Once upon a time there was a beautiful woman lived in a beautiful village. she was known for her beauty , innocence and devotion . They called her radha. She was the wife of a wealthy marchant ayan. But the path of life is not easy as it is seemed. So one day it completely changed when she met him, a man with extra ordinary charming personality. he was a prince with mysterious past, charming looks and seductive personality, rumoured to be an incarnation of something mysterious. other hand radha was extremely beautiful but unfortunately married to a person who never being able to gave her anything. What will happened when they started to know each other slowly ? as older say forbidden fruit attracted most . Will she being able to find some unfolded truth which was already related to her. What will happened when she know the reason behind her misery & deprivation ? A passionate love story with twists, turns, love, jealousy , betrayal , sacrifice, magic, mystery & dark secrets. Warning : mature content.

Follow the exciting story of subhadra with me . Subhadra the princess of Dwarka get married to Arjun the third pandava. The marriage happened without their consent. The book focused on their bond after marriage with exciting twists and turn . Started from 27th of February 2021. ©️Copyrighted All rights reserved to author. Thanks for visiting my book. Your author, Mani

On a rainy morning, after a sleepless night, Subhadra decides to pen her thoughts.

What could it have been like for Subhadra when she discovered the love of her life, Arjuna himself, was living incognito under her care for four months and revealed himself before her with a bang? How would she have felt? What reaction would she have given? Romance really isn't given a huge priority in the epic and the same applied to the profound workings of Subhadra's heart and mind. So I wanted to take on it in my own way and write the episode through her eyes.

The Beauty and the Beast. Not that one can tell which one of them is which. The half-lion form surely surprises Chenchita but the unsaid attachment she has to him troubles her. The far she wishes to go, the closer she seems to getting. "He is Sriman Narayana." They all say. How is a forest girl supposed to react to the understanding that somehow she has an attachment to someone who isn't even a man? He may be a beloved deity. Is it even normal for a human to want a deity? Would the tribe accept this?

Rukmini is Vidarbha's princess and most beloved child of her father King Bhishmaka and mother Mahadevi. From the time she saw Krishna of Dwarka, she started loving him. Dedicating her life only to him, she wished to marry him. But what will she do when her brother fixes her wedding with Shishupal who is prince of Chedi? Will she be able to tell Krishna about her love?

"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

Fictional retellings from Hindu Mythology

short and cute moments of radha and krishna. Hope you'll enjoy! ~~~~~~~ Radha with a frown" stop it krishna." krishna with a naughty smirk "Why should I?"

The froth laden milky waves that gurgled and sputtered around the Eternal Land Of Shwetadweepa, magnificence lay cascaded and the stars blazed with their breaths held. The ocean churned. And the milk rose in a mighty wave. The ocean churned. And the poison rose in a mighty wave. The ocean churned. And the eternal Paarijatha bloomed. The ocean churned. And from it's bosom, rose the Queen. The Queen mother of the Universe.