#zalak

—Shishupal: Finally, today I’ll marry Rukmini! Ah, the wedding drums! Music to my ears!

—Jarasandh: Wait… why do they sound like war drums?

—Soldier (panicking):

Maharaj! That’s not the wedding band… That’s Krishna with his Narayani army, coming to take HIS princess! Bro didn’t even stop for toll tax!

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✩ ˛˚ . The drums were beating, & they were basking in their so-called "victory." But little did they know, Krishna & His Narayani Sena were already on their way to Maharashtra to claim His princess Rukmini

Rukmini, the moonbeam that slipped through palace walls, her heart a prayer whispered to the wind.

Krishna, the storm that answered ☁️

Golden chariots, silk flowing like rivers, anklets singing rebellion. The air, thick with sandalwood & destiny.

A wedding pavilion left behind. A kingdom in stunned silence. A love written in the language of divinity.

Shishupala’s fury, a mere ripple in the ocean of fate.

She was never his to claim. She was always meant to be stolen by the one who already owned her soul 🦚💗

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