The war of Kurukshetra ended in blood, but for Karna, death was not the end-it was a restart. Reborn as Adiratha, a humble charioteer in a timeline that feels cruelly familiar, Karna seeks only one thing: to protect his son, Vasusena, from the cursed destiny of a warrior. He is willing to bury his solar brilliance in the dust of the stables, to be a nobody, if it means his child survives the world that once rejected him. But he isn't the only one who remembers. When a twist of fate drags Karna before the throne of Hastinapura, he faces a King who is blind, broken, and burning with rage. Duryodhana has returned, carrying the memories of their past life and a heart blackened by betrayal. He doesn't see a brother; he sees a liar who mocked their bond by hiding the truth. Determined to punish the man who once shone too bright, Duryodhana demands a penance that pushes Karna to his limits. Trapped between a King who wants to break him and a son who was born to fight, Karna must navigate a fragile second chance. They drove to their deaths once. Can they drive towards salvation this time?

Betrayal doesn't come from enemies. And that is perhaps the saddest part of it all.

In the brutal heart of Lyari, where dust settles like a second skin and power is carved with steel, the name Rehman Baluch strikes fear and commands an empire. But before he was the feared 'Sher-e-Baluch,' the king of this concrete jungle, he was just Rehman-a boy with a fierce loyalty and a gaze that held the entire world when it fixed on Ulfat. Now, years after he chose the path of blood and power over the quiet promises of childhood, Ulfat navigates a world where the boy she once knew is a myth, replaced by the ruthless don. She despises the violence he embodies, yet a part of her mourns the loss of the friend who vanished into the abyss of Lyari's underworld. When their paths inevitably cross, a silent battle ignites. He, the undisputed monarch, seeks to reclaim the only piece of his past that still holds light. She, defiant and fiercely independent, wants no part of his blood-stained crown. As the shadows deepen and loyalties are tested, will the echoes of a shared history be strong enough to challenge the foundations of an empire built on fear, or will the untamed crown claim another soul?

"what's this?" "Panipuri" she grinned ************************ Rashmi a struggling student with student debt unexpectedly died and got reincarnated into dwaper yug. No,not as pandav's dear sister or madhav's sister nor any princess of a kingdom but as a merchant's daughter having no connection to the main characters she decided to live a normal, happy life...but can she?

The pandavas and the kauravas, two sets of brothers, ready to duel their enemity out. What happens when they get to know that neither of them were eligible for the throne?? Who is this new person coming into the mix? Older brother?? wasn't Yudhisthira the oldest?!! And what is this about seeing the future??!!!?!

The children of the sun were watching their youngest brother not getting his share of respect and his constant suffering and thus decided to intervene. While on the other hand karna thinks that the pandavas are not that bad afterall. He tries to mend the relationship between the Kauravas and Pandavas. Join in the fun with the surya family.

"If only I had k...known" Duryodhan mumbled, lying in a pool of blood. There was no one else around, except for Vasudev Krishn. Duryodhan's eyes spoke volumes. His lips quivered as his thighs were broken. "If only I had known," he thought again, his life flashing before his own eyes. Vasudev Krishn looked on, "I'm sorry Duryodhan, I tried" he looked down, His eyes filled with tears. Duryodhan forwarded his hands, gently touched his feet and looked up , unable to speak anymore, only his eyes looked into His. The words of his heart began to reach Krishna's ears. As Duryodhan neared his death, he preferred not to close his eyes, rather keep it open, to give a final adieu to the protector of worlds. NOTE : THIS IS PURELY IMAGINARY. THERE IS NO INTENTION OF HURTING THE READER'S FEELINGS OR INSULT CULTURE! THIS IS PURELY A FAN FICTION!

When Karna departed to study under Parshuram, Adhirath and Radha let him go only on one condition: he leaves as a married man. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Within a week of marrying his childhood friend Vrushali, Karna leaves with the promise to return to his wife in exactly a year. Vrushali, Dushala's lady-in-waiting, watches the kalapradashan with a disinterested look. Her husband had promised to be back on this exact day. Two prahars until sunset. "Jiji, look!" Dushala jostles Vrushali out of her thoughts to point to the arena. A man with a grand bow stood tall, looking the Kuru Dynasty in the eye. Vrushali couldn't help the smile grace her face. Her husband was home. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer: This work is pure fiction and just a thought and not to hurt any religious sentiments.

After karan died in the war, he lived as many humans with this past memories, each time he was delivered into a new body but the soul stayed the same, he truly had seen the rise and downfall of the human kind, this continued up until his last life with the new generation, after dieing as a mortal human boy in the 24th century, he was unironically sent back again in the dwapar uyga. Why does life only puts challenges infront of him!! Hey Hari here we go again ______________ ___________________ _____________ Shout out to all the karan fics!!!!❤️❤️❤️ I repeat this is bl i repeat it also has incest too Side note I love you all!! For inspiring me ___________ _'__________________ ________ _______ Not mythologically accurate, occ character behaviour