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"I left, I couldn't stay no more. They were all drunk. Some harsh words were passed on. Some insults were thrown. The next moment swords were unsheathed, the sharp metals sliced through kinsmen by kinsmen. The ground has been drenched with the Yadava blood." he uttered weakly, the lump in his throat forbidding himfrom further speech.She looked up at him, his eyes weary and distant. So that's how it was going to be, their bloodline was to be swept off in an intoxicated brawl. Her thin fingers found his cold ones, as she intertwined them, some of her warmth seeping into his being. "What about Dau?""He went off, presumably into the woods, way before things got out of control." spoke the man of midnight skin, closing his eyes, "What about sister Revati?""She was feeling out of sorts since the afternoon, so she retired for the day. She's been sleeping ever since." answered his queen, realization dawning upon her. The looked into each other's eyes in shock, the truth nowhere ready to settle. Krishna sat himself on the bedside table, his hands gripping the silken wood too hard. Rukmini sat down in front of him, pressing the edge of her saree on his forehead, wiping away the sheen of sweat that had collected. Warm tears cascaded down his cheeks, falling onto her drapes. Her free hand cupped his wet cheek, and he leaned into the touch. "It is time, Rukmini, it is time."On some fortunate days-#7 under Narayana#2 under Rukmini…

justameltedbean

A pool of words to drown in, a beat to live by, a tune to hum, a song to remember.So hold on to your coffee mugs, and be warned, stuff gets emo out here. Basically, the old souls lives and young body dies.…

justameltedbean

Mahabharata isn't a love story? Well once while reading I came across a surprise.Each page of the epic, has another page glued to it, and when you tear open the stuck parchments, you'll find a breathing, bleeding tale of love.You'll find a hidden story, a KAHAANI.…

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The breezes were fluid in their dances. Birds sang in their chime like voices, swelling at the glories of their Natha.The sun was never harsh in its sheen. The autumn sunshine that you'd bask in. The entire Prakriti would breathe the name of Rama. Slowly, like the greatest hymn it had ever known. Their SiyaRama were back. Finally.The name was gifted by @Ramayana_loverCover credits @Bloominginmythology…

justameltedbean

"There is a place between awake and asleep that seems surreal and enigmatic. The place where you can remember dreaming.That's where I'll love you.That's where I'll be waiting."The tale often retold, through another set of eyes. The mother of all rivalries, breathed upon again, a little differently.Has been-#4 under Arsu…