Ever heard of time travel I did that, But unfortunately I was burnt to death as soon as they got ahold of me Then I went to heaven but I got a free trip of hell too. Everygod became my uncles, aunts, brothers, sisters and parents too. Ever heard of reincarnation I did that. I was given that chance, I was again born as the child of kamsa as a gift of God's, I built a whole kingdom for myself, It is known as invisible island that is the name the people kept but the real name of my kingdom is Waskyla, As it is only seen for some people and all kinds of tribes and rare animals live there, Of course me as their queen. I protect everyone I am the sister of shree krishna and the mighty balrama, I married someone but I am not telling u whom it is We both could see and predict future I have to survive in many things And I have a kingdom to take care of. Accompany me on this journey and be with me on all my difficult times. Ever heard of duryodhan being a good brother well he is the best brother to me. (On hold till 2025 june)

"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