Devasena | a Kanha Fanfic
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Devasena spent her life guarding a sacred flame tied to the man destiny chose for her.
Then fate led her to Krishna.
The man adored by kingdoms. The heart-stealer wrapped in divinity. The one person she could never truly have.
Bound together through a marriage forged by politics rather than love, Devasena and Krishna are forced into a relationship trembling with pride, jealousy, silence, and unbearable yearning.
Because loving Krishna was never meant to be easy.
Krishna : "My marriage to you was a boon given to you by Mahadev , himself . I have to keep that boon intact , there's not other reason."
And some love stories are destined to end beautifully tragic.
[Krishna x Reader/Original Character.]
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