For Leela, touch is not just a thing, but it's her vision, her life. From identifying something to visualising a human being, everything comes with a touch. For her, it's her eyes. For the one she lost, she had received a skill like a bargain... she could sculpt anything and everything. Sculpting is not new for her, it's in her blood, her father a great and well-known sculptor of Mahismati same as her grandfather and all of her ancestors probably. But none like her, as she can't see the thing through her eyes but through her mind with her touch. For Bhalla, touch is not an option; He is a prince, untouchable, never lowered to the level of those beneath him. But what happens when a sculptor blinds the faith he carried for so long, only to invoke something much more powerful, the hunger... not just any hunger, but the one that wants to ravish and ruin the perfectly imperfect little lamb before him. The one who dared to touch him. And now he doesn't dare to let go before he ruins her for anyone.

Hello everyone ☺☺ This is my first book and I hope after reading this you would love it. This story is about the lotus eyed Lord and his beloved beautiful wife of Dwaraka. Yes! I am talking about Lord Sri Krishna and his beloved wife Rani Rukmkni Devi. It is about the conversation between both of them. This story contains devotion, love and of course heartbreak. To know more you should read the story further. 😊😊 Cover credits : VarchaPriyaa ❤

Vaidharbhi daughter of the chief minister of the kingdom of Vidahrbha has to run away from her place to escape an unwilling marriage with the defense minister of Chedi Kridhadev. After wandering she comes to Mathura-the holy place of Krishna. She finds a temporary shelter in the temple and services the lord Krishna by singing. Suyadev, the local politician lusts for her and tries to molest her. Govinda a diplomat of the Mathura council comes to her rescue. Govinda takes her to his home to give protection under the pretext of working as a scribe. Does she fall in love with Govinda? But does he respond? Did he love someone else? Who sacrifices Govinda for Vaidharbhi

𝐇𝐞𝐲 𝐆𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐏𝐨𝐨𝐣𝐚 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐯𝐧𝐢 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐨𝐣𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐀𝐯𝐧𝐢 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐏𝐨𝐨𝐣𝐚 𝐈𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 ~ 𝐀𝐯𝐧𝐢 𝐈𝐬 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 .𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐄𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 .𝐒𝐨 𝐉𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 , 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 💗 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐃'𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

if kaurav and pandav accepted each others as brothers but Shakuni was angry because of this and try to destroy them let's see what happens

"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

Krishmini FF ❤️ - Please Note - • It's just a Fanfiction • It's not related to reality • I will write many stories of Krishna Rukmini in this (but all will be my imagination only) • Every story will have 1 or 2 parts only (short but many stories in one fanfiction) • Please don't take it seriously it's only for entertainment Thank you for reading this ❤️

अन्तः अस्ति प्रारंभः। The end is the beginning. A caterpillar dies, to birth a butterfly. Water evaporates to rain down. Dead carcasses fill the stomachs of vultures.Life gives way to death and death to life. In a vicious circle of different karmas and janmas, a soul leaves a decaying body to move onto something better and livelier. But what if certain karmas are found hanging on the thin string between salvation and damnation? This is exactly where Mihira Ramnath Subhedar finds herself. The last of the many Kaliyugis, she was holding on to the narrowest beam that would lead her towards eternal the light, or so she thought. Poets were liars, she discovered when the end neared. There was nothing peaceful about death, no rest and no respite; just an ounce of faith which made her believe that she would finally find a place at the Lord's feet. But the ever merciful Leeladhari had discrete intents for such a soul that had just witnessed the end of the heinous yuga. "No, ain't Vaikuntha but Dvāpara. Good luck completing the unfinished business!" Walk along the aisle with Mihira while she embarks on the greatest pilgrimage of her rekindled life, witnesses the red of the Swastika being washed over by the red of vengeful blood and being swept off her feet by a man she'd never heard of.

•||COMPLETED||• Mahabharat characters in a 21st century college and their lives whilst their personalities and bonds are the same.. Krishna-Rukmini & Ar-Di ♥️ It is purely a work of fiction & not to hurt anyone's intentions and religious sentiments.