Reshaping the Mahabharat In the crucible of loss, the human spirit either breaks or is reborn. For Prisha, it was the latter. What the world called theft, the stripping away of everything she had known, everything she had loved, fate called beginning. From the wreckage of her former life, something ancient stirred within her, pulling her not forward into an uncertain future, but backward, through the membrane of time itself, into an age of gods and warriors, of dharma and fire. Into the legendary epoch of the Mahabharat. She arrived not as a stranger, but as someone returning to a dream half-remembered from childhood, whispered to her in quiet moments she had never fully understood, until now. In the dust of that golden era, amid the clash of celestial forces and the weight of cosmic consequence, Prisha began to see herself clearly for the first time. Her existence, once a question without an answer, slowly revealed its architecture. Her purpose, long elusive as smoke, finally held still long enough to be grasped. Arjun. The archer without equal. A man forged equally from discipline and devotion, whose eyes held the stillness of one who had already made peace with both glory and sacrifice. Their meeting was no accident, destiny rarely is. The cosmos had stitched their souls together long before either of them drew breath, and now, at last, the threads pulled taut. What grew between them was not the tender, fragile love of ordinary lives. It was something older. Something that burned with the quiet ferocity of a flame that neither wind nor flood could extinguish. It asked much of them, courage beyond comfort, faith beyond reason, endurance beyond anything a single lifetime should require. And yet they met every demand, side by side, their belief in each other never once faltering beneath the weight of the trials fate placed at their feet. What lies ahead is uncertain. What they carry within them is not.

She told him: become my slave, or answer for what you've done. He said yes. He should have said nothing at all. She promised to be his ruin. He promised to be her shield. Both of them kept their word. In the ruins of Magadha, Arjun makes a choice that shatters them both - he binds her to him in a marriage she accepts like a funeral. Now the greatest warrior of the age lives as a dead man in his own home, watching the woman he loves perform the last rites for his soul. Every. Single. Day. This is not a love story. It is what love looks like when it has nowhere left to go.

A glimpse into Simran's diary that accounts of her unimaginable and cherishing experiences in Dwapar yug. The journal is non-chronological and messy like Simran! A psuedo spinoff to HELLO MAHABHARATA. Dive into her sojourn as here we will go through her days- breezy or stormy in Mahabharata! A spinoff to HELLO MAHABHARATA.

A sojourn it is. ❝His scent is petrichor. He shall always be the golden page of my recollections, of beautiful memories. The greatest archer of the time❞ Derived from the Sanskrit word स्मरण (smaraṇa, "the act of remembrance, remembrance, reminiscence, recollection") which leads to the realization of that which is of the highest aspect and purpose in one's life, she shall be true to her name. Mahabharata a heroic tale of ancient times. It is the truth of life. What shall happen when a girl who has always been fantasized by the royal and colossal epic is fortunate to tumble in the era for a sojourn only to return back? It is her journey to learn and nourish the seed of dharma she has in her heart. After the cacophony of storms the trees get uprooted but the saplings stay rooted to the firm ground. Simultaneously, the blasphemy of kaliyug has uprooted many trees of righteousness, but can that little seed of dharma germinated within her make the era prosper with evergreens? HELLO MAHABHARATA| Copyright © 2020 by womenwhobleedsink (To get more insights of her stay in Dwapar yug, sign into her journal 'My days in Mahabharata')

" I loved you and proved you with this, Jai. " she said breathing heavily and spitting blood in between. " The small memories I have shared with you are enough for me. But still my heart, It just betrays me every time you come closer. Can I make a selfish wish, Jai? " Her words pierced the said guy's heart directly. " Agar hum kabhi dobara janm le tho kya tum mujhe apna banaoge Jai? Tum poora ka poora mujhe hi chahiye. " She said while her grip on his hands tightened and his lips automatically mutter. " Vada kartha hun Adhwaitha. Main keval tumse Pyar Karunga aur kisise nahi. " His words just created a great havoc in the Kaal Chakra. What happens when the Vibhatsu, Dhananjaya would be bound by a promise all the way from his birth? How would he recognise the girl whom he has to marry? If he has to follow Ek Pathnivrata. what about his other wives? How is the Mahabharatha going to unfold? Dive into the book to know more. #1 in Arjuna on 7/7/2025 #1 in duryodhan on 19/7/2025

Krishnaa. An outcast. A commoner. An orphan. A girl surviving instead of living. Arjun. The beloved prince of Indraprasth. Powerful and regal. A forgotten prophecy, believed to be a myth, is unveiled again. A hidden conspiracy. Can these two worlds collide? And if they do, what will be the outcome? What plans does destiny have for them? Two people who: Met by Chance, United by a Prophecy, Bound by Love, and Separated by a Conspiracy. ******************************************* PS: This is a fictional book and not intended to hurt anyones sentiments Started:12th July 2020 Completed:15th November 2020 ************************* Cover credits: @VELLIGal & @BlueStarCommunity ************************** All Rights Reserved

A Prince. A Princess. The Prince falls for the Princess after some mishaps, overcome problems together, and they live happily ever after. Isn't that how love stories have always been? Let's make a change. Let's switch the roles, twist the stories, reverse their life, and let's connect their fates. Crown Princess Draupadi, Daughter of Fire, Stubborn and Arrogant. Prince Arjun, Son of Thunder's Wielder, Powerful and Dominant. He led a life where had everything he could wish for. A loving mother. Four supportive brothers. A best of the best friend. An empire to love him. Arrows prepared in bows, waiting to be touched by him. A girl he loved, who was ready to spend all her life with him. He needed nothing more. She didn't know what is life, and never cared knowing either. She was all alone, made up just by herself. She believed she could face anything that comes in her way until she could take a stand for herself. She didn't have any expectations from life. She didn't think she needed anything more. But destiny had its own ways. It decided to link their lives and muse at how they sort out their lives together while solving their own life problems. While he who wrote his own destiny all the way believed he could do the same now, she was ready to accept whatever destiny willed for her after being dejected with destiny for long and decided to hold on to what is hers now. Read to know more...

In which Lucy discovers there is more to her than being a Gilbert. Slow burn. Stefan Salvatore x Original Character. Seasons One-Eight. Full Synopsis inside. Slow Updates.

Stefan x oc "I guess no one ever taught you how to be a real man."

ྀི✮⋆˙ 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙛𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙡𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 - where brooke elizabeth elliot battles the hurdles between the supernatural world of vampires, werewolves and witches [plot created by @-novxscomet] [tvd s1 - s8] [fem!oc x multiple] [status - ongoing] [unedited] [SLOW BURN!]