Shri Krishna is the protector of all of his devotees, and destroyer of those who hurt his people.
Krishn killed Narakasur, who had 16100 princesses kept as slaves. But what if there was another girl who was more traumatized at her young age?
Curse...
“Shri? Tum uthi ho?” I heard a female voice and opened my eyes wide.
Sitting up, I looked at the lady who looked glorious.
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Haye Kanha, yaha ki nariya kitni sundar hai! Lekin yeh Rukmini jiji hai ya Revati Bhabhi?
“Ha?” I spoke, looking at her who just stared at me.
“Dekho toh kitni sundar ho tum! Na jane devar ji ka kya haal hoga tumhe dekhke. Bechare murchit ho jayenge,” she chuckled softly, and I blushed, looking down at my lap.
“Aap?” I asked, still not looking up at her.
“Acha, ab aise sharmaogi ha? Main tumhari bhabhishri Revati,” she said, sitting next to me.
“Bhabhishri aap?!” I jerked up and fell down at her feet.
“Aree! Utho utho!” She stood up and pulled me in a hug.
“Ab Yeh kisne bola ki aise pair padte hai? Ha? Mein tumhari bhabhi hu, saas thodi ki pairo mein girogi,” she smiled, pulling away.
“Kshma bhabhi. Apne mujhe kyu nahi bulaya? Suyam ko kyu kasht diya?” I asked, puffing my cheeks in anger.
“Oh ho dekho toh isko. Bhabhi ki chinta hai. Apne Arya ki bharyo se nahi milogi? Mata Aur baba se bhi parichay karvana hai tumhara,” She pulled my cheeks and took me from the room by my hand.
“Aur....” I dozed off, not sure whether what to call Kanha by here.
Yaar pehli aur sabse badi aur chinta ki baat, main Kanha ki bharya hu toh aakhir main usse kis naam se bulau?
