Her hope has been shattered and torn apart, beyond even the flickering embers. But she still lives, if only to keep the wan flames of hope alive in her fellow prisoners. ***** Narakasura has captured 16,100 women to be his queens when he finally takes over the three worlds. This is a short tale of one of them, of how her hope is reembodied in the form of a bright, pious light that destroys her captor and frees her and her fellow prisoners. [Warnings in the first chapter.]

"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

❛ . . . and she wonders if it's serenity that she demands, or savagery ? ❜ As the Kurus lament and the world cries out in pain cursing the destiny, the charming trickster with a flute knows that for him, the silver-tongued Dvaraka prince, love and war are to go hand in hand. Once named Padmajaa-- a name that bestows her with her non-pareil determination and stubbornness like a lotus bloom in a sludge, she is the root of the sapling of righteousness that the almighty wishes to plant in the pious Aryavarta plagued with the horrors of nefariousness. The woman who rose from the flames along with the famed twins, has creation and cataclysm at her willowy fingertips and charms in her honey eyes as she enchants the hero of the era, Krishna Vaasudeva. With a voyage fraught with catastrophes and her soul stuck between the realms of humanism and divinity, she walks with her head high for she knows she is the chaos. As fate itself comes into the form of a woman who they call a beguiling one, will the world ever see the dawn of rectitude in the dusk of Dvapara?

She, a murderess. He, the Preserver. If they are bound, can a murderer ever be loved? **** She is a nameless shadow who walks in the form of a great beauty, they say. A beauty so deadly that it kills. Bodies crop up, from time to time, and people go missing, never to be found. All because they uttered a blasphemy, or disparaged the Preserver. He is a protector, an Incarnate. An enigmatic mystery, who only seeks the protection and preservation of the joy of all his people. For his people, he fought many long battles, banishing demons from his lands, always seeking the greater welfare of all. When she is caught and brought to Dvaraka, their worlds collide. He is her judge and she his prisoner. Nevertheless, he demands an unorthodox punishment from her that is hardly one. Against a conspiracy that rachets up, can they work together and learn to love? Or is murder too grievous a sin? [complete.] [word count - 60K words.]

Featured by WATTPAD Asian Fantasy The nectar of righteousness is entrenched when Shri Lakshmi, who emerged from the ocean along with the amrita reunites with Narayan, who, as Mohini, bestowed the amrita upon the Devatas. 𝘿𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞 - the supreme manifestation of 𝘼𝙠𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝘽𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙉𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙠𝙞, 𝘼𝙙𝙞 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙩𝙞 𝙎𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞 𝙈𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙨𝙝𝙢𝙞 is born in the lineage of the venerated Kurus as the youngest of Kunti and the beloved of Kanha - the Lord of Dwarka. Harmonize with her conscience as she unearths the cauldrons of conceit, malfeasance, and knavery among her own family; battles for love; anamnesis her primordial identity; endures profanity; and shatters the hegemonic patriarchy that breaches the aspect of the divine feminine Shakti - the very essence of the universe. Endearment, hellions, retrouvallie, motherhood, sovereignty, curses and cordolium - Dhriti has to face it all. Rising above her flaws and foible, the quintessence of the Universe completes a full circle of her mortal incarnation. From Kuruvansha Kumari to the Samragyi of the Three Worlds - This is the tale of "Kanha's Priya." 【 This is a work of pure fiction. Through this, I do not mean to hurt anyone's religious sentiments and beliefs. The story is loosely based on Mahabharata, while majority of the plots and character potrayals are a part of my imagination. Enjoy! 】

To commence a saga with a classic, 'A long time back, there lived a Princess ' comes off as boring and to be truthful, redundant. But well, you see, when we are dishing about something that transpired to a Royal Goddess almost 5000 years ago, we don't really have an alternative. So, here goes nothing. -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ 𝘼 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙤, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙙𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙮, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨. 𝙋𝙖𝙙𝙢𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙞, 𝙤𝙛 𝙋𝙖𝙙𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙥𝙪𝙧, 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙃𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙩𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙎𝙝𝙧𝙞 𝙆𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙣𝙖 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙬𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙧 𝙔𝙪𝙜. ••●••

An ode to the eight principal wives of Krishna. Note: This work does not make use of GenAI tools in any shape or form on account of my strong belief that the use of such tools is a sacrilegious betrayal to human nature itself. Hence, if you are looking for such content, please feel free to not interact with my work. Thanks! :)

"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.