Mithu flies back, carrying Krishna's divine blessing. Rukmini watches, eyes shining, feeling a deep connection. The golden sunlight seems to sparkle with Krishna's protection, and her little heart feels reassured.
"And so, the little parrot Mithu became a bridge of love and trust between the princess of Vidarbha and the divine Krishna of Vrindavan."
Vrindavan's lush meadows, sparkling rivers, and flowering groves. The air is filled with the sweet scent of jasmine, and flutes play a lively tune.
Krishna stands at the center, dancing gracefully with the gopis, who twirl around him in flowing colorful skirts.
bursting with joy, flowers floating in the air, and peacocks dancing alongside.
Krishna spins and leaps, laughter bubbling, as the gopis follow his rhythm.
Butterflies swirl magically, and golden sunlight glints off Krishna's flute.
Yet, as Krishna glances at each gopi, his eyes soften, and the melody slows slightly.
"Though surrounded by many, Krishna's heart saw one… the little princess of Vidarbha, Rukmini, reflected in every smile, every glance, every playful step."
One gopi twirls; Krishna sees Rukmini's sparkling eyes in her smile.
Another laughs; Krishna feels Rukmini's gentle laughter echoing.
Each movement, each gesture, reminds him of Rukmini, and his smile grows tender.
Krishna lifts his flute, the music taking on a soft, magical shimmer, enchanting the gopis and nature itself. The trees sway, the river sparkles, and even the clouds seem to dance to his tune.
Krishna (softly, to himself, a dreamy smile):
"Rukmini… even here, you are with me."
Krishna dancing under the moonlight, with Mithu hovering nearby, as if guiding the divine connection. Rukmini's presence fills every joyful moment, unseen but deeply felt.
"In every playful gopi, in every swirl of the Vrindavan dance, Krishna saw Rukmini… and the bond between them grew, even across distance, hearts connected by love and destiny."
Rukmini's palace balcony, overlooking blooming gardens and shining rivers, now more mature, standing tall and graceful—around 18–20 years old. Mithu perches on her shoulder, preening his feathers, a faithful companion through all these years.
Sage Narada appears, floating gently with his veena-tuned cloud.
Narada (smiling, voice full of warmth and awe):
"Rukmini, my little lotus has grown into a blossom of wisdom and beauty… today I will tell the story of Krishna's triumph. The mighty Kamsa has been defeated, and Vrindavan celebrates in joy."
Rukmini gasps, her hands clasped, eyes shining with a mix of relief and admiration.
"He… he is truly safe. Krishna has defeated evil… he has protected everyone!"
Narada (nodding, eyes twinkling):
"Yes, little lotus. And now, for one who dreams, who loves, and whose heart is pure, I bring a gift…"
He hands her a glimmering, ornately carved paintbrush. As Rukmini takes it, golden sparks swirl around her fingers, reflecting her excitement and wonder.
Narada (mysteriously, smiling):
"This is no ordinary brush, Rukmini. Whatever you draw… shall come to life. But remember… it is your heart, your intentions, that will breathe magic into it."
Rukmini holds the brush, eyes wide with amazement, turning it in her hands as Mithu hops excitedly, chirping:
"Oh! Imagine the adventures we can create, Princess! We can make Vrindavan come alive right here!"
Rukmini draws playful animals that leap off the paper and dance around her chamber.
Flowers bloom instantly from her strokes, butterflies spring into life, and the palace walls shimmer with magical paintings.
Mithu mimics her every stroke, adding his own little feathered flair, making Rukmini laugh with delight.
"And so, Princess Rukmini, with her heart full of love for Krishna, received the brush of magic… a gift that would make her dreams dance and bring her closer to the one she adored."