Nobody knows how the world was made. Nobody really cares, they're all happy with their lives. But it's not right. None of it is right. Consider this book a warning... This is a non-fiction book disguised as fiction. WOO this took me like over a year to write but it's done now so, yay!

Kunti, then Pritha, casts away her son. Years later, he comes back to haunt her. The Kauravas win the War. It's no proper victory, yet when a truce is made, they have the upper hand. And she sees what the world means when they say her son is generous. Follow Radheya as he grows up, lives, learns, loves, makes friends and enemies and commits the biggest virtues and vices. Part 1 of Radheya's Mahabharat series. NOTE: This fic is not intended to hurt anyone's sentiments, religious or otherwise. If you don't like the idea, don't read. But please spare everyone futile arguments and unnecessary abuse. All cover credits go to the lovely @Elly6431 who took out time to make this masterpiece