Historias de Vasudeva

The name we all knew, the tales we all heard,the feeling only few of us felt. This is her story, The one who was cherished by everyone. Apple of her brother's eyes. She, who claimed to be the favourite of Arjuna, Subhadra, The daughter of Vasudeva Although she was barely mentioned in the epic, But powerful enought to inspire men to fight for her. some for love, some for power, some for both. she was well known for her stunning beauty and feisty demeanor. The story narrates her early years back in Dwaraka and her relationship with her loved ones. The story is purely fictional and has no intention to hurt anyone's feelings.

KRISHNASAHODARI The heart of Krishna. The wife of Dharma. They say Krishna loved the world. But before Dwarka, before wars, before destiny carved divinity into his name... He loved *her* first. His twin. His womb-sharer. His Hriday. Princess Ksheera. Moon-pale where Krishna was dark as monsoon clouds. Soft laughter wrapped around terrifying strength. A girl who could feed wounded tigers with her bare hands, dance through palace halls with flowers in her hair, and still cradle Krishna's head in her lap when the weight of godhood became too heavy for his human heart. Dwarka worshipped Krishna. But Dwarka loved Ksheera. And perhaps that is why fate became jealous. Because far away in Hastinapur lived a man who belonged more to duty than himself. Yudhishthira. Dharmaraj. The righteous prince. The future king. The man everyone leaned upon while no one noticed he was collapsing silently beneath expectations. A prince so devoted to Dharma that he feared his own anger, his own desires, even his own loneliness. Then Ksheera walks into his life carrying sunlight in her smile and questions in her eyes. And suddenly Dharma itself begins trembling. Because she does not fear him. She laughs at his silences. Challenges his definition of righteousness. Steals food from his plate. Calls him *Sthir* with such softness that the mighty Dharmaraj forgets how to breathe. For the first time in his life, someone sees not the king. Not the crown. Not the burden. Just the man. And Yudhishthira falls first. Falls harder. Falls so deeply that even fire cannot burn it away. But this is Mahabharata. Love here is never simple. A marriage born in haste. A palace built to become a funeral pyre. A kingdom hungry for blood. A prince carrying the weight of Dharma. And a woman who chooses to stand beside him through exile, grief, war, and destiny itself. This is the story of the woman who made the calmest man in Aryavart blush like a boy.

Goddess Mahalakshmi was incarnated as Rukmini, the princess of the kingdom of Vidarbha. She was the mot beautiful women of entire Bharatvarsh. She lost her heart to the King of Dwarka- Vasudev Krishna, but was everything like a fairy tale? No. She decided to write her own destiny. She wrote a letter to Dwarkadheesh to marry her. This is her story, through the eyes of the beautiful, brave and righteous Rukmini She was Ruciranana. She was Chiryauvana - One Who Is Forever Young. She was Pradyumna Janani. She was Rukmini.

This is my first book. Hope you enjoy it. The cover is a picture taken from google. This book describes a few incidents of Lord Krishna's childhood. It can be used to give a background of his life to the children. Like some of the demon and demoness, how he defeated them, how he showed people the light of life, etc. The light of life is happiness and one would achieve that happiness by being devoted to god. Some people may not believe in god but, I, personally, think that our mind is our god. We learn to protect and help ourselves, our mind/god protect and help us.

This is the second part of my story "KRISHNA'S RUCHI" This includes the life of Subhadra in Khandavaprastha and her interactions with the Pandavas. Hope you all gonna support me like you guys always used to.. Jai Maa Subhadra

Hi guys, this story revolves around the Princess of Dwaraka, Devi Subhadra. I'm pointing it sternly that this is a pure fan fiction and have nothing to do with real Mahabharat epic. it's just my imagination on Subhadra. it's my plot of story. So please don't expect the story to move in your own way. She loved him immensely... He too loved her but.... Let's see what fate have for them I hope I will get all your supports.

Story Of krishna Vaasudeva.

Stories about Time in Mahābhārata and two different characters named Yaśodā. Chapter One: There are several versions of the myth that the cosmos is seen inside baby Kṛṣṇa's mouth. One version is that Mārkaṇḍeya, adrift in the deluge, was breathed into the baby's belly and saw the cosmos as if it hadn't been swept away. Another version is that when Kṛṣṇa yawned, Yaśodā saw the cosmos. A third version is that when Yaśodā heard that Kṛṣṇa had eaten dirt, she made him open his mouth, and saw the cosmos. This story is based on the fourth version, that Yaśodā suspected that Kṛṣṇa had eaten one of the modakas that was her naivedya for Gaṇapati, and she made him open his mouth. Yaśodā had made twenty-one modakas as an offering to Gaṇapati. Now she counted only twenty, and there was Kṛṣṇa, sitting in front of the mūrti with his mouth pressed firmly shut. Who else but this Dāmodara, who gets into trouble unless she ties him up, would have consumed the modaka before it could be offered as intended? Our efforts come to nothing if Time, the cosmic form in Kṛṣṇa's mouth, arrives early to consume them. Chapter Two: Mahābhārata states that Kapila Vāsudeva was born to Narācī in Kṛṣṇa's time, while Rāmāyaṇa narrates how Rāma's distant ancestor Sagara's sons discovered sanātana Kapila Vāsudeva underground. To resolve this plothole, I wrote a crossover story about time travel, including the characters of Dhundhumāra and Yaśodā, who is the daughter of Ancestors. The title is Saṃskṛta, adapted from Bhagavad-Gītā, and means "I am Time, who destroys efforts, at maturity." The image of Kṛṣṇa revealing the universe in his mouth is by metacrisis of India Forums, used with permission. Cover Credit: @PriyaArshiSarun

This is the story of Devi Subhadra, the most Pampered princess of the aryavart. Favoured by Krishna and balarama Parthejaya Abhimanyu's mother. Second Part- Balaram's Poorna

"𝐖𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤." She was the daughter of Maharaj and Maharani of Hastinapura. She had five brothers 100 cousins and one chirpy young cousin sister. What could go wrong? ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈ " 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕚𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖." Satyanshi, the daughter of Kunti and Pandu. Surrounded by luxuries and a lovely family, what else would she need? ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈ But, when she meets the Dark Lord of Dwarika, passion is bound to ensue. With the society against it, whom will Satyanshi choose? Her honor or love? ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈ When her marriage is fixed with Jayadratha, what will she choose? Love or Honor? A story of self realization, love, betrayal and unending sacrifices. Read '𝐊𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐧𝐚 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐬𝐢: 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞' to find out, the life of Kunti Sutaa Satyanshi Her journey from Pandu Aatmajaa to Krishna Bharya! Book 1 of Keshava Prananaayini Series.

A series of unrelated writing, prose and verse.

To the world, Arjun, the mighty Gandivdhari, was the greatest warrior of his time. But to the people of Dwarika, he was an outsider- one who had taken away their beloved princess and held a place in Krishna's heart that few could rival. This work explores the evolving relationship between Arjun, and the people of Dwarika, from skepticism to acceptance.

There is a saying, Life is beautiful if we live with the person who love us than with whom we love. The person is Lucky then. So how about a person who gets both? Can he be called as the luckiest? This is what the state of our hero. Shrinivasa Nayaka, the Prince of Kapilatheertha. A happy going young lad of Nayaka family. His dreams and peace gets distributed when his own past nears him. He gets stuck with his own thoughts of either to accept the past or to move with present. Satyabhama, love of Shrinivasa. She knows nothing but loving him to every extent. Rukmini, Princess of Ratnagarbha kingdom. Despite of being legally wedded wife of Shrinivasa, she never got a chance to share a moment with him. One misconception , two princely states and three humble lives. Everything depends on decision and adjustment. So That's all with my new work to entertain you. Join me in this journey to see the Life of Shrinivasa , Rukmini and Satyabhama. Hope you all like it. Shower your love as votes and share your views as comments without fail, because as always you are most important for me than anyone else. Note : This is the pure work of fiction. The places are all related to fiction. Though the names and character reference may match with epic Mahabharata the story has nothing to do with it and plot has no relation with it. This is purely elaborated with my imagination and not meant to hurt anyone's feelings or beliefs. Enjoy the reading. Yours Vatsu❤️❤️❤️

Born in the illustrious clan of Yadu, Rajkumari Pritha Shauraseni was never fortunate to live a life other Princesses would get effortlessly. Her childhood ceased the very moment she had to be separated from her birth parents, only to honour her father's promise. Childish curiosity left her bathed in tears of anguish at a very young age. Even the joy of living with husband did not sustain long. But she fought back. For her sons. For her late husband's honour. For Dharma. Determination made her rewrite not just her own fate, but that of Bharatavarsha as well. The ill-fated Princess, the widowed Queen, the helpless mother Pritha finally succeeds to become the wisest queen mother of her country - the mother of Aaryavarta's most righteous Emperor. But at what cost? Cover credit: @Dharmaatmika

what happens when the flute bearer belonging to the upper echelon, on one side of the royal court finds the eyes on the other side of the court, adorned by the blackness of kohl and fixated on matching her feet with the practiced tatkaar, each step falling on the royal court making her ghungrus ring a melody pairing with the music?..... The afternoon sun is seeping the royal palace in it's golden hue, the wind whispering throughout the halls - each tile placed with precision that makes even the floor tell a story to the eyes which look for it....in all this grandeur the cool breeze finds itself mingling with the sounds of tatkaar from the ankles wrapped with ghunghrus , the metallic brass bells strung together, rows of the musical anklets adorning the ankles of the dancers of the royal court. It was a privilege to be a royal court dancer, they say, the privilege to showcase your art in front of men and women of all echelons serving the country. "showcase of art" , "form of entertainment" but the golden brown eyes, bronzed hue as if sun itself has forever become his shadow with moon lit his smile, krishna...one of the ministers of the upper echelon, king's favourite, the charmer, the smooth talker, the flute player...many names for one man but his eyes, restless like the ocean coming back for the shore just to graze it once more...search for the girl with ghungrus, kohl smeared concentrated gaze...