Nārāyana. The Lord of Sustenance. To sustain his universe, he has always done everything one could ever imagine. From incarnating as a complete wild boar, to living away from the love of his life to vanquish evil, Lakshmīkānta has always done everything to establish Dharma every time Adharma threatens to overpower it. Ananta. He's endless. He will remain one of the few constants even as the universe comes to an end. Hari's kathā is just as everlasting as him, evergreen in both emotion and meaning. As perpetual as him are his stories, never coming to an end, never ceasing to enrapture those who attempt to understand these tales brimming with a charm nothing else has. This is an attempt to encapsulate some moments from the stories of Vāsudeva in shorts that may succeed in giving the tiniest glimpse of Vaikunthanātha. This is my attempt at writing about Rāmachandra, whom I love and revere beyond what my words can explain. This is my humble attempt at bringing to life some of the moments from the evergreen stories of Mahāvishnu. ××× [The chapters showcase these undoubtedly divine characters with a touch of humanization, and while I will try my level best not to get too carried away with it, moving too far away from the original plot, some people might not be willing to see their deities humanized. In that case, I'll request you to skip this book. Thank you!] Cover credit: @Mochis4lifeq52627 <333

Centuries ago, at the end of Dwapar Yug, Jaya saved Krishna when fate itself was preparing to take him beyond the mortal world. But by keeping him alive, she unknowingly trapped him within time - immortal, invincible, and unable to leave the earth behind. What begins as guilt slowly becomes love. Together, they build a life across an age that was never meant to continue. But when Jaya's mortal life nears its end, Krishna commits one final defiance against destiny itself - binding his soul to hers so he will never lose her again. Now, whenever she is reborn... he returns too. In Kalyug, Jaya is born again as Himani, haunted by dreams of moonlit rivers, forgotten vows, and a man whose presence feels older than time itself. Because some loves are not meant for one lifetime. Some are meant to return again and again.

A flute she should not have heard. A world she was never meant to enter. And a man whose smile feels far too familiar. When Arohi Sharma finds herself drawn into the ancient city of Dwarka, she realizes some stories are far more dangerous than legends ever warned. Especially the ones written by destiny itself.

"You know you are the only true friend I have, Kanha. How I wish I could have one glimpse, just one glimpse of your divine form, how I long to hear your melodious voice telling me that everything will be alright. Please Manmohana, give me a sign that you will always be here with me." A nineteen year old girl, who had lost everyone she held most dear, almost a year ago, is trying to swim her way out of the whirlpool of hardships that she is drowning in. After getting submerged again and again, she is on the verge of losing hope that someone will pull her out. Will she be able to heal her shattered soul? Will someone clear the endless mind-numbing fog of heartbreaking grief that she is trapped in? Will she finally breathe freely again?