Her touch is absolute death. His grace is entirely infinite. Baptized in venom and bound to the shadows, Nandini is a Vishakanya, a beautiful weapon whose skin is a fatal boundary no human can cross. Trapped in the freezing isolation of her own lethality, she is sent to bring ruin to the radiant kingdom of Dwarka, targeting its divine heart: Krishna. But when her lethal strike lands, the laws of nature shatter. Krishna doesn't fall. Instead, he meets her weapon with an all-knowing grace that changes everything. What follows is a quiet revolution born in the fierce, tender spaces of midnight. Amidst a grueling purification, the captor becomes a sanctuary. In a world where Nandini has only ever known fear, Krishna becomes the impossible anchor, the one person who can hold her through the phantom burning, wipe her tears, and interlace his bare fingers with hers without fear. "Let the world flinch away from you, Nandini," he whispered, his bare palm pressing flat against her racing heart. "The poison belongs to Magadha, but your heartbeat belongs to me."

𝗞𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗻𝗮 𝘅 𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗶 𝗱𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿 🪷 "𝗞𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗻𝗮 : 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆 𝗹𝗮𝘄, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲." In the age of Sati Yug, there lived an Asura princess whose heart was captivated by the unmatched power and glory of Lord Vishnu. Believing it to be love, she desired to make him her husband. To win him, she performed severe penance and sacrificed comfort, yet Vishnu never accepted her. Heartbroken, the princess refused to let go of her dream. Seeing her stubborn devotion, the royal sages advised her to worship Lord Shiva, the one even Vishnu revered. Pleased by her tapasya, Mahadev appeared before her. But he spoke the truth-Vishnu would never accept her until she abandoned the darkness within her heart: pride, greed, desire, and selfish longing. But the princess would not surrender. She began an impossible vow-to chant one hundred billion mantras while standing upon a tree. She gave away her youth, beauty, and entire life to devotion. Even Mahadev was moved by her determination and decided that when her final chant was complete, her wish would be granted. Yet fate had other plans. When only one final name remained, old age claimed her life. She was reborn in Kaliyug, unaware of her past and disconnected from faith. But destiny drew her back to a Shiva temple. There, in a tragic accident, she took her final breath before the idol of Mahadev. From her lips escaped one forgotten word-Shiv. This time, Lord Shiva fulfilled his promise. She was reborn in Dwapar Yug as the daughter of Prince Shakuni of Gandhara. Bound by an ancient vow, Vishnu was now destined to marry her. But the question remains... Will Vishnu truly accept her? Will he marry her only as a duty? Or will a marriage born from vows and fate blossom into real love?

Mohini, a sweet, naive, innocent girl. Pushed into a Yug, full of greed, lust, danger. Her whole childhood she was loved and nourished by her grandmother. Her grandmother told her the stories of Ramayana and Krishna's childhood but never about Mahabharat because something stopped her from telling Mohini about the great tragedy. Join Mohini on the adventure of Mahabharat and find out the story from her perspective. (First few chapters may be Cringey... sorry about that)

Cover credit goes to @Kanhaiyakisakhi9112 His heart beat she was She was everything for his empty world He found peace in her chaos eyes She was none other than his dharma Dharmraj's dharma, Dharmini. . . . . . . . . This story is a total work of fiction. I do not intend to hurt anyone's beliefs, religion and most importantly their feelings. I do not own anything except for some of my OCs and the plot. This story is based on the one of the greatest Hindu epic- MAHABHARATA but there will be major changes and the story line will go according to my imagination and wish.

╰┈➤𝗔𝗸𝗮𝗿𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗸𝗮 || 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗱 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 ๋࣭ ⭑ᥫ᭡. She was a princess, a beautiful princess who captivated all, with her ebony eyes sparkling like stars, her lips adorned with confidence, her long hair resembling a beautiful waterfall and her truly charming aura was something else. But it wasn't just beauty, it was also her intellect, which matched her father, Shakuni, the mastermind. In her peaceful life, love found it's way towards her heart and she fell in love, it was like an beautiful spell, giving her joy, serenity and a beautiful sweet smile grew wide on her lips. But love also brought overthinking, jealousy and anxiety to her, she started self doubting, anger consumed her which left mistakes and more mistakes, in the epic of Mahabharat Akarshika found herself grappling with guilt, trying her best heal her mistakes, will she able to do it or forever drown in sorrow ? So the daughter of evil will also end up being evil ? Will the princess pay price for her arrogance ? Learn the tale of Mahabharat, through an insecure girl. Cover by :- @-Krishvpuffs_

What if everything you want becomes true..? What if every thought you think becomes your reality..? What if the past becomes your future to mould your present..? What if you know everything..? You always loved this one epic. It always had a special place in you heart. You sympathised on each and every character of it. It always seemed unfair, sad and depressing. Everyone deserves a happy life, everyone has a right to peace. It hurt to know that apparently they didn't. Giving you a strong sense of Eramnesia. Wishing if it was possible you would like to change that. Always be careful of what you wish for. Hop on to this journey of happiness, sadness, thrill, mystery, rebel, romance and of course change. Change as the inevitable. Change as a part of nature. Change as the phases of moon. The story of Paksha. Ranks: #1 in mythology on 18/3/22 #2 in mythology on 19/3/22 #3 in mythology on 17/3/22

अन्तः अस्ति प्रारंभः। The end is the beginning. A caterpillar dies, to birth a butterfly. Water evaporates to rain down. Dead carcasses fill the stomachs of vultures.Life gives way to death and death to life. In a vicious circle of different karmas and janmas, a soul leaves a decaying body to move onto something better and livelier. But what if certain karmas are found hanging on the thin string between salvation and damnation? This is exactly where Mihira Ramnath Subhedar finds herself. The last of the many Kaliyugis, she was holding on to the narrowest beam that would lead her towards eternal the light, or so she thought. Poets were liars, she discovered when the end neared. There was nothing peaceful about death, no rest and no respite; just an ounce of faith which made her believe that she would finally find a place at the Lord's feet. But the ever merciful Leeladhari had discrete intents for such a soul that had just witnessed the end of the heinous yuga. "No, ain't Vaikuntha but Dvāpara. Good luck completing the unfinished business!" Walk along the aisle with Mihira while she embarks on the greatest pilgrimage of her rekindled life, witnesses the red of the Swastika being washed over by the red of vengeful blood and being swept off her feet by a man she'd never heard of.

Is eye beautiful? Are legs beautiful? Is gold beautiful? Is the girl beautiful? Is the finger that searches me beautiful? Is the way of holding my hand beautiful? Oh my soul oh my soul, nothing worth's more than you, in soul Oh beauty Oh beauty, nothing is beautiful than you, in beauty

What happens when fate forces a renowned warrior prince to marry a simple village girl? Would love be flourished between two unknown souls or would the on going conspiracy of the royal palace destroy it before even it begins? To know join this journey of prince Arjun and Panchali and witness their saga of love ( Prem) and sacrifice (Anjali) _______________________ It's an Arjun Draupadi fan fiction and purely fictional, read at your own risk :)

Featured by WATTPAD ASIAN FANTASY Thoughts are quite dangerous things; fleeting one moment and drowning us the other. A tangle of fine web that slowly entraps us; influencing our speech and actions. And when woven together, it presents a tale of unwavering love. "The setting sun, the moon and the stars were the witness to our love in Kamyaka Forest as they are now. If you truly love me as I love you, then fate will have to bend before our love. The Gods won't let any other woman be my wife before you become mine and I become yours." Of self discovery. "You carry the three gunas in harmony, a feat not even achieved by primodial deities." Of ambitions. "May you not fail as the suta king did." Of navigating through various relations. "Let this be a lesson on how to string beads together, Nakulamohini; a lesson from one palace woman to another." Of an ordinary girl's journey through time to become extraordinary. Abhijishya - Nakulamohini - Dhruvi Flip through the pages to unravel the essence of Dhi. ╞═══════𖠁𐂃𖠁═══════╡ DISCLAIMER : This book is purely fictional and does not claim any mythological or historical accuracy in any way. Most of the characters are taken from the Epic Mahabharata and other folk tales. The author does not mean any disrespect or offence to any caste, creed, religion and person. Resemblance of any character to a living person is completely coincidental. 🥇 Best Blurb ~ The Shelf Made Awards 🥈 Historical Fiction ~ Debonair Accord 🥈 Historical Fiction ~ Mini Awards 🥉 Historical Fiction ~ Hin-glish Awards 🥉 Best Charcater Bonding ~ SCA 🥉 Best Female Protagonist ~ SCA 🥉 Fanfiction ~ The Royal Nobles Award Cover and banners by @-decepted