🥇in lakshmi🥇in laxminarayan..
In Vaikuntha she is Narayan's Sri; on Prithvilok, she is Krishna's Devashree
Call them Krishna and Devashree or Narayan and Lakshmi; both are as eternal as time. Experience their joy and pain by accompanying them in t...
Today marks one year of Krishnapriya Devashree and I'm incredibly excited to be sharing its 100th part with you all.
It's hard to believe I've made it this far, and I couldn't have done it without the love and support you've shown for this story. Thank you, truly, for everything because you accepted the story, made it yours and somewhere along the way it stopped being just mine.
This story was my very first attempt at writing, and I honestly had no idea how to properly progress a love story. Looking back now, I can't help but cringe at how quickly their love developed. But I promise, I'll work on editing and improving the earlier parts of the story. I humbly ask for your patience as I do this.
Once again, thank you from the bottom of my heart!❤️❤️❤️
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"Simple. You now have to take your dust-coated feet to Dwarkadhish and touch his forehead with same."
The women froze.
There was pure shock, disgust, and disbelief itched on the faces. They looked at their dirt-covered feet, then at each other, and finally at Narad Muni, as though he had lost his mind.
"Touch his forehead with... this?" one of them asked, her voice rising in pitch as she pointed to her own soiled feet. "I will go to hell if I do this! How could you even suggest such a thing, Rishivar? Dwarkadhish is our Lord! To smear dirt on his sacred forehead—it's unthinkable!"
"Why not? Did you not just proclaim that you would give up everything for him? Cross mountains, swim rivers, lay down your lives? Surely this is a much simpler task, is it not?"
"B-but... that is different! This is—this is degrading!"
"It's... it's blasphemy! I cannot! I would rather die than commit such an act!"
Narad Muni threw his head back and laughed heartily. This was perhaps the most entertaining thing he had encountered in centuries.
"Ah, such delicate sensibilities you have, ladies," he said between chuckles, wiping an imaginary tear from the corner of his eye. "Dirt and dust, Devi. That's all it is—just a bit of dirt." He grinned mischievously, clearly enjoying the growing discomfort among his audience.
