he appeared. She flourished with him, her becoming simply more. A flash of mischievous smiles, and she was his. A melody. A god.
"You're my god." Said Ugrasen. Bones and frail flesh scarring, hands shaking as he was held. Dusky and smooth skin contrasted every silver scar he had and blood returned to his fingers once more. He stained his grandson's yellow clothes with his blood. A healer. A god.
"You're my god." Smiled Rukmini, an open secret between the two of them, eyes shining with love that none could see but him. His hands held her feet and helped her up. He led her, homeward bound once more. Home wasn't a palace, home was at his side. A love. A god.
"You're my god." Said Sudama, tears glistening in his eyes as he gazed at the shredded skin of his friend's feet. Blood that rewrote everything that Sudama ever had been, blood that bled when words failed. A shelter. A god.
"You're my god." Said Arjun, meeting a cousin he never wished to part from, recently married and aching raw. Morals broken, vow forsaken. A hand held him up, a shoulder to lean on. A saviour. A god.
"You're my god." Said Yudhisthir as he knelt before a throne of his own, blood on his hands of those who lived before him. Blood stained hands washed the feet of the man who was the reason the throne was built. A kingmaker. A god.
"You're my god." Draupadi sobbed in his arms, bruises littering her face and arms, lip burst and forehead cut. At his feet, reverently cursing all and blessing him all the same. Lonely, inviting death with every word. A protector. A god.
"You're my god." Gandhari wailed, an accusation on her lips and tears coming to her throat. Blood dripped down her knuckles from where she had hit him fruitlessly. Her words, punctured and breaths shallow, all but dead. A killer. A god.
"You're my god." Balram tells him, calm and serene. So unlike everything they saw in their mortal lives. His clothes suffocate his skin almost beautifully and the sunset is something to watch. He's not watched the sunset since he was six, he thinks. He's not properly felt the sunset in this lifetime.
He smiles at his younger brother. The brother he was supposed to protect. The accusations still make ugly scars on his skin and Balram wants to accuse them all back for a moment. They never knew his god. None of them, except his Mata, knew his god. So serene, so calm, so wise, so innocent. His god is everything and anything and nothing at once.
They don't know what godhood is.
And as Balram leaves his body to return to his abode once more, he wishes they knew better. He wishes they didn't claim to know godhood or his god.
He waits to be reunited with his god and goddess again.
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krsnaradhika · 1 year
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Hehe- A very raw piece of writing here. Also if anyone's wondering, I have an OC in here. Don't mind her tho lmao. Feel free to point out the mistakes!
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Shri Shri Rukmini Satyabhama sameta Krishna samarpayami
Rukmini and Satyabhama spare some time with each other in Dvaraka, post a work day.
When SuryaNarayana's chariot rode below the horizon in the city of gates, the shades of saffron and dark mingling in one against the canvas of the welkin glimmered against the fair visage of the Narayani, the chief among the Ashtapatni of Keshava, who blessed the sun lord once before the lunar god arrived for his shift.
Rukmini's smile exuded the semblance of a fully bloomed water lily, bright pink and one dripping honey, much like her lotus eyes that crinkled in merry. Rolling back the dried scrolls, she interlocked her slender fingers against each other and gave a stretch, yawning with tears clinging to the corner of her eyes and a half-fatigued look eclipsing her usual Chanchala-ness.
Something swished against the shadows of Dvaravati castle's cloisters forged with finesse, quick to gain her attention. It played around on the whims of Vayu before a hand smothered it, deliberately camouflaging in the silence and semi-murk of the eventide. Krishnatmika frowned momentarily, eyebrows puckering before they rose again in glee. Grinning from ear to ear, she languidly shifted again in her seat, craning her neck to get a better look at whatever shenanigans BhuLakshmi was now upto.
"Ayi, I am not Bhanu to accompany his father in their monkey business. I am his mother, Rukku Jiji!" The unladly-like squeak that then addressed her, had Vaidarbhi doubling over as a pouting Satyabhama stepped out of the shadows; her hands on her hips with a look of betrayal and disbelief on her countenance.
"Very well, it's you after Kanha I see." She snorted, adding fuel to the mirth of her elder co-wife whose shoulders trembled by the laughter she tried subduing but to no avail.
"Aww, darling little Bhamae, please have a seat. How may I assist you, my queen?" Rukmini pursed her lips, pushing back her amusement as Satyabhama rolled her eyes once more, shaking her head fondly; headstrong on maintaining the pseudo act of being offended but failed eventually. The latter moved around in unrushed steps, stationing more oil lamps in the corners of the council hall that contained no one but them for then, murmuring a hymn to the goddess of time.
"Samba was asking for his Jyeshtha Maa. Jamba Jiji told him she's got a more darling child," Satyabhama giggled while spinning on her heels, as a horrified Rukmini felt bad for snickering again. "He's been ceaselessly wailing like a typical child since, and needless to say, Yamuna's enjoying it. She even teased him for his other favourite Maa's too busy with Satyaa's little one." She mimicked the lisp of KrishnaPutra in the end, an exasperating amusement in her demeanour as Rukmini for the perhaps the first time in her life, was at a loss of words.
"Leave you, it's Kalindi who has unofficially vowed to not let me live in peace for once."
"No no, that designation is mine. I'll fight Yama to have his twin in place you see."
A short snug silence filled their space, an ecstasy in their hearts as was their nature. Satyabhama returned to Rukmini with a dramatic look of conflict in her eyes and a bowl of heated oil in her hand.
Bhudevi seated herself on a couch placed at a corner, before enthroning Rukmini's head on her lap, letting the latter's tresses loose to sprawl around like tendrils of forest vegetation, jasmine flowers caged in them at irregular intervals. The vermillion smeared forehead of the princess of Shri-kshetra gave the image of the sun itself, eyes like stars curtained with a thin stretch of coral tinctured flesh. She was as precious to Madhava as the moon was to the poets, her bracing aura eternally enrapturing the patron of sustenance.
Prathama Dvarakeshvari studied the half-glare thrown her way before blinking, hauling her soul sister from the reverie of admiration she retained for her, "What are you looking at, Bhamae?"
"On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do I love you for not pulling your ears for being late, big sister?" Varahi shook her head from side to side, experiencing irk and affection at once.
Krishnatmika flushed sheepishly before cheekily smiling as a pair of fingers slid in her scalp, the empyrean aroma of camphor infused almond oil wafting in the air around and having her almost melt like butter, "10 on 10, Vasundharae. You'll punish me, your beloved Shri? Will you not think of my darling ears?"
Satyabhama continued with her work, her doting eyes softening further as she felt Rukmini gradually flop, exhaling a sigh of relief and burying her face in the former's lap, "I shall have you locked away from the council for a week, do not forget that Mata Kokila's ferral cat is here to endorse and assist my shenanigans too."
'This scion of the flames is beholden to your majesty for thy exquisite choice of words recounting my magnificence, Shri Shri Dvaraka Maharani. It's a shame I am not as competent as you in terms of analogies and vocabulary. Grant this servant with leniency, good lady.’ A mordant smile flashed from the other end of the mind bond as Satyabhama bowed in her sitting position, putting a hand on her chest in comic gratitude.
'You're welcome and pardoned, peasant.'
Rukmini smiled again, thoroughly relishing the repartee as the other Bharyas too joined in from different parts of the castle itself, each with more audacious, either too advanced or lame humoured responses to the other's teasing.
What would she do without these brats?
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dwarkadhishthought · 4 months
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The journey through Lord Krishna's birth story is a captivating narrative filled with divine interventions, prophecies, and the triumph of good over evil. 
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gurubhaithakkar · 5 months
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Gurubhai Kehte Hai Ke Hum Ko Ek Baar ,
Kinaaro Se Nikal Jaane Do ...
Phir Toh ...
Sailaab Ke Paani Ki Tarah *Fehlenge* ...
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Drama in Dwarka - Part I
Krishna: Tumko shaadi hi nahin karni thi toh tum usko bhaga ke laya kyun?
Pradyumna: Aap bhi toh Mummy ko bhaga ke laye the!
Krishna: Lekin mujhe toh shaadi karni thi na tumhari Mummy ke saath!
Rukmavati: Hey bhagwan! Ab mera kya hoga? Koi mujhse shaadi nahin karega...
Rukmini: Hey bhagwan! Can all of you please shut up so I can think?
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