What if Panchali was born just one month before her marrige to Pandavas? What if their marrige took place due to the war of panchal? What if Panchali was there during Lakshagrah? What if Pandavas were not there during cheerharan? what if they don't have any idea about it? Life for Panchali was anything but normal, just one month and she went through all the pains but due to them all her sadness and grief vanished. Life for Pandavas was neither easy nor hard, their world was circled with wars, they don't know what is mercy but destiny gave them someone more precious than a rarely found gem and due to her their world has come back to its axis. Now let's peep into their story and find out all the questions answers👉

"Love is the beginning and the end. Conquer me through love, and I am yours." What happens when the creator of love himself experiences love? A collection of O.S and ficlets on Krishna and his wives.

"I left, I couldn't stay no more. They were all drunk. Some harsh words were passed on. Some insults were thrown. The next moment swords were unsheathed, the sharp metals sliced through kinsmen by kinsmen. The ground has been drenched with the Yadava blood." he uttered weakly, the lump in his throat forbidding him from further speech. She looked up at him, his eyes weary and distant. So that's how it was going to be, their bloodline was to be swept off in an intoxicated brawl. Her thin fingers found his cold ones, as she intertwined them, some of her warmth seeping into his being. "What about Dau?" "He went off, presumably into the woods, way before things got out of control." spoke the man of midnight skin, closing his eyes, "What about sister Revati?" "She was feeling out of sorts since the afternoon, so she retired for the day. She's been sleeping ever since." answered his queen, realization dawning upon her. The looked into each other's eyes in shock, the truth nowhere ready to settle. Krishna sat himself on the bedside table, his hands gripping the silken wood too hard. Rukmini sat down in front of him, pressing the edge of her saree on his forehead, wiping away the sheen of sweat that had collected. Warm tears cascaded down his cheeks, falling onto her drapes. Her free hand cupped his wet cheek, and he leaned into the touch. "It is time, Rukmini, it is time." On some fortunate days- #7 under Narayana #2 under Rukmini

Krishmini FF ❤️ - Please Note - • It's just a Fanfiction • It's not related to reality • I will write many stories of Krishna Rukmini in this (but all will be my imagination only) • Every story will have 1 or 2 parts only (short but many stories in one fanfiction) • Please don't take it seriously it's only for entertainment Thank you for reading this ❤️