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Krishnatmika Rukmini
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Ongoing, First published Oct 03, 2020
She sat there on the floor, tears flowing from her beautiful Lotus shaped eyes, hands trembling, desperate to word her thoughts. she kept the paper on the queen sized bed. She took the peacock feather and gently dipped it in the ink and slowly raised it with the ink dripping  from the end and started writing.


Everyone's familiar with divine vrindavan leela of Krishna and devotional love of radha. World, to commemorate their eternal love, takes the name of radha before krishna. 
But a very few understands the essence of Rukmini's love towards Krishna. Rukmini is the primary wife of Sri Krishna and chief Queen of Dwaraka. She was the beloved, most favourite wife of Krishna, and hence called Krishnatmika, the one residing in the heart of Krishna.

In this book, I have tried my best to describe their divine love story. Hope you will enjoy reading this as much as I have enjoyed writing this.

(Even though the story is not entirely fictional and is taken from the Mahabharata, it contains fictional scenes purely from my imagination. So I just want to say that it is not my intention to hurt anybody's feelings or religious sentiments)


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