Golden sunlight spilling over the majestic Vidarbha palace, perched above lush gardens and glistening rivers. White doves circle the palace towers.
Inside the royal chamber, Queen stands with the newborn in her arms, wrapped in silk as delicate as moonlight. The baby opens her eyes ,bright, gentle, and filled with a spark of destiny.
King Bhishmaka, dressed in regal robes, gazes at his daughter with awe. His deep voice trembles with joy as he whispers:
"Born of the Bhoja dynasty… my little lotus, Rukmini."
the royal family rejoices, and the kingdom bursts into celebration:
Children run through the streets tossing flower petals.
Peacocks spread their feathers in the palace gardens.
Musicians play lively flutes and mridangams as the people dance.
the royal family rejoices, and the kingdom bursts into celebration:
"Thus was born Princess Rukmini, jewel of Vidarbha… destined for a love that would echo through eternity."
a magical sparkle sweeping across the palace, hinting that her life will be touched by divinity.
the marble courtyard of Vidarbha palace, where young Princess Rukmini is shown in her cradle, shaded by silk canopies. Fireflies twinkle magically, even though it's daylight, as though the universe itself is blessing her.
King Bhishmaka, tall and noble, gathers his sons:Rukmi, Rukmaratha, Rukmabahu, Rukmakesa, and Rukmanetra ,all dressed in princely tunics. They stand in a row, looking curiously at their tiny sister.
Bhishmaka (with warmth and authority):
"My sons… this little lotus is the heart of our kingdom. Promise me, you will protect her, guide her, and cherish her always."
Each brother steps forward, one by one:
Rukmi kneels first, placing his hand over his chest.
"I promise, Father. None shall ever harm our Rukmini."
Rukmaratha leans over the cradle, smiling at the baby.
"I'll be her shield, wherever she goes."
Rukmabahu beams proudly.
"I will make her laugh when she is sad."
Rukmakesa, tugging playfully at his sash, adds:
"And I will fight any monster,real or imagined!"
Rukmanetra, the youngest, shyly touches Rukmini's tiny hand.
"She will never be alone… not while I see her."
Rukmini's tiny fingers curl around his hand, and golden sparkles burst from the cradle, filling the courtyard with shimmering light. The brothers gasp in wonder as though the gods themselves have blessed the vow.
Bhishmaka smiles, proud and emotional:
"Then let it be known,the Bhoja dynasty will always stand united around our princess."
the brothers playing with young Rukmini,teaching her to walk, chasing butterflies, and protecting her from mischief,sealing their promise in music and laughter.
the sun-drenched gardens of Vidarbha palace, where seven-year-old Rukmini is skipping among blooming lotuses and peacocks strutting proudly. Her laughter rings like silver bells as butterflies dance around her.
King Bhishmaka appears, holding a small, ornately carved golden cage. Inside, a vibrant parrot with emerald feathers and sapphire-tipped wings chirps excitedly.
Bhishmaka (smiling warmly):
"Rukmini… my little lotus, today you receive a companion who can speak… and perhaps even tell you secrets of the world."
Rukmini's eyes widen with wonder. She kneels and gently opens the cage.
Parrot (with a cheerful, slightly mischievous voice):
"Hello, Princess! I've been waiting just for you!"
Rukmini giggles, spinning around with joy.
"Oh! You can talk? What's your name?"
Parrot (bowing dramatically):
"I am Mithu, your loyal friend and guide. Together, we shall have adventures beyond your wildest dreams!"
Magical sparkles swirl around Mithu's feathers as he hops onto Rukmini's shoulder. The birds in the garden flutter in rhythm, and even the flowers seem to lean closer, enchanted by the magic.