My Mind Is Always Fixed On Rukmini, Just Like Hers Is On Me. I Cant Even Sleep At Night. Srimad Bhagvatam

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“My mind is always fixed on Rukmini, just like hers is on me. I can’t even sleep at night.” — Srimad Bhagvatam

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Krishna: Rukmini and me are having a baby.

Arjuna: That's a great ne-

Krishna: *slamming the adoption papers on the table* It's you, sign here.

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tired 20-something year old snape with a blubbering baby harry that likes to squish his cheeks

This is sooooo dam adorable 😍🥰🥺🙏🏻

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KRISHNA : [carrying all the groceries]

RUKMINI : [reaches hand to help]

KRISHNA : [aggressively moves all bags to one hand to hold Rukmini's hand]

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I just had a mental image of Krishna Rukmini having a Bangali wedding...or should I say biye.

It is shubhodrishti (where the bride moves the paan leaves away from her face and the couple meet eyes for the first time)

Rukmini's POV

She was dying to remove the paan leaves and lay her eyes on her Ghanshyam. It was finally time. But a strange shyness overtook her...almost a reverent shyness. She was about to look at Krishna, her Krishna. She demurely looked at his face and the entire universe surrounding her seemed to grind to a halt. He truly was Bhuvansundar. His eyes were like young lotus buds drenched in fresh dew. Kalboishakhi clouds seemed to form his skin. The entire cosmos had condensed to form his divine darkness. And the chandan dots on his forehead looked like gleaming stars in the night sky. His soft locks of hair framed his face beautifully. And his topor made him look so regal. Her heart longed to hear her name come forth from his honeyed lips. She could not keep the tears away from her eyes and neither the joyous smile from her face. She realised that he was looking at her just as fixedly as she was. His smile in her direction felt like the cool breeze that used to play through her hair in Vaikunth.

Krishna's POV

He heard the uludhwani go up. He knew his beloved would be here any moment. His heart searched for her presence with fervent devotion. A joyful commotion started and his Hridayvasini was carried on a pnidi. The group went around him 7 times. Each revolution making his heart go a little more wild. Finally they stopped in front of him, his Shree had her face covered with paan leaves. She was dressed in the most radiant red benarasi, decked in gold and an ornate shola crown. She finally lowered her paan leaf and looked up at him. Her brightest jewellery paled in comparison to the golden glow of her face. Her ruby red lips stretched into a shy smile and it seemed as though all the stars of the night sky had come together to take the shape of a bloomed lotus. Her kohl lined eyes shined with joyful tears. They looked like the diya that burns by the two sides of the door guiding the homeward bound souls. And he was home. Those eyes were Vaikunth.