Rukmini Stories

Nārāyana. The Lord of Sustenance. To sustain his universe, he has always done everything one could ever imagine. From incarnating as a complete wild boar, to living away from the love of his life to vanquish evil, Lakshmīkānta has always done everything to establish Dharma every time Adharma threatens to overpower it. Ananta. He's endless. He will remain one of the few constants even as the universe comes to an end. Hari's kathā is just as everlasting as him, evergreen in both emotion and meaning. As perpetual as him are his stories, never coming to an end, never ceasing to enrapture those who attempt to understand these tales brimming with a charm nothing else has. This is an attempt to encapsulate some moments from the stories of Vāsudeva in shorts that may succeed in giving the tiniest glimpse of Vaikunthanātha. This is my attempt at writing about Rāmachandra, whom I love and revere beyond what my words can explain. This is my humble attempt at bringing to life some of the moments from the evergreen stories of Mahāvishnu. ××× [The chapters showcase these undoubtedly divine characters with a touch of humanization, and while I will try my level best not to get too carried away with it, moving too far away from the original plot, some people might not be willing to see their deities humanized. In that case, I'll request you to skip this book. Thank you!] Cover credit: @Mochis4lifeq52627 <333

{ Book 3 of the Kaarshni series } 'He was the radiance that had settled in Dvaraka from the moment he was born.' Bhanu, so named due to the radiance he emitted since the day he was born, was the eldest son of Satyabhama and Krishna, and the apple of the eyes of all his parents. He was the student of Balarama along with his elder brother Samba, and later of Pradyumna when he returned after slaying Shambarasura. Bhanu inherited his father's nature entirely, from the mischief to the incredibly sharp mind, and his mother's mental fortitude and forbearance. Together, he was entirely the son of his parents, who were verily considered the protectors of the Universe. This book is an attempt to understand Kaarshni Bhanu, his life and story, and his role as a son, grandson, brother, protector, husband, nephew, father, and many more to come. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ©

Fanfiction of khana

We all carry something. Pain. Shame. Memories that feel heavier than our own bones. That quiet kind of suffering that never really leaves-even when we smile. For Ananyata Kanitkar a 16-year-old girl and an invisible presence in her own world, life has become a blur of numb mornings and anxious nights. Once full of faith in Narayana, the cosmic protector... now, she feels nothing. Just silence. Just questions. "Does He exist?" "Does He listen?" "Why me?" She's the quiet girl in the corner of the classroom, the one who doesn't speak anymore, because no one ever truly heard her in the first place. But in the vast silence of the universe, someone has heard her. And when hearts call with such despair, the Jagatpalaka listens. When the divine descends not in thunder-but in mist. When love finds you not in joy-but in ruin. What happens when the Infinite decides to touch a finite life ? Cover by @OurFictionNest

This story is the sequel to my first book Devotional Love. You can read it as a standalone, but I truly recommend reading Devotional Love first...it will help you understand the depth, the emotions, and the divine connections much better. What happens when the soul of a Kaliyug girl is reborn in Dwapar Yug...carrying within her the complete knowledge of the Mahabharat? She believes she is just an ordinary human... A blessed, fortunate soul who gets the chance to witness the greatest epic unfold before her eyes... Someone lucky enough to meet her Aradhya, Shree Krishna, himself. But is she really just lucky? Or is she something far more... something the universe has been waiting centuries to reveal? Little does she know- Her Aradhya, Shree Krishna, is waiting too. Waiting for her... Waiting for the moment when she remembers him. Remembers a life she once lived. A love she once had. A promise her soul has forgotten... But her destiny hasn't.

**********mytho friction*********** Ever wondered what if the times crossed? Rama, Ayodhya Naresh, Raghukul Bhushan, Dashrath Nandan loved all his brothers so much but he was closest to his constant Lakshman. Rain or shine, palace or forest, where ever rama went, he was present. it was not until the shakti ban incident rama expressed his grief and love openly. there he expressed his wish to have lakshman as his elder brother. what if he is able to see his wish come true? what if rama meets balram after the samadhi of lakshman? what if dwapar and treta crossed paths? can the long led grief of ram of losing a brother soothen after seeing himself under the protection of an elder brother in another yug? let's find out. -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* P.S this is my first story. sorry if there are any grammatical errors. I'm trying out something new. hope you all like it. see you out there champs. 🏵🌺Jai Siya Ram🌺🏵

Eldest daughter of Krishn and Rukmini Chief princess of Dwaraka This is her story. DISCLAIMER:::::::::::: this story is just something i made up in my head i do not mean to hurt anyone's religious views and this is purely fictional so please forgive me if i hurt you're sentiments or you're grammar skills because english is not my first language and also if i see anyone trying to copy or even slightly stealing my book or idea or characters i will SUE I belong to a family of lawyers all kind of them so beware thanksss! loads of love jai rukminikrishn! 🩷🩷🩷

"When love stands beside dharma, even fate learns to bow." In the vast land of Aryavart, Arjuna and Draupadi walk a path woven with trials, vows, and destiny's tests. They face storms, separations, and sacrifices - yet never let their love waver. Together, they prove that true love isn't about escaping hardships, but standing firm through them, hand in hand, while upholding dharma. For theirs is not just a tale of love - it's a journey of faith, strength, and devotion that time itself cannot undo. ---- This is a fictional story

my take on nobel queen subhadra , clearing myths, lies and misconceptions about her. She is love ♾️

It was as if fate had been waiting for the perfect moment to bring them together. After graduating from school, they went their separate ways, chasing dreams and pursuing their degrees. Years later, they found themselves back at their alma mater, attending a reunion that would change everything. She walked into the crowded hall, her eyes scanning the room for familiar faces. He stood laughing with friends. They had never spoken before, never even crossed paths during their school days. Yet, as their eyes met across the room, time seemed to stand still. Their first conversation was like a spark that ignited a fire. They talked for hours, sharing stories, laughter, and dreams. The connection was undeniable, the chemistry palpable. As the night wore on, they found themselves lost in each other's eyes, the world around them fading into the background. It was as if they had known each other for years, not just minutes. The reunion became a backdrop for their love story, a chance encounter that blossomed into something beautiful. They danced under the stars, their hearts beating as one, and knew in that moment that they were meant to be. The reunion that brought them together became a night they would cherish forever, a reminder that sometimes, love can be found in the most unexpected places, at the most unexpected times."

Book 1 of PandavaNandini Trilogy | DharmaAtmaja - The Spark of Truth " No winter lasts forever , no spring skips its turn " . Suthanu, the cherished and only daughter of the Pandavas, is a living testament to a lineage steeped in honor, duty and sacrifice. Born from the union of Samrat Yudhishthira, the embodiment of dharma, and Samragini Draupadi, whose fire reshaped dharma come into light, Suthanu grows within the towering walls of Indraprastha. Her childhood is one of opulent splendor, where dharma and duty are as much a part of the air as the heady fragrance of royal incense. Yet, beyond the luxuries, she holds a spirit forged in the unbreakable steel of her family's values. With every graceful step through the corridors of the palace, Suthanu carries the weight of her ancestors' wisdom, spreading joy among her people, a light of promise in a city built upon the foundations of hard-won peace. But destiny is relentless, and in the span of a heartbeat, everything she holds dear is wrenched away. The warmth of love and laughter is swept into a chasm of emptiness, leaving her to confront the void left by tragedy. How does one endure when the very essence of one's world collapses? Will Suthanu find the strength to rise above the misery, or will the darkness she faces consume the spark of her spirit? It is then that a young prince enters her world, drawn to her by an invisible thread of fate. Yet, as his path crosses hers, he carries his own secrets and struggles, bound to a destiny as uncertain and perilous as hers. Will he be her sanctuary or her undoing? Can their intertwined fates overcome the storm gathering over their world, or will they be consumed by the shadowed forces plotting in the unseen depths? In a realm where dharma clashes with desire and the forces of evil rise, what truths will emerge from the darkness? And what future lies hidden beneath fate's unrelenting veil? Copyrights © 2024 Akshayaa Mahesh

She was only a month old when her life was cursed. Born into a new family where she is... Unwanted by her father's side just because she was a girl. But on her mother's side, and in her village, she was cherished like a blessing. And above all, she was protected by him Yashaswini was never meant to be in Kaliyug. But one day her destiny changed. She grows up in a world where she doesn't have her real family... except for Rudransh, her childhood best friend, who left his own family, his world, and his yuga just to protect her in an age where dharma is lost, where a girl's voice is doubted, and girls are taught to be silent, soft, and small. ‿︵‿︵‿୨ ୧‿︵‿︵‿ ⚠️This is a work of fiction inspired by our history. It is not in its original scripture and is not intended for anyone's beliefs or feelings. Please do not copy, repost, or use any part without permission. I have changed the real plot of Mahabharata 📸Pic credits: Pinterest

This book is a collection of heartfelt one-shots celebrating the eternal love between my beloved parents, Krishna and Rukmini. Every story is woven with devotion, admiration, and pure love-without space for negativity, debates, or criticism of any character. This is a work of fiction, born from my love and reverence, not meant to offend or challenge anyone's beliefs. If something here does not align with your views, I kindly ask you to leave with love. This book is only for those who wish to immerse themselves in the beauty of Krishna and Rukmini's divine love.

अन्तः अस्ति प्रारंभः। The end is the beginning. A caterpillar dies, to birth a butterfly. Water evaporates to rain down. Dead carcasses fill the stomachs of vultures.Life gives way to death and death to life. In a vicious circle of different karmas and janmas, a soul leaves a decaying body to move onto something better and livelier. But what if certain karmas are found hanging on the thin string between salvation and damnation? This is exactly where Mihira Ramnath Subhedar finds herself. The last of the many Kaliyugis, she was holding on to the narrowest beam that would lead her towards eternal the light, or so she thought. Poets were liars, she discovered when the end neared. There was nothing peaceful about death, no rest and no respite; just an ounce of faith which made her believe that she would finally find a place at the Lord's feet. But the ever merciful Leeladhari had discrete intents for such a soul that had just witnessed the end of the heinous yuga. "No, ain't Vaikuntha but Dvāpara. Good luck completing the unfinished business!" Walk along the aisle with Mihira while she embarks on the greatest pilgrimage of her rekindled life, witnesses the red of the Swastika being washed over by the red of vengeful blood and being swept off her feet by a man she'd never heard of.

What if a girl got chance to change everything? What if she was the best friend of the evil?What if she was smarter than Krishna?Read the changed version of Mahabharat..... All the rights belong to the great sage Vedavyas I only have rights of my oc

Can a single rain-soaked night alter the course of everything? Is one evanescent encounter enough to ignite the spark of love? This is the tale of Krishna and Shridha that bridges a web of deep emotions and an incessant past. Once united by chance on a stormy night and parted away, will destiny bring them together once more? And if it does, can they ever truly call each other their own?

Shri who is Shyam's soul, a princess who fought for her love. Shyam whose soul is Shri, a god who loved unconditionally. A story of Shyam, and his Shri. A timeless, and unwavering love of two purest souls. Krishna x Rukmini fanfiction

Her hair, a cascade of raven waves, flows like the ocean's endless rhythm, each strand mirroring the ebb and flow of the sea she was born from. Her eyes, the most enchanting shade of seafoam green, hold the mystery of the deepest waters - calm yet fathomless, gentle yet fierce. When she smiles, it is as if the world itself is bathed in light, the sun rising from behind a darkened sky. Even the hardest of icebergs would melt in the warmth of her gaze. Her presence is a symphony of nature itself, a reflection of the oceans, the winds, and the skies - beautiful, powerful, and unyielding. She was Padmaja, the princess of the Trivandhya alliance, born of land and sea, the youngest of the great Trivandhya empire. She was the princess of Saurashtra, her roots deep in the soil of the sacred land, yet her heart belonged to the boundless waves. She was Mahalakshmi herself, the eternal consort of Krishna, born of the lotus and the ocean, of grace and strength. She was the one who shared his burdens, who wiped his tears and lent him a shoulder to lean on when the weight of the world became too heavy. The divine protector, the guiding hand for those who faltered, Padmaja was the mother goddess of the universe, the Sarva Swamini - the all-mother, the one who embraced all in her arms, offering love, protection, and wisdom. To the Pandavas, she was not just a figure of power but their savior, their guide, and their unwavering protector. She was the strength that bolstered their resolve and the heart that healed their wounds. She was the embodiment of compassion and power, the very force that balanced the cosmos. In her, the world found solace, in her, the divine found its purpose. She was the dawn, the moonlit night, the sun's warmth - both the protector and the protector's light. And no matter the storm, no matter the darkness that loomed, Padmaja, the princess of land and sea, would always rise - a beacon of hope, an eternal mother to all.

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

Lotus petal eyes that rejoiced in the presence of Nature, and that was Krishna's very heart held the most intense beauty, a coagulation of all the world sparkling in them. Mitravinda glanced at Krishna, and He could feel Himself smile, gentle and tender, a smile reserved for His Lakshmi, who had come in different forms in that birth. **** Mitravinda or Shaivyaa, Krishna's paternal cousin, is one of His Eternal wives, who came down to the Earth after He did, establishing Love and giving Him support in His role as the Protector of Dharma. Their Love shone in Dvaraka, much like the bright, radiant light that takes away all darkness, like the Earth and Sky join when the Sky showers rain on the Earth, like the stars twinkle in the presence of the Moon; the parents of the Universe enhancing the meaning of Bhuloka Vaikunta in the many gated city of Dvaraka. Their journey, their Love, their Everything, such is this series. [ Singular limited chapter book ] ALL RIGHTS RESERVED