Rukmi:
"Father… how can you let this happen? Krishna may be brave, but he is not fit to unite our kingdoms. I insist… Rukmini should marry Shishupala, crown prince of Chedi and my ally!"
Tension fills the hall. Bhishmaka shifts uncomfortably, caught between love for his daughter and respect for his eldest son.
Bhishmaka (hesitant, sighing, half-heartedly):
"Rukmi… your suggestion… perhaps we should consider it."
"And so, the joyous confession of love was shadowed by ambition and pride. The hearts of family and duty clashed, setting the stage for a struggle of destiny, courage, and devotion."
Rukmini's moonlit chamber in the Vidarbha palace. Shadows dance along the walls, but the glow from the magical paintbrush on her desk softly illuminates her determined face. Mithu perches nervously on her shoulder, sensing the tension.
Rukmini (whispering, voice trembling but resolute):
"Mithu… you are my most trusted friend.
You must fly to Dwarka and deliver this message to Krishna. Tell him… my heart belongs to him, and I cannot marry another."
She strokes Mithu's feathers, whispering the details:
"When the day comes for me to visit the temple of Goddess Ambika before my wedding, Krishna… you must come and take me with you. No one else, only him."
Mithu (flapping wings, chirping with excitement):
"I won't let you down, Princess! I will carry your message faster than the wind, across forests, rivers, and kingdoms!"
Mithu takes flight under the moonlit sky, leaving sparkling trails of magical stardust behind him.
Rukmini, looking out the window, moonlight reflecting in her eyes, as Mithu disappears into the sky.
He passes glimmering rivers, dense forests, and bustling villages, dodging mischievous monkeys and playful breezes.
Mithu sings a little heroic tune mid-flight, carrying Rukmini's message of love and devotion.
Dwarka, where Krishna is in his palace gardens, surrounded by gentle breezes and playful waves of the sea. Mithu swoops down, landing gracefully on Krishna's shoulder.
Krishna (smiling warmly, eyes twinkling):
"Ah… my little messenger! What news do you bring from Vidarbha?"
Mithu (chirping proudly, puffing out his chest):
"Princess Rukmini… she loves you with all her heart. She asks you to come for her when she visits the temple of Goddess Ambika before her wedding."
Krishna gently strokes Mithu's feathers, the sunlight glinting off his crown.
"Then let it be so… little friend. Through you, our hearts are united, and destiny shall guide our meeting."
"And so, the brave little parrot Mithu became the bridge of love between hearts separated by kingdoms… carrying hope, courage, and destiny across the stars to Dwarka."
Dwarka at dawn, the first rays of sunlight glinting off peacock-blue waters and golden palace spires. Krishna stands at the edge of the palace courtyard, his eyes alight with determination, while Balarama, his elder brother, stands by his side, calm and protective.
Krishna (smiling reassuringly at Mithu perched on his shoulder):
"Little friend… you have done your part. Now it's time for me to fulfill my promise to Rukmini."
Balarama (placing a steady hand on Krishna's shoulder):
"Where you go, I shall follow. Let us bring joy and love to your beloved."
Krishna lifts his flute, a soft, magical note ripples through the air, signaling the start of their journey. The winds respond, swaying trees and ruffling banners across the palace.
Krishna and Balarama ride swift chariots and galloping steeds, the landscape a blur of forests, rivers, and rolling plains.
Villagers and animals along the way look up in awe, sensing the divine presence passing through.
Flute music fills the air, light shimmering in their wake as the brothers speed toward Vidarbha.
Vidarbha, where the palace towers glisten in the afternoon sun.
Rukmini, anxiously waiting, pacing in her chamber.
"And so, guided by love, devotion, and the courage of destiny, Krishna and Balarama set forth across kingdoms, their hearts fixed on reuniting with Rukmini, their beloved princess of Vidarbha."