Dec 27, 2025
how I'm gonna be once i get my hands on Madhav btw <33333
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how I'm gonna be once i get my hands on Madhav btw <33333
@bigsimp69 @irantaboutkanha @merevasudevmeremadhav and everyone I'm forgetting rn (i have a memory of a fish)
DAY IN THE LIFE OF TARA AND HER HUSBAND :- (he just so happens to be a god , we ignore the plot holes)
Location - one random apartment in Mumbai
Time - 7:00 am
(Ceiling fan whirring. AC fighting for its life.)
Krishna: rise and shineeeee, sunshine 🌞
Tara: voice muffled into her pillow it’s illegal to talk before 9
Krishna: already dressed. hair perfect. not a single flaw. suspicious good morning to you too
Tara: why are you AWAKE
Krishna: because some of us have responsibilities
Tara: you literally play the flute for a living
Krishna: holding bottle of water up Wake up. now.
Tara: opening one eye …why are you holding that like a threat
Krishna: because it is
Tara: bro please I slept at like 2
Krishna: whose fault was that
Tara: yours
Krishna: incorrect but noted
he tilts the bottle slightly
Tara: don’t you DARE-
Krishna: wake up or perish 😌
a drop lands on her forehead
Tara: I will divorce you.
Krishna: you say that every morning
Tara: because every morning you’re like this
Krishna: grinning and yet you still live with me
Tara: rent is expensive. love is secondary.
Krishna: wow. I wake you up gently and this is the gratitude I get
Tara: gently??? you threatened me with water
Krishna: Mumbai heat waits for no one, baby. now get up. chai’s getting cold.
Time - 6:30 pm
(Incense burning. Tiny mandir in the corner. Bell in Tara’s hand.)
Tara: serious face. hands folded okay. quiet. please. just ten minutes.
Krishna: noted.
ten seconds of silence
Krishna: why is the diya so small
Tara: shhh
Krishna: I feel underrepresented
Tara: you are LITERALLY the deity being worshipped.
Krishna: yes and yet this lamp is disrespectfully tiny
Tara: it’s symbolic
Krishna: my ego is also symbolic
Tara rings the bell
Krishna: wow. dramatic.
Tara: IT’S CALLED PUJA
Krishna: I know. I’m here. witnessing. judging.
Tara: chanting softly
Krishna: wrong tune
Tara: what
Krishna: nothing 😌
Tara offers flowers
Krishna: those are wilted.
Tara: YOU ATE THE FRESH ONES YESTERDAY
Krishna: offerings accepted 🥰
Tara: I swear-just-let me finish-
She closes her eyes
Krishna: leans in, whispering you missed a line.
Tara: I did NOT-
Krishna: you did. but it’s okay. I forgive you.
Tara: stop talking
Krishna: stop being cute while praying then
Tara glares. Rings bell aggressively.
Krishna: wow. anger issues.
Tara: YOU ARE RUINING MY PUJA
Krishna: incorrect. I am participating
Tara: participation means SILENCE
Krishna: then why did you marry me
Tara: THAT IS NOT-
Krishna: grinning okay okay. last one. promise.
pause. actual silence.
Krishna:…did you thank me for existing today
Tara: GET OUT.
Time - 6:40 pm
(Diya lit. Soft bell. Tara still sitting cross-legged in front of the tiny mandir.)
Tara: softly chanting, eyes closed
Krishna: sitting right next to her. way too close
two seconds pass
Krishna:…why are you looking at him like that
Tara: looking at the idol in devotee mode huh? who?
Krishna: him . The idol . I’m literally right here.
Tara: I know.
Krishna: then why are your eyes closed for him and not for me
Tara: it’s PUJA
Krishna: suspicious behaviour
Tara offers flowers to the idol
Krishna: wow. flowers for him.
Tara: he is you.
Krishna: then why didn’t I get flowers?
Tara: That is literally you .
Krishna: not the point
She rings the bell.
Krishna: you’ve never rung it like that for me.
Tara: because you don’t sit still for TWO SECONDS also THATS LITERALLY YOU!
Krishna: leans closer, peering at the idol
why is he getting so much attention
Tara: please don’t start-
Krishna: I’m not starting. I’m observing.
Tara: trying to focus
Krishna: you smiled just now.
Tara: I did not-
Krishna: you DID. at him.
Tara opens one eye.
Tara: you are jealous of… yourself.
Krishna: and?
Tara: that’s insane.
Krishna: I am a god. insanity is part of the package 😌
She brings her hands together.
Tara: okay. done.
Krishna: already?
Tara: yes.
Krishna: good.
He immediately pulls her into his chest.
Krishna: next time, pray like this.
Tara: this is NOT proper praying-
Krishna: I accept worship in all forms 🥰
Tara: you’re impossible.
Krishna: and yet you chose me over a very well-behaved idol
Tara sighs, resting her head against him.
Krishna: …still mine though, right?
Tara: always.
Krishna: good. because I was about to fight myself otherwise . He wouldn't win.
Tara: ...crazy man.
Krishna: God .
AND THATS ALL FOR TODAY FOLKS.
Imma write more scenarios like this . I have plenty hihi 🤭
No plot no story just fluffy scenarios . 😂😂😂😂
ENJOYYYYY!!!!
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mildly suggestive krishna content ahead. if that makes you uncomfortable or feels disrespectful to you, please skip this post.
❝ I cannot believe I have to say this out loud but when are we actually going to do things other lovers do? ❞, she finally asked, turning toward her lover who lay beside her on the divan, one elbow sinking into the soft, fluffy pillow resting there. his clothes looked as expensive as ever afterall only the finest material ever touched him. gold and rare gemstones clung to him like they were made for him alone, each one adding to his beauty even more.
he looked beautiful. too beautiful . skin like the clear night sky looking as if all the stars slipped into him, glowing in a way that made no sense, curls falling around his face like they had their own personalities. his lotus shaped eyes were closed but the moment they opened, they could charm anyone with just a single glance.
Just looking at him could make anyone’s heart tremble and could make their body shiver with the aching desire to be seen by him.
he opened his eyes and looked at her, her face now red with embarassment, and chuckled. his adam's apple moved up and down, the motion catching her attention for a second before her gaze began drifting lower without her even realizing it.
❝ hm? aren't we already doing what other lovers do? spending time together and basking in each other's presence. ❞, he said, his eyes shining with a small, teasing glint.
❝ don't be like that. you know what I'm talking about. you are just trying to tease me. ❞, she said, her tone almost frustrated. she huffed softly before turning her face away from him, unable to look at him because of her own embarrassment.
❝ no, i have no idea what you're talking. ❞, he said, his voice turning even more teasing. He lifted the hand that had been resting on his hip and slid his index finger under her chin, tilting her face up so she had no choice but to look at him.
❝ i cannot give you what you want if you don't tell me clearly. ❞, he said, that mischievous smile sharpening just a little. his hand slipped from her chin and it slid to the back of her head, fingers tightening with a firm, controlled grip as he pulled her face toward his, closing the distance in one smooth, deliberate motion until their lips hovered just inches apart.
❝ you weren’t this shy when you brought it up. so why hesitate now? ❞, he whispered, his eyes locked on hers. she blinked, her heart hammering against her ribs. he was right, she hadn’t been this shy when she raised the topic. so why was she falling apart now?
she gulped slowly, opening and closing her lips like a startled fish before she gave up entirely and hid her face in the crook of his neck. one arm slipped around his waist, the other clutching her ghaghra tightly. ❝okay, fine! you shut me up. You win.❞, she muttered.
he chuckled again, softer this time, the sound humming against her skin as his fingers slid from the back of her head down to her back before he slowly grabbed her waist. his grip firm, holding her closer not planning to let her go. ❝ you really think tucking yourself into me is going to save you? ❞ he murmured, his breath warm against her temple. ❝ If anything, it only tells me how badly you want something you’re too shy to say. ❞ he said as he squeezed her waist in his grip just enough to make her gasp. ❝ but since you're holding onto me like this now ❞, he whispered, the corner of his mouth lifting. ❝ It does make me wonder if we should do things like the lovers you keep comparing us to. ❞
//it's getting hot in here. ANYWAYS jealous vishnu possesive krishna SOON GUYS I PROMISE. today was the suggestive krishna day.
BRAIN ITCH ABOUT TO BE SCRATCHED
So I'm going through fics of Kanha×reader right .
And they're all of a similar genre of yearning/angst/bro's some 10 realms away kinda fic .
I don't like them (right now I'm in chatpata mood lmao . Dancing to Sheela ki Jawani and Afghan Jalebi 😌) .
So imma write one shots .
They'd be short . Like barely 100-300 words.
The scenario ?
"Krishna is your divine/human boyfriend/husband and you live with him" (yeah right . LIVE b3tches . Y'all living together 😉)
That's the genre . That's the scenario .
Am I gon be projecting? Fuck yeah .
Do I care ? Fuck no 🙂↔️.
I'll start writing one or two per day cuz I got plenty of ideas .
The format would be conversational . No big words . No plot twists . Just y'all having a pillow fight . 😤😌(You won)
So uh yeah , stay tuned . I'm currently writing my first one hihi . 🤭🤭
(i need a break from my research wala posts lmao , y'all will start to think I'm a teacher otherwise) 😩😂
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HOW I FOUND KRISHNA?
lots of yap ahead
okay so basically i HATED GODS. it all started when i turned 13 and i started realising things that had been happening to me which completely broke me and then a very big life altering event happened to me so all that just led to depression and i was miserable and ofcourse i started blaming it all on Gods.
i would lock myself in my room and yk those calendars that had Gods and Goddesses pictures printed over them? yeah one 2 of those were in my room and one of them was of Ma Durga and the other one was none other than the Krishn 🤣🤣🤣
AND YK THE FUNNY THING IS,because Ma Durga is our kuldevi i was too scared to say anything to her so automatically all my frustration would come out on the Krishn on the calendar 😭 LIKE I WOULD BE ALL CRYING OUT OF FRUSTRATION AND CURSE HIM OUT LIKE LITERALLY CURSE HIM OUT.
now after this I started really ignoring and rolling my eyes at Gods and started exploring occult, witchcraft and demonology and started getting closer to Lucifer's energy. anyways i stayed there for a few years while corona started and was going on and everything.
NOW ONE DIWALI, my mother went out to get things to decorate the house and in that was a poster of Radha Krishna (LOLL) so then i was "yeah wtv 😒" and then i started pointing to that poster and started saying things like "you know that girl in the poster is me btw" and "Krishna was literally my husband in my past life" AS A JOKE, I STARTED THIS AS A JOKE BRO to tease my younger sisters ykkk like
my sister : why are you literally like this ??? you want to get slapped?
me : ?? how dare you talk to me like this im literally Krishna's wife hello??? my husband's a god treat me with respect
BUT for some odd reason because of this continuous joke i suddenly started feeling possesive of Krishn. i realised it first when my cousin suddenly started posting statuses of Krishna and i started thinking "what the hell he's mine" and then suddenly i was like "huh 🤨🤨🤨🤨???" and i realised i was feeling jealous and possesive over him but I didn't let it take over me that much until....
i literally dreamt of him BUT WITH NSFW CONTENT AND BRO WHEN I TELL YOU IT WAS NOT EVEN IN HIS KRISHN FORM BUT RATHER IN HIS VISHNU FORM. FUCKK I WAS SO SCARED WHEN I WOKE UP.
like i genuinely didn't know what the hell that was??? obivously from a young age we're told to fear God in a way right? like we're told to act righteous and pure not because it's good but because of God's fear.
and i was so confused and stuff so i did exactly what i think any person with common sense wouldn't do...
i went to Quora to ask my question. i talked about how i saw nsfw dream of krisn/vishnu and what it meant.
literally the first answer thrown at me was how evil i am for seeing a God with such impure thoughts and what not :((
so i closed quora and went with the flow and boom krishn became my husband fr.
but obivously it's not all sunshine and rainbows because i have this habit of obssesing and detaching and then repeating the cycle again.
so i obsses over Krishn for a period of them —> i then get busy with life and get distracted and detach from him —> suddenly something happens and i get obssesed again and this time more than before.
AND THIS LADIES AND GENTLEMEN IS HOW I FOUND HIM (or he found me)
SORRY FOR THE LONG POST AND SO MUCH IRRELEVANT YAP AAAAA
guys i really need opinions !!
should i write fics of Krishna with nsfw content?????? if i can then how far can i go??? please let me know? because i hae IDEAS but idk if it's okay to post 🥹
Kanakshya
|| PROLOGUE ||
she had imagined this moment a thousand different ways; in dreams, in half-forgotten prayers, in those weird quiet hours where the world feels like it’s holding its breath.
however, the reality? the reality hit completely different.
the surroundings faded away until he was the only person she could see.
her heartbeat shot up so fast she genuinely thought she might have a heart attack. her breaths turned uneven, and she stared at him without blinking, terrified he’d vanish the second she closed her eyes.
Krishn, he just stood there with a soft, all-knowing smile on his face, the kind of smile that melted her whole being.
her throat went dry, her mind short-circuited, and her eyes slowly traced over his entire appearance. a beautiful crown rested on his head; warm gold forged into perfection, shimmering with diamonds and rare gems that caught every stray glimmer of light, as if the stars themselves had been borrowed just to adorn him. a single peacock feather arched from the side, elegant and proud, its colors shifting with every tiny movement he made.
his skin glowed like a night sky dusted with stars, making the gold of his crown and the jewels he wore blaze even brighter against its deep, luminous contrast. the pitambari dhoti glowed like spilled sunlight against his night-sky skin, every fold catching light as he moved. jewels, from necklaces to armlets, bangles, rings, and anklets that shimmered around him, each piece highlighting him rather than competing with him.
his lotus-shaped eyes, framed by soft dark curls, held a warmth and depth that felt almost unreal. tall, graceful, and impossibly fluid in every motion, he looked like beauty itself had chosen his form.
he closed the distance between them until he stood directly in front of her, barely an arm’s length away. ❝ are you not gonna say something? ❞, he murmured, his voice so soft and deep it made her heart shake.
❝ wasn’t I the reason you travelled all this way? ❞, he said, not a question rather a quiet confirmation. a confirmation of the destiny she’d been called to all along.
❝ come, let me see that face properly. ❞, he murmured, reaching his hands out to her, that same gentle smile still resting on his lips; steady, warm, and impossible to look away from.
LOTUS
[Krishn × y/n]
Krishn sat on a large rock beneath a big kadamba tree, playing soft, melodious tunes on his flute. he was surrounded by gops and gopis, all of them looking at him with every ounce of love they had. it was a scene filled with the purest love and devotion.
she, too, sat among them, beneath one of the trees that circled the gathering. her presence wasn’t noticeable; she blended in with the other gopis, becoming just another face in the crowd, watching Krishn from far away. she never got too close; she never even had the chance. sometimes she wondered, even fantasized, about what it would feel like to be nearer to him, to sit beside him, to hear his voice meant only for her. but she knew her limits. her place was to love him from a distance, so she contented herself with simply watching him and existing in his presence.
she sighed as she watched him joke and laugh with his friends and the gopis seated near the front. he was shining, radiant in a way no being in the whole universe could ever compare to. her heart couldn’t help but race just looking at him, until she slowly lowered her gaze to the lotus flower resting in her lap. lotuses were her favorite; they always reminded her of him. and she knew she wasn’t the only one; after all, many called him lotus-eyed. the thought almost made her a bit sad because nothing she had was hers alone when it came to him; everything was shared, common, not special or personal to her because he was not hers.
she looked up again and her heart almost jumped out of her chest. for a second it seemed he had made an eye contact with her. she wasn't sure herself. maybe she imagined it, ofcourse she did and still, the idea of him looking at her sent a shiver racing through her.
she let out a soft exhale as she shifted, resting her back against the tree’s trunk. her eyes never left the scene before her; him sitting there, laughing and glowing the way he always did.
no one seemed to realize that the day was already fading as the night began to take over. they were all so lost in Krishn after all. it wasn't until Baladeva stood up and announced that it was too late now, and everyone should take their leave. it was as if everyone came out of a trance but they slowly stood up as well laughing and joking as everyone made their way back home.
She, too, stood up slowly, and as she did, the lotus slipped from her lap and fell to the ground, forgotten. Her friend tugged her hand, urging her to hurry, so she turned around and followed her, making her way out of the forest and toward home.
Krishn picked up the lotus lying on the ground, staring at it intently as a small smile tugged at his lips. ❝Found you.❞
//AAAAA just a small piece i imagined LOLL and yes i imagine myself with krishna ^_^ ANYWAYS I've been so dead here bc I've been so busy idk if anyone's gonna read it but if someone does pls lmk how ot turned out.