In a world where reality keeps rewriting itself, nothing stays the same for long. Moments slip away mid-existence, as if someone is quietly erasing and rewriting life behind the scenes. Some memories feel too real to be imagined, yet they don't belong to any known past. Amid these shifting fragments, an unseen connection persists-soft, strange, and impossible to delete.

Mahabharat in alternate version

This story is a setting of dwapara yuga, when swami krishna managed to save 16000 girls from the demon Narakasura, from his well fortified city, Pragjyotishapura. While the world sees one Lord Krishna, sixteen thousand palaces witness sixteen thousand different lives. This is the story of a love that defies the laws of space and time-where a single heartbeat echoes in sixteen thousand chests. Follow the journey of one queen who discovers that her husband isn't just a king, but a divine melody playing in every room at once, ensuring that in a sea of thousands, she is never alone. This is a love story between swami and one of his wives . This is a story of Divya Shringara (Divine Eroticism), where the ancient arts of the Kamasutra meet the infinite nature of a God. Through her eyes, we see how Krishna uses his divine illusion to give her his undivided soul-exploring the beauty of touch, the music of whispers, and the sacredness of desire that knows no boundaries of time or space.

"Do you know, Guruma told me how much she likes me being there." Thirteen year old Meenakshi spoke about her new life. "She is absolutely right. Having you around is like having our blessings around." Chitrama said, as she slowly massaged her bruised arms. "Who would not like you?" She asked, her question rhetorical. "My parents." Meenakshi whispered, making Chitrama look at her. She smiled softly at her, as she saw the little girl becoming a woman. "Does you feet not hurt you?" She asked diverting her attention. They were bruised from walking on the rocks and climbing trees. "No ma. I am used to the pain." Meenakshi said, making Chitrama's heart weep. "One day, you shall be cherished dear, so much that all this pain will be worth it." She said, caressing her soles, before she bandaged them. "I don't have any such expectations ma. And I don't wish to." She said, before she walked to the bathing area.

A miracle is it is for yadava princess to luminate the burning gold. But how could he let the gloom fill his life by letting her go...... Love heals when it is the source of the agony. Their love doesn't meant to born out of rage and sorrow.....but it is.... " Some love are not destined to be together...... "

What if it wasn't Kunti who gave birth to Karna? What if Karna was born as Radha and Adhiratha's biological child...?? What if Karn was born as a beautiful girl with the name Vrisha..?? I don't want to hurt anyone or any religion with this story, this story is purely just fiction and has nothing to do with the original story 🙏

She, a murderess. He, the Preserver. If they are bound, can a murderer ever be loved? **** She is a nameless shadow who walks in the form of a great beauty, they say. A beauty so deadly that it kills. Bodies crop up, from time to time, and people go missing, never to be found. All because they uttered a blasphemy, or disparaged the Preserver. He is a protector, an Incarnate. An enigmatic mystery, who only seeks the protection and preservation of the joy of all his people. For his people, he fought many long battles, banishing demons from his lands, always seeking the greater welfare of all. When she is caught and brought to Dvaraka, their worlds collide. He is her judge and she his prisoner. Nevertheless, he demands an unorthodox punishment from her that is hardly one. Against a conspiracy that rachets up, can they work together and learn to love? Or is murder too grievous a sin? [complete.] [word count - 60K words.]

Aaryavati is your regular Queen. Innocent, pure, happy-go-lucky, always indulgent in womanly pleasures, illiterate, hopelessly romantic and daydreamer- Or that's what the King believes. What he doesn't know that behind the mask of an innocent Woman, lies a badass, clever, scheming yet righteous Queen who struggles to survive (and thrive) in the patriarchal society. What happens when her husband goes abroad to face the war and her kingdom falls into the chaos of threats from the other kingdoms? Will she be able to shed off her mask and save her kingdom timely? Will she allow the world to discover that she is a woman of substance or merely work her way through the shadow of her meek reputation? P.S. I would again like to stay true to my word. My stories doesn't possess emotional dramas. Or any negativity. Women are empowered and men are highly compassionate. I hope you will find my work interesting and positively refreshing. Cover credit:- My friend @DaveyHawkes

Meenakshi. Her life turned upside down with one accident, she lost her future along with her father in the accident? She was thrown into a hell called "marriage" at a tender age of ten. She became an unpaid maid for her so called family and was stuck in a loveless marriage with an ignorant husband. Will she continue to suffer? Or Will something change in her life?