Is the end ever truly the end or the start of something buried in centuries? What if her fall was not a fall but time folding back to find her again ? When grief screamed louder than the wind, she vanished into a prophecy. She wasn't lost by time. She was remembered by it. She walked with laughter in her steps and sunlight in her breath. But what happens when eyes that remember too much finally forget? Her world paused. And in that pause time whispered her name. If time is not a thread, but a memory then grief is a signal ? A soul can pray without words, and the cosmos always listens. One blink, One breath and everything changed. She opened her eyes in a land where gods still walk and rivers sing. Where memory is prophecy, and strangers are long-awaited. Not a stranger. A verse forgotten in ink, She is recognition reborn. Some souls are pulled by forgotten promises. She is gentle flame of destiny A bridge between truths. Two worlds orbit her-one fading, one familiar. Her silence is storm before the unveiling. She came to awaken justice time tried to erase. She is the breath between slokas. The girl forgotten by time until time remembered her purpose. For those who feel too old for their age, dream in chants, and ache without knowing why. Her journey is yours. What if tears were memories from another age? She became strong to reshape it. Not a superhero. Not perfect. But raw. True. Familiar. She breaks like you. Rises like you. Welcome to Accidental Transtemporal Travel Where time bends to soul, and the forgotten become flame. Her silence is your reflection. Her scars, your map. To those who've whispered, "I don't belong here" Maybe you never did. But you're not lost. Just waiting to return. Open the book-step into memory. Walk through ancient halls where silence holds prophecy and when it ends, you won't say "What a tale." You'll whisper... "I remember." A debut inspired by the Mahabharata not retold, but revered. © All Rights Reserved

How terrible it is to love someone who can be touched by death..... Not many know that although raised as a prince, the third Pandav had one of the toughest lives. Destiny always separates him from his loved ones. And then he falls in love with Rajkumari Rukmika, the younger sister of Shri Rukmini devi. For once Arjun thinks that everything will be good. But destiny plays it's cruel tricks again and separates him from his love. Will Arjun accept his cruel destiny once more ? Or will he fight against fate this time ?

Book 1 in The Unexpected Bride --‐-----------------------------‐--------------------- The Mahabharata you never knew. Reimagined. Rewritten _________________________________________ Adhiratha and Radha, the loving parents of Karna, raise another child, Parthavi, a fiery soul who sees her adopted brother as a warrior without equal. Their bond is unwavering, a beacon of loyalty amidst the whispers of Karna's true lineage. Fate, however, takes an unexpected turn. Through a twist of circumstance, Arjun finds himself bound to marry Parthavi. Thrust into a world vastly different from her humble beginnings, Parthavi yearns to prove her worth. Yet, an even greater challenge lies ahead, can she bridge the distance between her brother and her new husband, forging a bond where rivalry has festered? Or will her presence exacerbate the tension, creating turmoil where unity is desperately needed? As the winds of destiny shift, Parthavi finds herself at the center of a maelstrom, caught between loyalty and a love that blossoms in the most unexpected place. Will she become the bridge that unites warring factions, or will her presence ignite a fire that consumes all? Dive into this epic saga, a reimagining of the Mahabharata where love, loyalty, and destiny clash in a battle for the ages. ________________________________________ Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and does not claim to be historically or mythologically accurate. The characters and events depicted are based on various folk tales and Mahabharata. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The author does not intend to offend or disrespect any individuals, cultures, or beliefs.

Featured by WATTPAD Asian Fantasy The nectar of righteousness is entrenched when Shri Lakshmi, who emerged from the ocean along with the amrita reunites with Narayan, who, as Mohini, bestowed the amrita upon the Devatas. 𝘿𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞 - the supreme manifestation of 𝘼𝙠𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝘽𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙉𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙠𝙞, 𝘼𝙙𝙞 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙩𝙞 𝙎𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞 𝙈𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙨𝙝𝙢𝙞 is born in the lineage of the venerated Kurus as the youngest of Kunti and the beloved of Kanha - the Lord of Dwarka. Harmonize with her conscience as she unearths the cauldrons of conceit, malfeasance, and knavery among her own family; battles for love; anamnesis her primordial identity; endures profanity; and shatters the hegemonic patriarchy that breaches the aspect of the divine feminine Shakti - the very essence of the universe. Endearment, hellions, retrouvallie, motherhood, sovereignty, curses and cordolium - Dhriti has to face it all. Rising above her flaws and foible, the quintessence of the Universe completes a full circle of her mortal incarnation. From Kuruvansha Kumari to the Samragyi of the Three Worlds - This is the tale of "Kanha's Priya." 【 This is a work of pure fiction. Through this, I do not mean to hurt anyone's religious sentiments and beliefs. The story is loosely based on Mahabharata, while majority of the plots and character potrayals are a part of my imagination. Enjoy! 】