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Princess Of Vidharbha(Winner Mythomagical Awards Contest 2)
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Ongoing, First published Apr 08, 2021
Rukmini the princess of Vidharbha heard about a man who played flute that mesmerized the world and she felt mesmirized by him. As days went by she heard about the great deeds of the man on how he saved the people of Vrindavan from the wrath of Indra by lifting the Govardhan. How he saved people from the poisonous serpent Kaliya and many other heroic deeds. Slowly she started falling for the man who had the peacock feather in his crown and whose name was Krishna. She didnt knew her love will become the medium for him to slay the evil king Shishupala.
Princess of Vidharbha takes you through the journey of Rukmini who loved Krishna without seeing him 
Its the story of a woman who loved a man not by seeing him but by hearing about his deeds. Story of a woman who broke the conventions by boldly proclaiming her love to Krishna in a letter and the story of the unflinching faith of a lady that the man will accept her and save her from the clutches of evil Shishupala.
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