She loved a flute player.She loved him unconditionally.They were separated by destiny but are still indivisible.Because no force of this universe can separate two souls unified by love. From the banks of Yamuna the essence of their love has crossed oceans exhilarating every soul who believes in their immortal love. This is not just a story but a defination for love-the elixir of life... Copyright©2016

कालकर्षिणी | A Time Travel Fiction | Mahadevi-a widowed archaeologist-lives as an outcast in her own home, silenced by neighbors who cling to the shadows of the 1980s. But when she pulls a drowning girl from the freezing depths of the Ganga, the rhythm of her life shatters. The girl remembers nothing-not her name, not her past, and certainly not the laws of a world that demands women stay quiet. As Mahadevi names her Vaishnavi, she realizes this girl isn't just a survivor; she is a storm.She was somewhat different from others , but what was really her identity ? Between ancient scripts and modern malice, two forgotten women must decide: will they drown in society's venom, or will they burn it all down?

"In every birth, in every form, in every truth, and in every action, I will follow You, Swami. Whether I know I am Harini or not in that form, I will always come with You, wherever and whenever You go. I am meant only for You. How can there be a Hari if Harini is not with Him?" **** Of Kekaya, Bhadra, Krishna and love. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

When grief reaches beyond consolation, when pain burns beyond comfort, when the voices from the past become louder than the beep of time, there comes a point where death becomes the only ray of hope, the only route of escape. But when death is impossible due to the standing of responsibility and virtue, when circumstances force to endure, the heart over time becomes a shell of stone. Tears dry out, the glint in the eyes fades away, and smiles serve only to comfort loved ones. A one shot that describes depression in its profoundest form through the eyes of one of the Ramayana's most prominent characters. Happy reading! :)

In the wake of Kurukshetra's destruction, the Rajya of Dharma is established, yet shadows linger as the wheels of time turn toward the dawn of a new age-Kali Yuga. Evil, though vanquished, never truly fades. Dark schemes simmer beneath the surface, toppling empires and spreading chaos across the land. The balance of power shifts, and the rise of Kali looms inevitable. At the heart of this turbulent era is Rajakumara Vajra of Dwarka, heir to the legacy of the Yadavas and Pandavas. Raised on stories of righteousness prevailing over darkness, he is the pride of his family and the hope of his people. But as the world crumbles around him and evil grows bolder,it's time for Vajra to face his destiny. Will he have the strength to rise against the darkness, or will he fall to the growing tide of Kali? This novel is a spin-off from my trilogy - The PandavaNandini chronicles.

"Speaking a name filled with auspiciousness brings only auspiciousness to the household, Pitashree." Sati held Daksha's glare with one of her own, beauty and fire, the power of Shiva. Daakshayani. Sati. Uma. Her love, Her story, and Her teachings to the Universe. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. { Part of the ParaaShakti Mega series }

JĀNAKĪRĀGHAVĪYAM - (The Epic of Jānakī and Rāghava) "Ātmānaṁ mānuṣaṁ manye." ("I consider myself a human being, and nothing more." -Rāma, Vālmīki Rāmāyaṇa, Yuddha Kāṇḍa) Exile was supposed to be quiet. A forest. A leaf-hut. A vow kept in silence. But Daṇḍakā does not let virtue sleep. A golden deer. A moment of separation-small enough to be missed, deadly enough to rewrite destiny. In the sky, a vulture bleeds for Dharma. In Laṅkā, a queen watches her kingdom rot under lust. In Ayodhyā, an innocent prince waits in his hermit for the return of his brother deceived in the name of dharma. This is not the Ramayana you were told as a bedtime myth. This is the Ramayana as it feels when you stand inside it-where Dharma is not poetry, but pressure... and every choice bleeds. A crown is lost, not by defeat, but by a promise kept too perfectly. A forest becomes a courtroom where silence is evidence. A woman's purity is not fragility-it is defiance sharpened into steel. A brother's devotion becomes a weapon that cuts even his own heart. A demon's lust is not romance-it is political decay wearing gold. Here, Ravana is not just a villain-he is a ruler collapsing under his own hunger. Mandodari is not just a queen-she is the last conscience of an empire. Seetha is not a captive-she is a storm trapped in a garden. Rama is not a flawless god-he is a man forced to carry grief until it turns cosmic. This retelling digs into the unsaid: The human cost behind "divine plans." It asks what epics rarely ask-what did it feel like? What did silence cost? What did virtue destroy? And what happens when love itself becomes a battlefield? Because Ramayana is not about good vs evil. It is about control vs collapse. Truth vs temptation. And the terrifying truth that even heaven can fall when Dharma is tested by desire. #2 in fantasycreatures - 26/2/26 #4 in retelling -9/2/26 #6 in fantasyfiction - 11/2/26 #11 in epicfantasy -22/2/26

"Love is infinite" It is not defined by physical proximity. Two people who were a living example of this were Radha and Krishna. The world acknowledged them as supreme beings. Scholars predicted their existence as divine. What did they think about themselves? Despite everything they were humans who lived in a country side village with their friends and family. Were they pained by separation?

The froth laden milky waves that gurgled and sputtered around the Eternal Land Of Shwetadweepa, magnificence lay cascaded and the stars blazed with their breaths held. The ocean churned. And the milk rose in a mighty wave. The ocean churned. And the poison rose in a mighty wave. The ocean churned. And the eternal Paarijatha bloomed. The ocean churned. And from it's bosom, rose the Queen. The Queen mother of the Universe.

The forest, vast and untamed, is my new home-a realm where every shadow breathes magic, and every star whispers of forgotten stories. Torn from the comforts of a palace but never from Ram's unwavering love, I find myself caught between the beauty of the wilderness and the haunting weight of our exile. As I walk beside Ram and Lakshman, my pervasive bond with the forest deepens. The rivers sing to me, the trees shield me, and the winds carry secrets from an ancient world. Yet danger lurks in these enchanted woods, testing our courage and devotion. Through it all, Ram's love remains my anchor, his every word and gesture a reminder that even in exile, I'm a queen, cherished beyond measure. ****** In this book of one shots and short novellas set in the heart of wilderness, amidst celestial sages, mysterious groves, and forces beyond comprehension, Sita discovers the strength of her spirit and the depth of Ram's love. Together, they illuminate the darkness, proving that even in the harshest trials, love and light can prevail.