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Narayan: I don’t question my wife’s choices. Because I am one of them.

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Madhavapriya

Chapter 2

A few days later

Thud. He was not getting any younger, Krishna thought to himself, as his back hit the ground, followed by a humbling realisation that he had hardly crossed 25. The wall had been much taller than it seemed when he had jumped off it. Wincing, he looked up, to feel his pain eased by the smiling face looking down at him. Her eyes crinkled, yet still big and blooming, her nose just sharp enough, her lips full and curved in an amused grin. Her moonlit face still glittered as if illuminated by the sun—golden, radiant.

"Now, now, Madhav, you've taken to trespassing my father's gardens for me, is it? How charming," she teased as she helped him up.

Krishna pulled her close to him, his hands resting reverently on her waist, the moment he was upright. "Well, Princess Satyabhama, daughter of Satrajit, I earned the name of the monster who kidnapped a princess who was to be wed to another, and for marrying her, have I not now? And just as that's the least I could do for my beloved Rukmini, trespassing at the risk of public humiliation is the least I could do for my sweet Bhama," he hummed, meeting her gaze.

The princess' grin turned ever so coy, as she leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek. "Always have a way with your words, don't you?" she murmured.

She pulled away, dragging him by hand to sit with her under a peepal. He didn't hesitate to rest his head on her lap, kissing her palm tenderly as he held it, relaxing. "It's been quite a while since we've had a moment to ourselves, no?" he asked, as she ran her fingers through his silk-like locks.

"Mhmm," came the reply. "Pitashri has begun resenting you now. Religiously avoids anything that might lead him to encounter you."

"Resent? Really? All I did was ask him for the gem. And not for myself, so all of the Yadavas could have a share of that wealth. His lands may be prospering, but people in many others are in desperate need of aid. When did your father become so opposed to helping those in need, especially when it costs him nothing?" Krishna pouted as he mused.

Bhama chuckled at the sight of the pout, kissing him chastely before pulling away. "Well, my dear Madhav, you did ask him to let go of the one thing he prizes above life itself."

"Bhama, his attachment to the gem aside, he has a genuine chance at alleviating sorrows of thousands. Shouldn't that be more fulfilling over something so material and ephemeral?"

Bhama's smile turned wry. "When riches gleam before him, bringing him prosperity, fame and respect alike, why would he let go of it? I dare say, though he loves my siblings and I with his heart true, he would trade all 103 of us in a blink if it meant he and the gem weren't to be apart, ever. I cannot blame him for this—the presence of the Syamantaka had only brought us good."

With a sigh, Krishna said, "Your father's actions are hardly near what he preaches to the rest. Anywho, let us not worry ourselves with that. We seldom get such moments of peace."

"Hmm. True. Oh, and one more thing. I believe father is growing suspicious of us. I got a little...passionate in my defense of you the other day," she said, a bit sheepish. "He's stationed more maids to keep an eye on me as I go about. No matter for worry, I had my brothers pay them a good sum to keep away."

That drew a laugh out of the man in her lap, who looked up at her fondly. "You are... something, priye. To put it into words would be doing it injustice."

"Or is it that the sight of my wonderful self deprives you of your ability to string words into sentences, Madhav?" She grinned, kissing his forehead now, his loving gaze reciprocated.

"Cheeky, hmm?" Krishna muttered, rolling off to pull her down atop him, pressing his lips to hers. A stolen moment, amongst all the chaos. They stayed like that awhile, but before the night could change its shade from his to hers, Krishna left as he came, with a promise of another such encounter.

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Just a thought. Satyabhama and Krishna hardly get enough representation in a positive light. It's mostly characterizations for apocryphal accounts, and hardly an actual delve into what they might have been like.

Soo...

Thought I'd write something out

Here goes nothing

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Madhavapriya

Chapter 1

He had thought that light could only blind. The blazing radiance of Vivasvan could flood and fill the other senses too, it seemed, as he prostrated before him, the one who had finally graced his not-so-humble devotee with his presence. Satrajit remained so, one with the ground before the Sun God, until the latter gently urged him to rise.

"Child," he could hear Suryadev say, "your penance, your devotion to me, is unparalleled. What is it that you seek, that you worship me so, O descendant of Yadu?"

"Nothing," the awestruck, tearful Satrajit whispered, stuttering. "Your presence, deva, is enough for me."

Surya's smile, though small, was as brilliant as the rest of him. "That is all, hmm? No one calls upon an Aditya so fervently unless they desire something," he hummed, then sighed, the smile still playing on his lips. "Besides, it is improper of me to not grant you something, is it not? After all, you have devoted your life in my worship. Since you shall not ask for it — here." The god placed a jewel—one that had, till then, rested upon his chest, shade of molten bronze—into the clasped palms of his ardent devotee. It gleamed as if it carried the sun's rays within itself — crimson, scarlet, or golden, no human eye could discern. "This — this is the Syamantaka. Worship it as you would me, and you and your clan shall know no dearth of wealth."

Before Satrajit could respond, Vivasvan vanished, leaving behind a warmth that engulfed him and a memory that would echo each day as he meditated upon his lord's blessing.

In fact, it is what rung in his mind as he sat before the council of the Yadava elders, all of whom had turned their eyes and ears to a dark youngster seated amongst them, clad in yellow silk, a morpankh peeking from his turban. He spoke of things from far and wide, of the Kurus of Hastinapur, of conflict amongst Yadava clans, of requests and grievances of the peasants and merchants. None of this perturbed Satrajit. In fact, he agreed with the boy, Vaasudev Krishna as he was called, had sound reasoning on most accounts.

Except one. The lad had proposed that Satrajit part with his beloved Syamantaka, one he had earned through years of penance, that he hand it over to Ugrasena, for the welfare of all of Yaduvamsha. His voice immediately rose in protest, "No." Satrajit stood his ground. "The Syamantaka may give me wealth, but it is hardly something to be reduced to that singular purpose. It is more, much more than that, Krishna. You are young, you may not know, but the Syamantaka is the embodiment of the divine grace of Suryadev, it encapsulates his divine presence. By placing it in any other hand than mine, as he intended, it would be to taint and disrespect what he has granted me. By this, I mean no disrespect to your grandsire, the wise Ugrasena. He has my wholehearted respect and loyalty. But this gem, I shall not part with."

The dark one tried making his case once again, in vain—Satrajit had stormed out of the council, the rest of the elders speaking in hushed whispers as Ugrasena rubbed his temple, lips pursed. Krishna took a deep breath, looked away, then composed himself, smiling, and hastened to calm the agitated lot.

Ugrasena looked up at him " Beta-" Krishna's smile dropped not once. " Pitamah, I'll handle this. You know I will" he held both of his grandsire's hands in his own, squeezing them in reassurance.

"Satrajit's motives aren't as pure as they seem. I'll get to the root of it soon. Worry not." The older man knew one thing-Krishna, by whatever questionable means, would find a way. He nodded, dismissing the council with a wave of his hand.

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Just a thought. Satyabhama and Krishna hardly get enough representation in a positive light. It's mostly characterizations for apocryphal accounts, and hardly an actual delve into what they might have been like.

Soo...

Thought I'd write something out

Here goes nothing

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rakhumai aur unke vitthal

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radharani aur unke krishna