[ON HOLD] "At night, she looks at the sky as if she is looking inside herself, and she discovers the moon in her heart, the stars in her bones, and the universe in her soul." 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 "When I close my eyes, I see him, hidden in the eternities of my reasoning ideas and feelings. When he suddenly appears and grabs my hand, it feels like it has been forever yet again." 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 "Can you get me the moon? I'm now amassing the stars for you so that we can shape our own night sky. Spend some more time together under that shade as you sit there." 𝑻𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒚 Yet again the time has come when Narayan reunites with his Shree. The eternal love, not to be defined in words. Here we go, a twist in fate, they reincarnate and meet once again. He was her Murlidhar, she was his Vaani This is the tale of their boundless love where the two souls unite once again.

Padmaja: Born from lotus. Found in a lotus, That mystery her parents have forgotten. The girl's life will be glorious, And now all will hearken. A Mahabharat epic fanfiction.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘔𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦. Krishna had guided the events and Arjun and his brothers, but what if this time, someone else took the commands in their own hands? The Jagatmata shed tears at the loss of her children. She couldn't bare to see them dead on the battlefied. So Narayan's priye decides to take matters in her own hands. After being cursed by an offended Maha Lakshmi bhakt, Narayan is cursed to stay away from his Chanchala, who has forgotten about him. Now the two will shape a new history of Mahabharat, while Narayan tries to get his priye to remember him. Once Narayani remembers, what will happen? 𝘑𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘒𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘦, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘑𝘦𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘬𝘢 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘢. -

"𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐊𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐄𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐚𝐥, 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥". Her love for him was a pure devotion the one where her world begins with his worship and ends at his worship ┕━━━━━━━✿━━━━━━━┙ Calmness, gentleness, silence, self-restraint and purity that's what she was a pure lotus blossomed unaware of her divinity. "𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭, 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞". Such divine love they had. "𝐈'𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐞" A journey of divinity... Cover credits: @hazelwolfx

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 ❝my beloved, until when will you torment me like this?❞ ────────────────── Mahabharat; Fiction; Royalty AU Romance; Thriller; Historical UPDATES: SPORADIC UPDATES; MAJOR EDITING © xxtxwyn ──────────────────

"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

The Beauty and the Beast. Not that one can tell which one of them is which. The half-lion form surely surprises Chenchita but the unsaid attachment she has to him troubles her. The far she wishes to go, the closer she seems to getting. "He is Sriman Narayana." They all say. How is a forest girl supposed to react to the understanding that somehow she has an attachment to someone who isn't even a man? He may be a beloved deity. Is it even normal for a human to want a deity? Would the tribe accept this?

𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑦𝑎𝑡𝑖-(v.) to travel, to wander. ❛...𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴...❜ Through the tempest of time again, the sisters of the scorned Yuga find themselves reborn in an age, in the twilight of a waning era, where gods tread as men and men dare defy the heavens. Where the earth, long a witness to the desecration of a woman's honour, bleeds anew, seeking to redefine mankind. But time is a fickle keeper of secrets, and what was buried shall rise again. The past is not merely a memory-it is a debt yet unpaid, a promise yet unfulfilled. Bound by fate and entangled in the savagery of mankind, they stand at the precipice of a world where Dharma wanes, and the truth is veiled in shadow. And so, as the voyage of time anchors them in a place unknown yet divine, their journey begins-a quest not only for remembrance but for reckoning. 𝘠𝘦𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯-𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯? ──────⋅⋅──────⋅⋅────── [In Collaboration with @-Ankitaa] [Started On: 8/05/2022] ──────⋅⋅──────⋅⋅──────