Her hope has been shattered and torn apart, beyond even the flickering embers. But she still lives, if only to keep the wan flames of hope alive in her fellow prisoners. ***** Narakasura has captured 16,100 women to be his queens when he finally takes over the three worlds. This is a short tale of one of them, of how her hope is reembodied in the form of a bright, pious light that destroys her captor and frees her and her fellow prisoners. [Warnings in the first chapter.]

The breezes were fluid in their dances. Birds sang in their chime like voices, swelling at the glories of their Natha. The sun was never harsh in its sheen. The autumn sunshine that you'd bask in. The entire Prakriti would breathe the name of Rama. Slowly, like the greatest hymn it had ever known. Their SiyaRama were back. Finally. The name was gifted by @Ramayana_lover Cover credits @Bloominginmythology

"I left, I couldn't stay no more. They were all drunk. Some harsh words were passed on. Some insults were thrown. The next moment swords were unsheathed, the sharp metals sliced through kinsmen by kinsmen. The ground has been drenched with the Yadava blood." he uttered weakly, the lump in his throat forbidding him from further speech. She looked up at him, his eyes weary and distant. So that's how it was going to be, their bloodline was to be swept off in an intoxicated brawl. Her thin fingers found his cold ones, as she intertwined them, some of her warmth seeping into his being. "What about Dau?" "He went off, presumably into the woods, way before things got out of control." spoke the man of midnight skin, closing his eyes, "What about sister Revati?" "She was feeling out of sorts since the afternoon, so she retired for the day. She's been sleeping ever since." answered his queen, realization dawning upon her. The looked into each other's eyes in shock, the truth nowhere ready to settle. Krishna sat himself on the bedside table, his hands gripping the silken wood too hard. Rukmini sat down in front of him, pressing the edge of her saree on his forehead, wiping away the sheen of sweat that had collected. Warm tears cascaded down his cheeks, falling onto her drapes. Her free hand cupped his wet cheek, and he leaned into the touch. "It is time, Rukmini, it is time." On some fortunate days- #7 under Narayana #2 under Rukmini

Mahabharata. The epic war. Known by everyone but no one really knows what had happened. They're all just mere assumptions. This is the story of true love, humiliations, betrayal, warriors and divinities. This is the story of the Pandava's Sister and Pandava's Madhav. The goddess of destiny and the god of success. This is a retelling of the era who's name is destruction. *** This story is based on my imagination. This is my idea so if you see this story anywhere else please inform me. Warning: this story does not include the incarnations of Lord Krishna and Devi Radha. Give it a try, I'm sure you'll like it. . . . Cover is not mine, I found it on Pinterest. It is by Madhavi Tuli.

It is the story of the greatest Epic written the longest mahakavya or poem on earth. This is the story of a daughter born during the time of dwapar Yuga in the royal Kingdom of Ayodhya. Born in a glorious Kingdom and burdened with the glorious purpose of aiding Vasudev Krishna the Protector of the universe himself in the establishment of Dharma or the Dharmsthapna and why wouldn't she help him after all she is his Ardhangini 'Jagat Kalyani Mahalaxmi' herself . This is a story in which Sri Herself Becomes the guide for karna just like Krishna was for arjun. She was the one who helped Karn find his true destiny and reunited him with his true family, protected him from the clutches of Adharm. She became the ultimate source of support to Krishna during all his time when he was down, she was the only one who saw his tears and she was the only one who wiped them she was one of the very few in front of who Krishna became vulnerable. She was the most graceful,kind, beautiful stunning ,alluring, magnificent ,powerful And she was the true queen of Ayodhya she was non other than ' YUVRANI RUDRANSHI RADHIKA ' ( I do not on the Mahabharata or any of the characters in it except for Rudranshi Radhika the original Mahabharata was written by Vyas muni.) ( copy my work will not be appreciated and all the copyrights belong to me) ( all the pictures used in this book do not belong to me they are either Tekken from Google or Pinterest)

Nārāyana. The Lord of Sustenance. To sustain his universe, he has always done everything one could ever imagine. From incarnating as a complete wild boar, to living away from the love of his life to vanquish evil, Lakshmīkānta has always done everything to establish Dharma every time Adharma threatens to overpower it. Ananta. He's endless. He will remain one of the few constants even as the universe comes to an end. Hari's kathā is just as everlasting as him, evergreen in both emotion and meaning. As perpetual as him are his stories, never coming to an end, never ceasing to enrapture those who attempt to understand these tales brimming with a charm nothing else has. This is an attempt to encapsulate some moments from the stories of Vāsudeva in shorts that may succeed in giving the tiniest glimpse of Vaikunthanātha. This is my attempt at writing about Rāmachandra, whom I love and revere beyond what my words can explain. This is my humble attempt at bringing to life some of the moments from the evergreen stories of Mahāvishnu. ××× [The chapters showcase these undoubtedly divine characters with a touch of humanization, and while I will try my level best not to get too carried away with it, moving too far away from the original plot, some people might not be willing to see their deities humanized. In that case, I'll request you to skip this book. Thank you!] Cover credit: @Mochis4lifeq52627 <333

𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙨: (adj.) very, or most highly celebrated. One form of the nine incarnations of Lakshmi, and the complete form of Hari to descend on BhuLoka, Bhadra was the princess of Kaikeya, and Krishna the de-facto sovereign of Dvaraka, the city of gates and the abode of Shri on the Earth. Bhadra has always been quiet and unassuming, demure and silent; the perfect qualities for a princess of a small kingdom such as Kaikeya. But she weds the most influential force in Aaryavarta, as her heart sings only in tune to his flute and no one else. What was their love like, but celebrated? This two-shot explores a short tale of the newly-wed BhadrAchyuta, how they come to love each other even more. In collaboration with @ruhitherambler

An ode to the eight principal wives of Krishna. Note: This work does not make use of GenAI tools in any shape or form on account of my strong belief that the use of such tools is a sacrilegious betrayal to human nature itself. Hence, if you are looking for such content, please feel free to not interact with my work. Thanks! :)

An account of the most beautiful, love-soaked dance of Sri Krishna- the Maha Rasa Leela.

The eternal love story between the cowherd and his lady. Radha and Krishna both were aeons ahead of their time, and it is but natural that their love also be extraordinary.