"Hello readers! My story It's When Destiny Separated Us is back on my new Wattpad account. All chapters are republished here - follow me to continue the journey of love, destiny, and adventure!"The night was silent, but King Nala could feel that something was wrong. A king who had everything-power, honor, and a kingdom that loved him-was about to lose it all. He did not know that fate had already begun its cruel game. Far away, in another kingdom, Princess Damayanti looked at the night sky, unaware that her destiny was already tied to a man she had never met. And before the gods themselves, their love story was about to begin. This is a tale inspired by the ancient epic Mahabharata - a story of love, destiny, and trials that would change two lives forever.

They performed her last rites. While she was still alive. Akshara Maheshwari was erased from her own family before she could even understand what she had done wrong. Abandoned, forgotten, and declared dead, she disappeared from the world that once called her blood. Years later, she returns - not as a broken child begging for answers, but as AK - a name the world admires, fears, and follows. She doesn't come back for forgiveness. She doesn't ask for love. And she doesn't reveal herself easily. Because some wounds don't need apologies - they need truth, power, and reckoning. As the Maheshwaris celebrate, lie, and protect their secrets, the past claws its way back into the present. A past involving betrayal, silence, a sold child, and a savior who changed her fate. What happens when a family realizes the daughter they buried... is the woman who now controls their empire? And what if revenge isn't her goal - but taking back what was always hers? A story of abandonment, survival, silent revenge, and a girl who learned to smile while planning her return. Read to find out: Will the truth destroy them... or will Akshara destroy the truth first?

"Kuch kahaniyan kabhi poori nahi hoti... isiliye woh dobara janam leti hain." When fate tore them apart in another lifetime, their souls carried the ache forward, not to forget, but to complete a love left unfinished. He was reborn as a king, not only to rule a kingdom, but to command the shadows as a Mafia King. Surrounded by power, feared by many, yet loneliness flowed silently through his veins. She returned to the world alone, fighting for survival, bearing pain no soul should endure. And when she believed nothing worse could happen, darkness claimed her eyes. Forgotten. Broken. Unprotected. Yet somewhere within her fragile heart, hope waited... for someone she could not see, but had always belonged to. She yearned for love. He had been deprived of it his entire life. And then... they met again. He found her in her most fragile state. She found him without knowing his face. This time, fate will not test their love, it will measure the depth of their devotion. Because some souls are reborn not to begin again, but to finish what destiny once destroyed. And this time... love refuses to die.

The bridge between eras.. "the girl from kaliyug reborn in dwapara" --- Nakshatra, a cheerful girl from Kaliyug, is reborn as the Pandavas' sister-a daughter of the moon, loved and cherished, yet carrying secrets even she doesn't even know know. Known by many names-Chandralekha, Soma, Chandrapriya... Chandanandini to the world-she is Yudhishthir's wisdom, Bheem's strength, Arjun's eyes, Nakul's speed, Sahadev's knowledge. **AARADHYA** But what if she dares to rewrite destiny? To question Draupadi's marriage, unite rivals, or change the battles of Mahabharata itself? In a world of loyalty, love, and lies, one sister may or may not just change everything. And what if she found herself lost in someone eyes which waited for her for years ... Will she be able to focus on her plans or she will be lost in the webs of dwapar. Go read ahead .. #3 in balaram #2 in bheesma #5 in asianfanfics (august 9, 2025) #3 in asianfanfics (august 11, 2025) #1 in Asian (October 11, 2025) #1 in Duryodhan (jan 28, 2026)

❝An archaeologist whose obsession begins from the palace and ends with her.❞ ┈┈┈┈․° ☣ °․┈┈┈┈ Vedaitya Samarth Malhotra, a brilliant archaeologist of the 22nd century, seems to have it all- fame, fortune, and power. But beneath the accolades lies an obsession so consuming that it once drove his own family to send him away. For years, the centuries-old palace of MaithiliVeda has haunted his every thought. And when he finally steps inside its walls, he encounters the princess herself- straight from the 8th century. Trusting him, Maithili begins to reveal her story... but the truth is never that simple. Because someone is determined to keep them apart. Yet as Vedaitya finds himself drawn to her, Maithili's heart still belongs to another. And when the line between the living and the dead begins to blur, they must confront a truth far more dangerous, and far more beautiful, than either could have imagined. For MaithiliVeda isn't just romance, it's the promise that even lifetimes cannot sever. ✶⊶⊷⊶⊷❍⊶⊷⊶⊷✶ 🏆 #1 in Archaeologist | 30th of June 2024. 🏆 #1 in Archaeologist | 15th of December 2025.

She was created from a god's silence. He belonged to a world that no longer believed in gods. When Karunya crosses from Satya Yuga into Kali Yuga seeking answers, she finds something far more dangerous than truth - a love that was never meant to exist. And the divine does not derail without consequence.

𝓐𝓷 𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 "He didn't touch me on our wedding night-not even a glance that felt like a beginning. I told myself I wouldn't fall. That I wouldn't love a man who kept the door to his heart bolted shut. But I did. In the way he said my name when he was tired. In the way he protected me without admitting it. I fell for a man who didn't want a wife. And every day, I wondered if being his wasn't enough to be his." ~ "I married her, not for love-but for peace. I told myself she was just a name on paper, not someone who'd turn my world upside down. I was cold, distant. Maybe even cruel. But she stayed. She smiled when I didn't deserve it. She made a stranger's house feel like something I wanted to come home to. And without warning-I fell. Now I can't look at her without wondering how I ever thought I could live untouched by her love." Under editing

† 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝟏† 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 - is a 30 year old businessman who is considered one of the richest businessman in the whole world but no one knows that he is a leader of mafia world . There is no illegal business in which he is not involved. He is in a relationship with a girl named Riya Chaudhary since last 5 years but there is no physical connection between them. He hates physical connection. 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐇𝐀𝐍-𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 - is a 22 year old sweet girl with green eyes like a lake and innocence clearly visible on her face and her long, thick hair looks like the night sky. She was like a magical fairy descended from heaven. Her husband's name is Yuvraaj khanna . Her father got her married to his best friend's son when she was 20 years old. She loves her husband a lot but she and her father doesn't know how whore of husband yuvraaj is. But why did fate play such a game with Emir and Shreya that their paths crossed or should we say someone else played this game? 𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐑 & 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐀 - 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎D "Aap esa kyu kar rahe hai mere sath apki zindagi me to woh hai na jisse aap pyaar karta hai"she said tears continuously flowing from her eyes. "Tumne sahi kaha koi hai par zyada der nahi or rahi baat pyaar ki to woh me kisi se nahi karta"he said while wiping her tears . "par me already shadi shuda hu" she said "That doesn't matter to me you will marry me otherwise I will destroy your father and not so precious husband " he said in a very calm

The man grabbed her wrist, turned to the stunned priest. "Pandit ji", his voice thundered, "Shaadi shuru karo". Everyone gasped. Siya froze, "Kya!? Have you lost your mind?!" But he didn't answer. He simply gestured to his men, who moved the trembling groom and bride aside. "Sir", bride's father stammered, "yeh - yeh zabardasti-" "Chup!" His tone was enough to make the man stumble back. "This marriage will happen. Right now." Siya's voice rose, trembling with anger but firm. "You can't force me-" ■□■□■□■ "Mere dadaji ki haalat ke liye yeh ladki zimmedar hai!" he roared. Siya glared. "Main kisi ke liye zimmendar nahi hoon! Aur aapko kisne haq diya aise kisiko accuse karne ka?" Before Siya could question further, a doctor came running down the grand staircase, panting. "Hukum saa - your grandfather... he's regained consciousness." The room fell silent. Siya exhaled sharply. "Good. Ab toh main bhi mil leti hoon us buddhe se jise maine hurt kiya hai." Her tone was laced with sarcasm - a spark she couldn't dim, even now. The slap came before she even registered his movement. SMACK. The sound cracked through the air like thunder. Her head snapped to the side, her cheek burning. Slowly - too slowly - Siya raised her head, her eyes shimmering tears, her lips trembled... "How dare you?" but her pride remained unbroken. And before logic, fear, or sense could intervene - she raised her hand. CRACK. The second slap echoed even louder. ■□■□■□■ "Theek hai! Aap sabko lagta hai yeh shaadi sach hai? Fine! Toh main divorce lungi. Simple." That word echoed through the room like a thunder. Then, his mother - calm, yet her words held weight - "Hamare raj gharane mein divorce nahi hote, Siya. Yahan sirf arthiya uthti hai." But she was done with everything, emotionally exhausted but still fierce, "Toh theek hai!" she shouted. "Ab toh aapke bete ki arthi hi uthegi! Par main yahan nahi rahoongi." ♤♡♤♡♤♡ #1 lovehate (4,5,6/12/2025)

"Humpe vishvaas karti hai aap?" He asked, his voice deep, touched with something possessive, something intimate. (Do you trust me?) His fingers found the lace at her back, toying with it slowly. His eyes never left hers-watchful, patient. It wasn't just about trust. It was a question laced with heat, with meaning. There was a pause. Not of doubt, but of weight. Then her lips curved in a quiet smile, soft as a petal opening to dawn. "Khudse bhi adhik." (More than myself.) That was all he needed. He lifted her without a word-her giggle light, her bangles chiming. Her ghagra fluttered as he carried her inside. The bed waited, simple and quiet. He laid her down like a prayer, eyes never leaving hers. Their lips met-slow, aching. Her fingers undressed him. Clothes fell. Skin met skin. Under the sheet, he moved with her-gentle, deep, worshipful. She gasped, clung to him, whispered his name. One rhythm. One afternoon. One unspoken truth.