Krishnatmika Rukmini - Completed(OS Updations)
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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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When her mother was called a traitor in front of the entire Kingdom by her own father who was deceived by her own people little HIRANMAYI was heartbroken, living in the Royal Palace of vidarbh became a very big challenge and the only person she would rely on was her elder sister Rukmini but things worsened after her mother committed suicide. She had no choice left but to run away, She was thinking all of this as she was running away from a pride of lions, finally days of exhaustion caught up with her as she felt to the ground with no way out there was only one name on her lips,"NARAYAN." __________________________________________ He was heart broken as he saw his lover get married to another person, she was not only his lover but his eternal consort as well, he was just standing there unable to do anything burning in the Agony of separation. Just as he was about breakdown his brother made him realise that his Sri, his CHANCHALA was nearby but his happiness was only temporary because he heard a very familiar voice scream,"NARAYAN." The entire plot belongs to me apart from Mahabharat which only belongs to mahrshi Ved Vyas all the pictures that I am using are from Pinterest, and the original character HIRANMAYI also belongs to me and copying it will not be appreciated
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