❝I was born to disappear. Then a fire looked at me and refused to let me.❞ Agnija, the empire's finest Rupantari, is sent to wear a stranger's face and win a prince's trust - until the trust becomes love, and the love becomes a lie she can no longer wear. ──────⋅⋅──────⋅⋅────── "Say my name," he murmured, low, aching, his mouth close to her ear. "Savyasachi." Barely more than breath, and something in his eyes darkened at the sound of it, as though her voice alone were a kind of touch he could not get enough of. "Whatever you are hiding from me," he said quietly, "I have known for weeks there is something. But I watched you weep for a woman's pain as though it were carved into your own chest, and I do not believe, whatever else is true, that what I am watching is a lie." ──────⋅⋅──────⋅⋅────── 𓆩♡𓆪 morally complicated people making catastrophically romantic decisions 𓆩♡𓆪 identity, deception & oh no, he sees me 𓆩♡𓆪 ancient courts, old magic & dangerous secrets 𓆩♡𓆪 yearning with absolutely nowhere sensible to go 𓆩♡𓆪 a woman who has worn a hundred faces learning what it means to have one of her own 𓆩♡𓆪 a prince who knows she is lying and chooses to look closer ──────⋅⋅──────⋅⋅────── genre: historical fantasy · romance · political intrigue content: mature themes status: completed - august 16, 2026 ──────⋅⋅──────⋅⋅────── come for the woman who learned to survive in a hundred skins. stay for the one who refuses to be erased by love, empire, or anything that tries to name her.

"𝙄𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜." She was the Princess of Panchala, the most beautiful one ever born. She was the north star in the sky new moon, the one, shining so bright that other lights faded of. Men went on their knees when her blue eyes glanced over them. But then a miracle took place- the day when she found him. Her love for him ran deeper than through her veins and into her heart. It flowed through her body and into her soul. It consumed the warrior princess in the way she could not imagine. ❝𝙄𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙨, 𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨, 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨, 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨; 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪.❞ He was the King of Indraprastha. His life revolved around his first love- archery, family and his kingdom. He was the dream of every women, but none of them were worthy of him. His golden hazels were something maidens died for. But, people believed that he would never fall in love with anyone, until the day she entered his life, and changed it forever. Now the king desired for her, and only her. ❝𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙗𝙮𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚; 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙮.❞ They were the epitome of perfection yet the defination of cursed. Despite how charged with punishments the scroll, black as pit, will their love be able to swim across the horror of shade? Will this selcouth love survive? ❝𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙚! 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧!❞ ~ PEEP IN TO KNOW MORE!

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 :)

The tales of Arjun and Panchali revolve around the scenes the great Ved Vyaas gave us in Mahabharata for these two forbidden lovers. With the help of some imagination, explore with me how they led their everyday lives! Most impressive ranking.. #1 in ARDI stories as of 13/05/2021

The stone fell defying gravity- in a fateful plunge it enamored the audience only to die off in a puddle! The uppandavs and Abhimanyu were awarded to a mirthless fate. A complete blasphemy, their sisters are left behind to take care of the orphaned- parents. Sign in to know more !