•|| The Creator of Love ||• ✔

𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽 𝙸𝙽 𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴

CHARACTERS

Krishna

Rukmini

Dwarka

It was something.

It was something when the sweet smelling zephyrs mingled with the moist wetness of the ocean appeared more alive than usual. Alive that its whispering resembled a melody of calm breaths exhaled now and then. It was something when the florals appeared more hued than usual, the grass viridescent than ever and croons of the nightingales were soothing like never before.

It was definitely something when everything was silent, yet felt alive as it could be. Dwarka was effused in an otherworldly charm, it was always but that island Kingdom always appeared to sway itself with respect to Dwarkadheesh's tenor. And his tenor this time was something else.

It was definitely something. Definitely something when Krishna chose to halt midway in his regular playful banters with his elder brother and trailed his soft and dreamy gaze along the corridor where the faint outline of a figurine swayed her arm in front of the holy lamp. 

It was definitely something when he just chose to rest his jaw on his palm and stare at her unfazed. With his petal lips that chose impulsively to shift towards the corner, all he could do was to keep the swing at its pace by pushing the ground with his lotus feet. 

A long blink of his lashes was accompanied with slow works on flower garlands, him at times losing track of what he was doing when his eyes trail to Rukmini's each and every feature. The way she pushed a strand of hair which irritated her to make her brows cross. He studied with an intense gaze how she smothered her creased garments, her lips curving into a smile and then fading away in continuity as she continued to narrate him her days in Vidarbh, while her fingers worked with stringing flowers in the string. 

Hue had crept to her jaws recognizing Krishna was dreamily staring at her, or rather gawking, making her collect few petals and toss them over his chest and erupt into a laughter. Her husband was not the one to pause, he in turn lifted the entire basket and drenched her immediately with all the flowers that were inside. Even before she could realize what had occurred, Krishna was already hysterics witnessing petals strewn on her clothes and stuck in those dark tresses of hers. 

And that something was concreted by everyone when he paused while savoring his delicious sweet butter, shifted his glance at her with a nervous smile and blinked raising his brows innocently. His gaze flickered repeatedly from her to his palm inly because the God fell into a dilemma whether he should wipe off the smeared butter out of his fingers with a cloth or rather let his tongue taste them away in his regular 'not so sophisticated' manner. 

"Krishna getting delirious in my love?" Rukmini's enchanting whisper was laden with mischief, when she wrapped her delicate fingers around his palm. Her lips curving sideways benignantly in a playful smile, she drew her husbands own fingers towards his mouth, indicating him to savor the smeared delicacy in his own way, "Delirious would be an understatement." 

But was that only Krishna was delirious? What about those times when Rukmini mumbled to herself back in Vidarbh, imagining none other than Murari across her? What about when her hues would deplete while painting his iridescent feather, Pundarikaaksh's dark crimson eyes resembling elongated lotus petals?

 What about those dreams occupied by her Maadhav, which would make her giggle unconsciously in slumber? The unsaid and sudden blushes? And about her sudden facepalming to hide it, wondering what would Krishna rather think about her?

What about times when she was only satisfied to breathe the air which Krishna breathed himself? It would be a lie if it was claimed she had penned down only a single letter for him, who would expose those heaps of parchments inked with words of love? 

Her days wouldn't pass if her Queenly self would once shove aside her sophisticated duties  and allow to astonish her husband by dashing briskly like a flash of lightning and wrap her arms around him without prior warnings.

And her little demanding heart for love would only satisfy when Krishna would at once ascend her up effortlessly by her arms and twirled her around. Or unless she was over by claiming to him everyday how she loved him by attaching her Sindur smeared forehead with his, or unless she would flick and brush his nose with hers by closing her eyes. 

And that would be returned with a generous amount of love bestowed by Krishna, his lips would find its way to rest on her forehead, eyelids and jaws allowing enough flush and warmth to creep on her golden complexioned cheeks. She felt herself being swept off her feet with even his mere presence, her young heart would which appeared to explode with his mere glance would halt itself with great arduousness when mischief would be her husband's stance. 

She could feel her heart skip multiple breaths with Krishna's warm breath over her forehead while he would whisper in his addictive, deep and creamy voice, "You look breathtaking, Rukmini." And swiftly brush his lips over her earlobe and peck them softly upon her palm, leaving her dazed and dreamy right on spot. 

How was that every single thing he did had her marveling him every now and then? They say love is indeed delirious, to what extent are they experiencing...

Her breath appeared to halt completely that night when her flowing long uttariya was be stuck randomly, only to discover it was the mischievous task of her husband to wrap it around his fingers. All that could be heard was their thudding hearts and tender breaths in the silence, Rukmini could once confirm that Krishna wouldn't rest in peace if he hadn't got her jaws all drowned in fuschia.

Swearing that all that she could do is to lose consciousness if she turned behind, to catch glimpse of what had store in those deep oceanic irises of her Maadhav. "Alright, if you don't. Then let me." His fingers crawled up to remove those curly tresses that had fallen upon her forehead due to the whiffs of wind. 

Before she could even savor his blissful form with her furrowed brows and dreamy eyes, her nostrils where pervaded with his intoxicating scent of saffron, his compelling charm as his dark eyes effused with thousands of emotions continued to be epoxied upon his love. Her waist felt his warm calloused palm and within moments she felt the ground slipping from underneath her lotus feet. Those shone in the dim light as she felt her head resting on his Peetambar draped around his shoulder.

What followed was a shy Rukmini intertwining her fingers with Krishna's dark curly tresses sprawled across his shoulder and twisted them, lying cocooned in his warm and comfortable arms, humming in intervals as he began narrating her another amusing tale she had demanded to hear from him. 

Tender breeze and the calm and cool Moonlight was doing its task, Rukmini felt herself dozy, kneading her cheek upon Krishna's chest. And after that all she could remember was his lips brushing on her forehead as she sighed in peace..

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A/N

Krishna be like-- Dil pe chale na koi zor re...ha dil pe chale na koi zor re, kheecha chala jaye teri or re 💘💘💘.

Btw Rukmini is such a sweetheart 😍💘.

*coughs* Krishnpriyataa_123 and KrishnaManoharaa  you guys Alive? 😉

Signing off for today!

~Kiritija Nushkie