Some love stories begin with a glance... but mine began with the divine. I was an ordinary girl. Born under the moon's watchful gaze, I found my soul's companion not in a person but in Krishna-the eternal, the infinite, the one who filled every crack in my existence with his love. In moments of silence, Krishna spoke in ways no one could understand. But what happens when his divine plan glitches? For years, he was my everything. The midnight whispers, the invisible hand that guided my art, the quiet storms he calmed in my heart. I lived in his world, painting my devotion stroke by stroke... until one day, someone stepped into mine. "Excuse me, do you know the artist of this painting?" Those words were the key to a door that I accidentally unlocked. He wasn't like Krishna..... He was a human with mperfections and yet... have a strange captivating shadow. His mysterious eyes gaze and a special charm left me speechless, he didn't just see my art; he saw me through it. He used to tease me with a crooked smile, saying... "I think I'm the first person on earth who's jealous of God Krishna." I always laughed it off. How could anyone be jealous of a god? Now the question arises... how do you love someone when your heart already belongs to the divine? How do you choose between the eternal and the fleeting.... between devotion and desire? How will this story unfold between the material and divine dimension.... Find out in I Am Jealous of God Krishna !! ------a tale of love, loss, and the divine journey. ✨️ Radhe Radhe ✨️

If this universe krishna can have differnent forms like ... so many thakurs in vrindavan then why not countless universes can have Krishna from another universe ?! A story which is beyond universe boundaries yet supported by universe....But why ? May be some things are beyond logic....They are just magic!! Same with this....A story which is beyond logic but full of magic of love!! --------- "Will you accept the krishna who is without any magic ?" He asked by looking at my face....I could see his eyes which was half teary and half full of spark.... I looked at him and smiled by walking fast towards him as if my legs were moving automatically... "Krishna.....You don't need any magic ....You are magic yourself!!" -------- [It's just pen's words nothing meant to hurt anyone's sentiments.... I have something more to say but for now.... I just want to say.....] Special thanks to Radharani ju ❤️✨ for this story!! And how can I forget the efforts made by King Radharaman ji 🙏

Musings about your Krishna, black guy with big eyes. No, I don't like him.

Destiny brings two souls together, tears apart two souls,too. But, living every moment being tugged by the bonds of blood in one hand & wrecking that poor soul on a simple hope to meet that one person is, perhaps, beyond the cruel tapestry of fate, it feeds on tears, blood, flesh, bones and memories all in one go to get smashed altogether in an inhumane mass. ~ AUTHOR Being the betterhalf of the supreme godhead, even Mata Sita had to bury herself within the very soil she had emerged from in Tretayuga. In Dwaparyuga, too, Shree Mahalakshmi had to put her lotus feet on the pathway of burning coal only to reunite with her lord, her Narayan. But, was this journey only about her burnt feet? Was it too endearing to just walk through? Was it merely related to her unwavering devotion, love & surrender to her lord? ¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿ "Why is this navigation meant only for women!!? Why must all the sufferings be bestowed to women??" The angelic voice choked, thick with emotions and self turmoils coiling up within the beautiful soul, as she traced her delicate fingers across another scroll tore apart by her eldest brother, bleeding her very soul from within; her tears freely falling onto the scroll, soaking the picture of the unforseen man with peacock feathers tugged on his head & a simple flute on his hand she had merely heard about..... xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "I'll never let you go through the same path again !" He mumbled, moving his cold, dark fingers in the air as if trying to gently stroke her face as he stared at the moon, "We'll meet again, and sail this ocean of trust, love & bliss with each other...we'll definitely meet....."

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He is the lord of the universe, the divine protector, the epitome of love and compassion. A shining star to his devotees, and a raging inferno for the wrongdoers. His mercy knows no bounds; his beautiful lotus eyes, as deep as the ocean, brim with endless love for his creation. No matter the sins one has committed, just chanting his name purifies the soul. As Rama, he exemplified the essence of dharma. As Krishna, he revealed his divine nature, enlightening the world through the Bhagavad Gita on how to live righteously. His calm form is a reflection of the serene, clear skies-beautiful and enchanting. Yet, there exists a fierce side to him. When unleashed, evil vanishes from the universe in mere moments. Who is this enchanting being I am speaking of? You must have guessed by now-Shrihari, Vishnu, Narayana, Madhava. His names are countless, his deeds a melody to the ears and a feast for the eyes. How can one forget that divine smile that never fades, no matter the situation? Join me on this wonderous journey as we explore stories that connect us with the ocean of love, the lord of eternal love, Mahavishnu.

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?

♡"True love is not about possession, it's about selflessness and sacrifice."♡ This is the story of Shree Krishna and his eight extraordinary wives...! ______________________________________ In the timeless corridors of destiny, Krishna, an injured wing commander, finds herself transported to the Dwapar Yuga through a mysterious time tunnel. After enduring great trials, she finally meets her Kanha. A year has passed since, and she has served as his personal assistant, only to resign and return as his steadfast security guard. Yet, one regret haunts her soul-missing the grand tapestry of his marriages. A yearning burns within her to witness those sacred unions. Will Prabhu grant her this wish once more? Will she traverse the realms of time again? Unbeknownst to her, the lord has woven a special fate for her. How can he let her revel in solitude? She must confront someone or something awaiting her... But what do I know? Nothing... and I won't reveal anything here... Haha! :D ______________________________________ [A/N:- English is not my first language not even second 🙃, so there might be a few mistakes here and there. Please feel free to correct me wherever you see an error. Your support and understanding mean a lot!] ••• Genre:- Action/ Historical fiction/ Fantasy Word count - ___ Starting Date - 17/11/2024 Ending Date - ___ ••• Radhe Krishna ❣️🙏

Krishna must leave for Mathura, for now he has a life bigger than all the destinies of Braj combined. He must leave Gokul and journey forward, leaving behind his beloved Radha. They believe they are not going to meet ever again. For one last time, thus, they fall in a lover's embrace. And then, it's a goodbye. But is destiny really so cruel? ✨ Rewind the Classics 2023 Second Place Winner ✨

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.]