#satyabhama

[sambhavami]

Krishna: a character adored for over two thousand years, revered as one of the most significant political masterminds of the ancient world with his words forming the philosophical core of the country today. Concurrently, he is the god shrouded in inimitable domesticity- as a friend, a lover, and a child. No other deity in the Hindu pantheon has probably achieved as dear a position in the hearts of people as this flute-wielding cowherd of Gokula.

For generations, he has shined as the muse of countless poetfolk, of unfinished business, of unspoken desires and of repressed lovers' qualms. In Meera's longing for her marble beloved, and in Kothai's dulcet dreams of a celestial wedding, Krishna blossoms not as a warrior, but rather as a confidante of young women- the keeper of all secrets.

Curse, o ye, this wedding of devotion, 

For I was better off unmarried,

Writes the lovestruck Nawab Sadiq Hilm,

I was well enough at my mother's; 

Oh, why did I pine for him?!

Who am I, or what: go ask Rizwan, the gatekeeper

For heaven has been rejected by my forebearers!

He says, in a nostalgic ode to the cowmaids from old tales. To the ones that massage the dust off their feet on Krishna's fevered forehead to soothe his illness, even as the apparent disrespect dooms their afterlives.

Jayadeva notes a more rugged form of Krishna, one that is almost hungry for love. His Radha smiles down upon Radharaman Dutta's kalankini. Of course, she would accept even infamy if it was in relation to her Krishna. However, in time, this epithet has been reclaimed as a celebration of the meteoric, tempestuous love that this unseemly duo had carved out for themselves of the pages of a mostly unwilling history.

Tagore's Krishna is mysterious, eagerly anticipated but rarely seen. Rather, here Radha's pining is crushing and all-encompassing, inherited from Chandidas' virahini. Radha's guttural desire to transform Krishna into herself, subjecting him to the same suffering that she undergoes as a woman in love with a furious ideology more than a man, reverberates eerily against the lighthearted cross-dressing tale of Surdas'.

As often as bards favour the songs extolling the love of the cowherd and the wedded maiden, Krishna's wives are seldom accorded any thought outside of Vasudeva's family tree. Their silence speaks to the stringent rules of a typical patriarchal household. Some of them do speak, and hence Satyabhama becomes conceited and Kalindi wayward. However, the mere few lines that they are mercifully allotted in the text are enough to speak to their resilience. The lines inadvertently hold up a window to the million unspoken words and unexchanged glances. It speaks to the long years, happy and sad. It speaks to the nights of waiting for the beloved to return. It speaks to the quiet lunches in curtained rooms and taste tests in the kitchen.

Each of Krishna's eight wives has their own life, and their own equation with Krishna. Each of their distinct personalities, coupled with their unique introductions to the prince has the potential to bring a distinct flavour to the story of Krishna, the statesman. The understanding that Krishna's heart belonged first to Vrindavana and then to his ambition, must have weighed somewhat on their hearts and yet, the choice to patch up the battle-hardened cowherd, after every blow, sans complaint, and send him out into the world as the architect of history, must have demanded restraint.

The distinct turn of events that brings each of the chief eight queens to Krishna's is quite interesting. Rukmini, the first, demonstrates heart, even if it is born out of desperation. Seizing control of her life, she sends a message, relying solely on rumours of his compassion. Her gamble yields returns manifold as Krishna not only rescues her from an unwanted marriage, but instates her as his chief consort, elevating her, alongside himself, to a divine status. Far from the impulsiveness of her youth, Pandhari's Rakhumai, astute beside her beloved, proudly bears a conch-shell, calling for harmony and community. In life as well, Rukmini brings to Krishna much needed stability, and oversees the blossoming of the city of Dwarika as well as Krishna's growing household.

Jambavati and Satyabhama are given in marriage to the prince by their respective fathers and do not seem to have much of a voice at the time. Jambavati fulfills an ancient destiny, a forgotten promise, then going on to mother the child that ultimately brings about the demise of the Yadava clan. Satyabhama, though often maligned with unfair accusations, is self-reliant. Making no attempt to hide herself from the eye of society, takes her rightful place beside Krishna, not on a throne, but by his side in battlefields. Kalindi however, is an extremely interesting character in Krishna's story. Enmeshed between mortal and divine, she exists as neither. Chancing upon the prince, she unabashedly declares her intentions to be married, and yet she is uncharacteristically silent after her marriage. Lakshmana and Mitravinda, are both won in conquest. They might have been able to sympathize with Rukmini, given their kin had turned against them, on account of their choice of a life partner. Bhadra, on the other hand, has no fancy contests to boast of, or an adventurous rescue. She marries Krishna at the behest of her brother, the only highlight being the arduous journey she undertakes from Kekaya to Dwarika.

After their marriages, these women practically disappear from the narrative until their last moments. We can assume that they were all presumably content with a life outside the spotlight. One can only hope to be privy to their lives after marriage, to know their dreams, nightmares and daily chores. They enter Krishna's life at crucial junctions, and I choose to believe they each had a unique effect on Krishna's worldview, bringing with them a fresh outlook into the mostly stagnant golden city.

#krishna #radha #original writing #mahabharata #hindu mythology #rukmini #satyabhama #kalindi #desi tumblr #ehi murare #prologue #jambavati #mitravinda #lakshmana #bhadra #nagnajiti

[phantomrin]

Illustration for Gourav Mohanty :)

Satyabhama with her griffin ("Sons of Darkness").

#Sons of Darkness #Satyabhama #Gourav Mohanty #books #fantasy #griffin #saree #lady #commission #art #illustration #PhantomRin

[kaal-naagin]

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 🦚🦚💙💙

#desiblr #krishna #hinduism #desi culture #vedic culture #gopiblr #rukmini krishna bhakt #rukmini #satyabhama #dwarka #dwarkadhish #dwarakeshwari #sridevi #Bhudevi #sanatana #sanatana dharma

[harinishivaa]

Hari- the Eternal Source

śaṃkara uvāca | trayī sāṃkhyavedāṃtayogāḥ purāṇaṃ tathā pañcarātraṃ prabho dharmaśāstram | tavaivātimāhātmyamekasya nityaṃ prakārairanekairhi gāyaṃti bhaktyā || 3 ||

tvadeveśa śāstrāṇi caitāni bhūmno babhūvustvadekāśrayāṇyādikalpe | ramāsevyapādāmbujaṃ śāstrayoniṃ tamādyaṃ bhavantaṃ bhaje vāsudevam || 4 ||

Śaṅkara said:

3. O Lord! The Three Vedas, Sāṅkhya, Vedānta, Yoga, Purāṇa, Pāñcarātra as well as Dharmaśāstra—all these devoutly sing in various ways the supreme majestic glory of yours alone.

4. In the first Kalpa (Ādi-Kalpa), it is from you, the great one, alone that these Śāstras were born and they have you as their only resort, O Sovereign Lord. I betake myself to you and worship you, the Primordial One whose lotus-feet are served by Ramā, who are the source of the origin of Śāstras.

(Taken from Wisdom Library )

This is a small portion of Chapter 15 of Vaasudeva Mahatmya from Skanda Purana. The essence of these verses is to talk of how Vishnu is every little and every big thing in this Universe.

There is a constant struggle about whether the Puranas are right or not, through things I have read, that contradict with what I have learned as a child, which clash with some beliefs even- and it is actually very true that they have been interpolated heavily, over the years.

That is why, the first basis of reference and understanding comes from Itihaasa- that which has happened. There are two Itihaasas or epics in Sanatana Dharma, Valmiki Ramayana and Mahabharata. Of course, Harivamsa is included in this list, as it is a khila of the Mahabharata itself.

It sounds a bit crazy when I speak of how Itihaasas come first and yet I posted something from a Purana, does it not? Well, the reason for it is to remind people that Shastras originated from the ParaBrahman- be they Vedas, Upanishads, Itihaasas, Puranas and various other works. And every form of ParaBrahman are the origin of such, based on how one's own Ishta/Aaradhya.

Many months ago, I had asked if I should post something on Sanatana, and finally, I got the time to start. As always, I wondered where to start, and this specific tab was open. Hari, as always, gave me an indication.

I will be much more consistent with posting henceforth, so expect interpretations, rants, aesthetics, story snippets and so on to be shared.

@thelekhikawrites @celestesinsight @krsnaradhika @kaal-naagin @krishnapriyakiduniya @nirmohi-premika @chemicalmindedlotus @whippersnappersbookworm @sakhiiii @ambidextrousarcher @willkatfanfromasia @nspwriteups @dr-scribbler @rupkatha-banerjee @theramblergirl @hinsaa-paramo-dharma @moon-880 @thegleamingmoon Please let me know you thoughts, and do let me know if the rest of you want to be added to the list. 

#krishnabhakti #krishnablr #krishna #shivablr #shiva #shakti #gopiblr #rukmini #satyabhama #radharani #sitarama #ramablr #sanatanablr #mitravinda #kalindi #yamuna #lakshmanaa #bhadra #ramayana #writing sanatana #stories of sanatana #sanatana #sanatana dharma #mahabharata #pandavas #draupadi #nagnajiti #nappinnai #andal #godadevi

[krsnaradhika]

Golden, milky, soft radiance. Eyes like the universe, they call her the siren princess. The king found her in a majestic lotus. She's come from the azure oceans to rob a handsome cowherd from his sleep. Never has misfortune touched where her shadows fall. The dagger beneath the folds of her skin— oh, it's her wit. She has seen the self proclaimed emperor create pawns in her loved ones. The gliding movements as she slips through the fingers of one and all, she's time and timeless.

The earth-goddess. The curst gem’s heiress. The warrior princess turned queen. When Bhama walks her abode, the earth is an embrace. Her bosom. She fancies cradling her babies, abundant patience manifested. The soil up your arms and in your nails, these are her kisses. These fragrant flowers and leaves and misty grasses, this petrichor is her. Everytime you strut barefoot on shores, she sings to you in ghostly brontides.

The wayward princess of the greens. The beasts bow to her commands, they are her playmates. You hear the daughter of Jambavan laugh in the way the winds whisper and the leaves rustle in the jungle. Their cries are an invitation for her to join them still, but the personification of victory is long lost in the viridescent peacock feathers. She refuses to bid adieu to her beloved, like that stubborn tendril fondling her blue water lily visage. He charms all, she bewitches him.

Father's darling, father's mirror. Death's twin, justice is her kin. The ferocity of the solar god poured in a suave maiden of liberation. Yamuna rushes always, in the ears, even if never in sight. Dark, beautiful, beguiling Yamuna. You cannot deny her allure. She's too enticing, like a mother. Like a magician. She's stolen her complexion from sobbing rain clouds. The turbulent waves are only an inch of the fury she's capable of, but you only ever find her frolicking her own banks in childlike zest to the tunes of a flute that call for her.

#my take on first four of thr Ashtabharyas #will do for the rest of them too #i and my bestie were trying on eldritch divinity so you can imagine what all it took me to not make them cutu pookie bears #my big sisters y'all #krishnablr #krishna #ashtabharya #rukmini #satyabhama #jambavati #kalindi #yamuna #gopiblr #kanha

[stxrrynxghts]

Hogwarts houses ft. MB characters

Can't believe that I haven't done this YET. Srsly, I am disappointed in my self.

GRYFFINDOR

Bhima

Arjun

Balrama

Abhimanyu

Draupadi

Satyabhama

Amba

RAVENCLAW

Nakula

Sahadeva

Yudhishthira

Rukmini

Uttara

Pradyumna

HUFFLEPUFF

Subhadra

Vikarna

Satyaki

Jambavati

Bhishma

Gandhari

SLYTHERIN

Krishna

Kunti

Shakuni

Duryodhana

Drona

Karna

#mahabharat #mahabharata #abhimanyu #uttara #arjun #hindu mythology #subhadra #krishna #draupadi #rukmini #satyabhama #jambavati #karna #balaram #yudhishthira #bhima #nakula #sahadeva #kunti #drona #satyaki #pradyumna #feel free to add more!!!

[heyifinallyhaveablog]

Eventualities

Fandom: Mahabharat (TV 2013) | The Mahabharata

Source: Draupadi-Satyabhaama Samvaad Parva

Prompt by: @chaanv

Note: This is a conversation between Krishna and Satyabhaama, after they return from their visit to the Pandavas in exile. While enlightened by Draupadi's love and devotion towards her husbands, Satyabhaama is still rattled by the events that had led to the exile. The portrayal of the characters and the conversation herein is entirely the author's perception of human behaviour, based on the chapter linked above.

Taglist: @chaanv , @vidhurvrika , @melancholicmonody, @bleedinknight, @ambidextrousarcher, @demonkidpliz

Caveat: Posting from my mobile since my laptop has taken a trip to hell.

_________

Satyabhaama feels a tranquil turbulence within her once she leaves the abode of the Pandavas. Her conversation with Panchaali has been a very detailed one. And her return to Dwaravati, is unusually contemplative.

“Do not worry for them, Satya,” Krishna’s voice drifts into her thoughts, almost as if it were one of them.

“It isn’t the Pandavas that I’m worried about, or even thinking about, for that matter.” Satyabhaama replies, in a voice louder than intended. Krishna knows better than to speak to his currently preoccupied spouse.

***

“I really don’t understand, Jiji,” she confides in Rukmini, on one of the following days, “her endurance is superhuman.”

“She really has sufferred more than you and I, Sister,” her sister-wife says, in a manner of resignation.

"Her circumstances are vastly different,” Rukmini continues, “much like Queen Damayanti of yore.”

So different, Satyabhaama thinks to herself.

***

“Would you have wagered any one of us, Arya?” she eventually asks Krishna, out of nowhere, on one of their nighttime walks in the gardens of their palace.

The answer is quite what she expects, silence.

Satyabhaama, for her part, is in no hurry. There are times when her husband is human, and just as vulnerable as anyone else on God’s green earth.

Krishna’s silence isn’t diplomatic. He knows that his favourite wife means to test him, and hurt him in the process, even if He had been the saviour. As if it were on her to exact the answers for Draupadi -

-Questions that were still unanswered.-

“What answer would you wish for me to provide, My Queen?” Satyabhaama feels cornered, probably betrayed, in her own game, by her own hand.

Trust The Trickster to come up with a battle of wit!, she thinks.

“You seem to tergiversate, Husband,” she says sternly.

Another jibe, another barb. Even for all his silence, Krishna cannot stop his lips from curling into a smile.

“This is no contest, Satya,” he willingly gives in. After all, he knew the magnitude of hurt she had felt right after they’d walked out of The Pandavas’ hermitage. Her confabulation with Panchaali had been enlightening.

“I’m bound to ask, Arya,” she doesn’t hide her turmoil either, “Just why does she still have to endure” –

She comes to a grinding halt, before embarking on a much awaited monsoon of a tirade.

“My Love,” Krishna attempts to stem her flow, while attempting to assuage her turbulence, “it was sheer zemblanity,” –

__________

Draupadi’s call haunts him to this day.

Even He, doesn’t know how he had done it. He just remembers her crimson cloth tied around his finger, to prevent further flow of blood from being cut by The Sudarshan Chakra.

“Every thread shall be repaid, Krishne,”

“In vermillion, as bright as it adorns the parting of your hair.

In gold, as lustrous as it adorns your empyrean form.

In blue, as the peacock whose feathers I savour.

In fire, for Your Sire.”

__________

“I’d called out to Everyone, Satya. Each one of You, as she called out to Me.” Krishna’s voice is heavy, and earnest.

“It was too overpowering,” his calm attempts to conceal the minuscule of a tremor in his voice. Only His wives know that he trembles, in his corporeal form.

“Only when I could envision all of You,” he sighs, betraying nothing, “that I knew that I had succeeded.”

Satyabhaama remembers the fatigue, the exhaustion, that had made him age a decade after he had returned from the damned War that had prevented his presence in the accursed Sabha of The Kurus.

He hadn’t been the quite the same ever since. His outwardly gait was disarmingly deceptive, but, she knew, that The Slayer of Madhu had a strengthened resolve. His silences were louder than ever.

“I’ll set everything right, My Love.”

Satyabhaama knows that He would.

#mahabharat #desiblr #inksplotch #Surbs! SURBS THIS IS DONE #But then my laptop had to flicker and throw one hell of a tantrum today itself #Also since this is posted from my mobile #Please let me know if Tumblr has kept the format intact #krishnablr #Krishna #draupadi #satyabhama #mahabharata

[ilovekrishnarjun]

Satyabhama: this is my husband, Krishna, this is Krishna’s wife Arjuni, this is Arjuni's wife Draupadi, and i am Draupadi's wife Satyabhama

#Arjuni #Krishna #Satyabhama #Draupadi #on of the only love squares we deserve fr #love square #krishna x arjuni #Arjuni x Draupadi #arjuna #Krishna x Satyabhama

[arjuna-vallabha]

Krishna, Rukmini and Satyabhama by C Kondiah Raju

#Krishna #Rukmini #Satyabhama #vaishnavism #hindu art

[ramayantika]

Hi i had a book idea once for Satybhama. The wip has been abandoned since 2021 but here you go. I wrote this in 2021.

The Great War is over. My husband, Krishna, has left the earth. Dwarka has sunk, and my sons and grandsons have perished in the civil war. Some of my sister queens have jumped into the fire and the rest have busied themselves in meditation in various corners of this forest where I live. I can’t find them though.

Tall trees and thick bushes are the only things my eyes can see around. There is absolutely no human living beside me or in my vicinity. Here, the only edible items are fruits and tubers, which taste heavenly. Some years before, I would have grimaced at the mere thought of living on fruits in a forest due to my upbringing and royal status. It never fails to amaze me how time changes everything. A city once ruled by a tyrant is brought down and a city built by the finest of architects gets submerged under a sea getting lost to time and history forever. Time is indeed the ultimate killer. No one can escape it.

I am currently sitting under a Neelmohar tree. Maybe it is their growing season, for the tree is filled with purple flowers. Many of them are lying near my feet. I pick one and gently rub my thumb across one of its petals. The colour reminds me of my purple saree, which Krishna had gifted me, and the flower’s softness reminds me of the saree’s beautiful texture. The saree must be in the seabed now, drifting along the sea-waves. Bhadra loved that saree and would shower me with compliments whenever I wore it.

Dwarka — my second home, where I have spent almost all my life, now lies under the sea, hidden from sight. The once tall buildings where I once walked, the beautiful gardens where Krishna and I spent some lovely times, the archery room which Krishna had specifically built for me, everything now exists in my brain like an old dream. I do not remember how much time has passed since Krishna’s death and the submerging of Dwarka. All the time that I have spent in this forest has been devoted to contemplation about my life.

What is there to contemplate about my life? Do I contemplate about the riches I was brought up with? Do I think about the domestic tensions of my household? Do I wonder about the coming Kali Yuga?

There is so much to think about. What did I do in my life? What will happen once my soul leaves my body? Will someone mourn for me? Will I find Krishna smiling with his perfect rosy lips and pearly teeth in the afterlife? Is there even something beyond death? Wise men say that death is not the end, is it not? These are philosophical questions that Krishna would have answered had he been with me here. Now as I am talking to you, I wonder about my memories which appear in front of my eyes as if belonging to an old dream.

I see my childhood self, running on the corridors of my father’s home with my friends. The scene changes where I find myself aged a little older — I am probably fifteen there, I think. There is a bow in my hand and I am assessing the target ahead. Once again, the scene changes and I can see a marriage ceremony followed by the war and the end of Dwarka. But memories resurface again as if asking to look beyond the mundane. I can hear a voice inside me, whispering, ‘There is more to your story; you must go through it all.’

Now I see something else. There is my father’s house standing tall and proud, and a little girl is playing in the mud while looking at the flower bushes in wonder. I see my mother in a temple where I ask about the goddess Durga. My childhood memory flutters away and my teenaged form arrives. I am young, curious and hot-headed. I am travelling alone in Mathura where I see the exact condition of the people residing. It is pathetic. I see myself now as a wedded woman in the kitchen chatting happily with my sister queens about the day. Now I see my lord, my Krishna, putting flowers in my hair while we talk about the sea. He says, ‘Water when demure nourishes the land, bringing us delight and when water turns wild and frightening, it shall engulf all leaving not even remains behind.’

I realize everything. My life’s story does not start with archery, nor does it end with Dwarka. It starts with me being a curious child trying to understand nature and men, and my story is still incomplete.

“Who am I, mother?” I had raised this question once when I stared into a mirror for a long time, finding my reflection slightly different. I realize I never found the answer.

Who am I now? Who shall answer me?

My mother once told me that there are some questions whose answers lie within our hearts. One must introspect over it and they shall find the answer that has been hiding in their heart all along.

I can feel my heartbeat quicken its pace. My mind is busy with its chain of memories arranging themselves haphazardly. Each incident whispers its lessons to my ears and I feel overwhelmed. I want to share my thoughts with someone. Do you want to listen to me?

I will cease to exist after some time. Historians, poets, and scribes will write stories about me that will be read and heard by people across the world. Fame isn’t my concern nor my desire, for I have had a good share of it. The only thing that concerns me is will the Satyabhama in their scripts be me? How much of my life will they write about? What will they include and exclude? How much of my actions will be overdramatized if by any chance someone gains enough liberty to do so? My life story can even turn into a mythical story, and only I would know that I once existed in bones and muscles.

So before you read and hear about me, I want you to hear me speak about my life, Satyabhama’s life. Here, I promise you that I shall present my story with complete honesty. Satyabhama is my name, which means ‘beaming with truth.’ I promise to be true to myself and you.

Would you like to hear?

This is how it begins…

Taglist: @jessbeinme15 @swayamev @just-another-godless-god @merapehlapyaarwaapasaagaya @pokemon-master-elita @svapnakalpa-mareechi @ma-douce-souffrance @eugenephosgene @savlon-bhoi @arachneofthoughts @reallythoughtfulwizard

#krishnablr #satyabhama #Dwaraka #mahabharata #indian fics #stories

[h0bg0blin-meat]

Cyrene and Apollo give me Chitrangada and Arjun vibes but they also give me Satyabhama and Krishna vibes cuz of how Cyrene killed that lion while Apollo swoons over her.

#greek mythology #greek gods #cyrene x apollo #cyrene #apollo #apollo deity #hindu mythology #hinduism #hindu gods #the mahabharata #mahabharata #arjun #arjuna #chitrangada #greek myths #hindublr #desiblr #krishna #satyabhama #krishnablr

[sambhavami]

Compiled the Ehi Murare (Krishna-Ashtabharya) story along with several new scenes, and posted on AO3, if you wanna check that out. 😊😊😊😊

#ehi murare #krishna #rukmini #satyabhama #jambavati #original writing #mahabharata #ashtabharya #writing #shri krishna #desiblr #hindu mythology

[vedajananixx]

#satyabhama #desi tumblr #desi academia #desiblr #mahabharat #krishna #ashtabharya #bhudevi #desi #desi moodboard #indian aesthetic #indian dark academia #desi aesthetic #gaytree rants #but make it pretty #lakshmi #bhama being my fav lmao #indian culture #desi beauty #desi culture #indian beauty

[blackknight-100]

If you don't mind, can I ask you your top 5 favourite Mahabharata characters? Thank you!

Yes, you can!

Kunti: I love her. First given away, then an unwanted pregnancy, an impotent husband (bcoz children were everything then), then conspiracies... but she still comes out at the top. Sneaky, firm, decisive, not shying from using all her resources (including people around here) - I tell you, the Yadavas are dangerous.

Karna: Simply because how real he is. He is not a mindless villain. He is a good friend, a good husband, son and father. But he is not really good, is he? He longs for fame, hungers for competition and recognition, he rages, behaves abysmally, and then tries his best to rectify his follies (even he if he is not necessarily successful.) Also, he knows when to stop fighting and run.

Arjuna: Again for the same reasons as Karna. The only reason he comes at #3 is because he is slightly more perfect. I love how reluctant he is to kill his family, even if they have so wronged him.

Satyabhama/ Draupadi: They are the realistic representations of a wife in a patriarchal society, saving their husbands and raging about it to their friends, but having to behave themselves in front of him.

Ashwatthama/ Chitrangada: For the sole reason they kept away from siding with either of the two factions. Ashwatthama joined in the war, but Chitrangada was wise enough to stay away. Also, I hate how Ashwatthama's very justified rage got him a curse.

#mahabharata #mahabharat #karna #kunti #ashwatthama #chitrangada #draupadi #satyabhama #arjuna #five favourite characters #anon #anonymous #ask #answered #boo blabs

[harinishivaa]

Snippet- SatraajitiVilaasa

Slash. Slash. Turn and slash as that happens. Slash. Slash. Move back like lightning before striking with a single step forward. Slash. Slash.

Satyabhama made up the new routine as She continued Her sword practice, something She ensured to do everyday, owing to Her love for making new routines, which She later taught Her elder brother, who then spoke to Dvarakesha and Balarama Dau about implementing them in the Narayani Sena.

Something told Her the Sena was named so due to the Shakti of Narayana being ever present there.

A smile danced on Her face as She continued Her practice, as the movement of Her routine increased in complication, every movement She made known to Her by automatic memory, something She had worked on since She was very young, even before Krishna had arrived at Mathura, in His Bliss, beauty, Light and Love, which was but a scratch on the surface of Krishna.

She paused Her movements, and inhaled before letting out a heavy breath, conserving Herself during practice. She was planning to make movements like what would occur during war, something that was imminent, considering the number of Kings who had a problem with Krishna, despite His ever cheerful, friendly way.

Why, just the other day, Mitravinda had sent Her a letter about tensions starting to mount in Vidarbha, especially in regards to the Princess of the Kingdom, Vaidarbhi Rukmini, considered one of the most beautiful women ever. Mitra had even told Her that Rukmini and Satyabhama resembled each other in looks, which was something Satyabhama Herself could understand immediately, owing to the nature the two of Them shared.

The tension in Vidarbha was preceded by the endless attacks of Jarasandha on the Yadavas, having caused the shift of the Kingdom from Mathura to Dvaraka, the land of Bliss and Moksha.

Dvaravati. Mokshasthali.

A step on the sand of Dvaraka will bring forth Moksha to one and to all, smiled Satyabhama, as She positioned Herself to continue Her routines.

She had other duties to tend to once She finished helping Her Yadava Sena.

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[krsnaradhika]

imagine kamalnayani and kanha at the doctors for their baby dinosaur's check-up!!! headcannons please cuz it would be toooo cute <3 love your works btw

Sorry this took so long to answer. My brain wasn't braining. And thank you so much for the love <3

Modern au or something? Because that would give a hell lot of freedom with modern tech and so on. Tho I do support their polyandry and polygamy so that's that.

These are loosely based on what you asked for. Because the brain hasn't started braining tbh.

01. Kanha was the one who took Krishu to the doctor's because she was feeling sick since a week (yes, she's enjoying keeping him oblivious about it.)

02. Surprise surprise! Now the whole Pandava Yadava fam group on insta knows what's going on (they're getting live vlogging and updates by Kanha on his stories. My man is jumping since forever)

03. Aunt Draupadi is ecstatic. She's gonna be the rich aunt who brings imported chocolates (Krishu has started stuffing herself with them already. Abhi will prolly not be happy).

04. “How do I look today?”

“If poetry and prayer were a person.”

*blushes* “Thanks.”

Kanha : I am the rizz. The rizz is me.

05. Doctor : *raises an eyebrow* Baby dinosaur? How'd you come up with that nickname?

Krishu, glaring at Kanha : Do NOT-

06. Rukmini and Jambavati have no concept of the difference between Krishu and the baby. Krishu is the baby too. You cannot spell smothering without mother.

07. Satyabhama, holding a mic to her mouth : On this week's episode of Yapping with the Yadavas-

Sahadeva, continuing : We know a lot of stuff that would have been complicated had the amnesia-ish spell not been broken.

Raksh : *chokes on plain air*

08. Draupadi, looking distraught : Stop teasing Krishu and Govinda? How does one do that? What will become of me, then? Why am I here?

09. Doctor, nodding at the screen : Ah, I see. Quite an active baby.

Kanha : *adds another partner to his list of makhan churao abhiyaan*

10. Krishu, grinning evilly : I finished Kanha's stash of maakhan because I do not like my share of attention anywhere else.

Also Krishu : Will bawl my eyes out before he gets upset about it.

11. Kanha, re-enacting the lion king scene with the baby dino : THIS IS THE CIRCLE OF LIFEEEEEEE—

Sorry I'm just very unfunny :(

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